Page 79 of Saddle Storm

I want to say it out loud.

One night.

Almost like a mantra. But the last time I did that, I ended up cold and alone.

“Get out of your head, Bumble Bee.”

I open my eyes to look up at him. His dreamy blue eyes. “But you’re in my head.”

“Yeah?” He kisses me softly. “What part of me?”

I cock my head to the side. “I’m not worried about that, hotshot.”

“Good, because I’m going to make you come so hard first, this pussy will be ready for it.” He drags his lips along my jaw, stopping by my ear, swiping a finger along my wet center. “She’ll suck me right in.”

My head falls back on an exhale. “Great,” I swallow. “Let’s—let’s give that a go.”

He chuckles, the bastard. Then reaches for something on the shelf. “Turn around.”

I bring my eyes back to him. “Sure you can handle my back to you again?”

He smirks with no response and I turn.

A generous amount of shampoo is lathered into my hair, his fingers raking into my scalp, then pulling me back under the spray to rinse. Soapy suds sliding down my body. He turns me back and I wrap my arms around him impatiently. “Good enough, let’s go.”

He smiles against my lips, growling through his throat like he might just like the idea. But then he reaches for the bar of soap, running it down my back, over my ass, then back up in smooth, tender motions with his right hand. His left holding me like he’s afraid I might slip.

He lets me do the same and even though it’s just his arm that’s hurt, I’m careful with him everywhere. Taking in every glorious inch of him.

“You’re right,” he rasps, turning to face me. “We’re clean.” He smirks. “And if you keep touching me like that,” he growls and kisses me, his erection hard against my aching skin. “Fuck, Storm.” Taking my hand, he sets it on the shower handle. “Hang on.”

“What? Why?”

Hooking his left hand behind my knee, he lifts and holds it against his hip, leaving me wide open for him. He takes my chin in his fingers and lifts. “Keep your eyes on me.” His hand dropping is my only warning before he dips two fingers inside me. I gasp and tighten my grip on the handle as he slides those expert fingers in and out of me, watching as my arousal intensifies, taking pleasure in each pump. I clench and tighten everywhere, meeting his thrusts with my hips. “Oh—Silas.”

He grips my ass, holding me in place as I come hard on his fingers, crying out as he holds me upright against the cool tile, burying my head in his chest as he drags out my orgasm. I’m breathing hard and still shaking when he sets me down.

“I need to be inside you.”

Shutting off the shower, he attempts to dry me off, but I’m quicker with two working hands, wrapping the towel around myself and grabbing the other for him, starting with his arm, which I dry off gently, then take the same bandage and wrap it for protection. I’m scared he’ll lose control with me—and I refuse to jeopardize his recovery. “Please be careful,” I whisper.

“With you? Always.”

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Storm’s hand presses to my chest, steady and sure, until the backs of my knees hit the bed. She doesn’t say a word, but the look in her eyes tells me exactly what she wants—control.

But also care. Awareness.

She’s thinking about my arm. About what I can’t do right now—not the way I’d want to. And something in my chest tightens as I let myself fall back.

I let the towel drop without breaking eye contact. Her breath stutters, just once, before she follows me down, straddling my hips like this is where she’s meant to be. Where I am. She braces herself with one hand on my shoulder, careful not to jostle my arm, and leans in to kiss me.

It’s like I’ve fallen into another dimension as Storm comes back up to a sitting position. From beneath her, I take her in. The curve of her body, the way she’s taking me in, gauging her next move. Taking charge without needing to announce it.

And God help me, I’m going to let her.

Leaning down, she kisses my chest, slides those full lips down to my abs and I groan, shifting because my cock is all too aware of her mouth nearby.