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He moved enough so I could stand, then he watched me with hungry eyes as I crossed to the bathroom. When I glanced back, it was my turn to watch him as he stood, completely naked. I knew for a fact he’d gone to bed with shorts on.
His cock jutted outward, its impressive girth and length a thing of legends. Or maybe nightmares. I wasn’t sure yet.
“No sex, June,” he repeated, his knowing gaze taking everything in.
When the water was warm and we both stood in the steam, he handed me the soap.
“Will you wash me?”
Even as my soapy hands traveled over his impressive chest and abs, my thoughts were on the one place I feared to touch. The one place I knew he really wanted my hands.
Before I could go there, he turned so I could wash his back and groaned when washing changed into a back rub.
“My turn,” he said, facing me suddenly.
I dodged his grab for the soap and shook my head.
“Wasn’t the whole point of this so I’d be less afraid of your size?”
He hesitantly nodded.
“Then I missed an important part on your front.”
He studied my face for a moment then nodded. I surrendered the soap, knowing both lathered hands would be needed, and I looked down at his thick shaft. His free hand twitched, and I knew he was fighting the urge to cover himself. Not wanting him to worry, I slicked my palm down his length. As I’d suspected, I couldn’t close my hand around him. I added the second one.
A groan echoed in the shower, and his hand closed over mine, squeezing them, showing me the pressure he wanted and the speed. Letting him lead, I glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, and his head tipped back. The expression on his face was pure bliss. Because of me. Smiling, I leaned in and licked his nipple.
He grunted and jerked in my hands. The hot spray coating my stomach took me by surprise, but not in a bad way.
“June,” he rasped, shuttling my hands along his length even faster.
I rode out his release with him, placing small kisses on his chest until he freed my hands and quietly washed my front.
He couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Not when I dressed. Not when he made my breakfast for me. Not when I put on my jacket. Honestly, I loved all the contact. Touch was very much my love language.
Before opening the door, he pulled me close and kissed me hard.
“You will be safe today,” he said, setting his forehead against mine.
“You too, okay?”
He grunted and took my hand. We strolled through dawn’s early light to meet up with the rest of the group at the wall.
There was a new face in the gathered Tolerance crew. He smiled and gave us a wave as we approached.
“Hi, June. I’m Garrett. I’ll be your spy handy-man today.”
“My what?”
“I’m the one who will hook up all the cameras in the house to capture any evidence of break ins so Matt has what he needs to start giving people the boot.”
“How do you—”
“Know? Word travels here. Mya, Emily, and Angel have been keeping me posted. Angel knew I had a few cameras and whatnot that could do the trick.”
He pivoted slightly and pointed to the backpack on his shoulder.
“I’ll have a laptop you’ll need to keep plugged in and use every day to download the footage from all the devices. It’ll be a manual process, obviously, but it’s a decent computer and shouldn’t take too long.” He glanced at the duffle Tor was carrying in his free hand. “Looks like you’re all set then?”
