Page 58 of Dark Fey Captive

Unfolding the paper, I read Gwen’s distinct scrawl.

Don’t give up. Follow protocol, and if nothing goes tits up, we’ll see you again soon.

G

If nothing goes tits up? What did she mean by that? Didn’t they see the bra?

“What does it say?” he asked.

“They’re looking for me,” I said, sticking with the truth just in case he was trying to trick me.

He made a thoughtful sound. “It is a good thing I marked the road for them then.”

“What do you mean you marked the road?”

“I used the sticks from the pharmacy to draw arrows. I will need to redraw them if it rains, but they will be able to find the house today if they return. When I go back to the grocery store for supplies, I will listen for them and make sure they are not attacked by infected.”

“You want to leave?” I asked, trying to hide my panic. “Why? We already have plenty of supplies, and I thought you were going to fix the door so we aren’t interrupted again.”

I brazenly wrapped my hand around his hard length and watched his gaze grow a little vacant for a second.

“Don’t you want to shower with me, Nav?”

“I will shower with you,” he said, hands closing around my arms.

“And eat breakfast with me? And snuggle with me by the fire?”

“Yes.”

The drawn-out word told me I had him right where I needed him. Tossing the note onto the dresser, I stroked my hand down his length.

“How long will it take to heat some water?”

“Not long,” he said.

He didn’t move until I let go. Then, he made good on his “not long” promise. Once we had all the hot water in the bathroom, we used the pitcher again to “wash.” The speed of his orgasm, seconds after slicking him with soap, surprised me. Like the day before, he showed no signs of flagging. Not even after his fifth gushing release.

“Can I wash you now?” he asked when I would have kept going.

Since he’d painted my stomach thoroughly, I definitely needed to clean up, but I hesitated to agree. I knew where he wanted it to lead. He’d already made me come twice.

“I know you’re still sensitive. I will be very gentle,” he said.

“And you promise to stop if I say stop?” I asked, even though I knew I should say no.

“I promise.”

He made a growly sound when I nodded and used a good portion of the water to wet my front. His hands rubbed away his spend then carefully explored my folds again. He knew right where and how to touch me, making me hang onto his waist for support within seconds.

“Yes. Lean into me,” he said, wetting a finger in my depths. “Would you like to move to the bed again?”

I nodded, and he had me on that mattress seconds later, his mouth on my chest and his fingers wringing another orgasm from me within minutes.

As I lay there, heart pounding, catching my breath, I knew I was in trouble.

I liked everything Nav did.

Everything.