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“Hold still.”
“I’m trying.”
I cleaned the healing wound, dabbing gently against his toned torso. The only sound was the dripping water and Devon’s breathing, which just gave the whole thing a still more erotic charge. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the job in hand and not on the man I was doing the job on.
“I think that’ll do,” I breathed.
“Good.” He sounded genuinely relieved.
“If you get out and dry yourself then I’ll put the new bandage on. Though you hardly need it.” I paused. “Do you… do you… need a hand getting out?”
Devon looked down into the water between his legs. “I’ll manage.”
I turned my back and listened as Devon levered himself out. “I believe I feel better.”
“Soon it’ll just be yet another scar.”
“I really must be more careful.” Out to the right extreme of my vision I saw a towel picked up off the bed.
“I thought you were lucky.”
“I am. It takes a lucky man to have this many scars and still be alive.” He paused. “Okay, ready for my bandage.”
I turned back around and carefully redressed his wound. Neither of us mentioned the prominent tenting in the front of the towel wrapped around his waist.
When I was finished, we turned tentatively to the next problem. “Where do I sleep?”
“In the bed,” said Devon firmly.
“The whole point of coming here was so you could have a good night’s sleep in a bed.”
“It’s big enough for two.”
“It’s not decent,” I said softly.
“We can control ourselves,” he answered.
I let my eyes drift down to the front of his towel.
Devon shrugged. “Okay, I may not be able to control him, but I can control myself.”
“It’s him I was worried about.”
“I keep him on a short leash too,” Devon reassured me.
It was obviously going to be awkward but on this subject, Ididtrust him. It was myself I didn’t trust. Even now, I was fighting conflicting urges to sleep in the uncomfortable looking chair by the wall or to pull that towel away and let whatever happened happen.
“We can do this,” said Devon.
“I guess if we can get through the bath then we can get through anything.”
That ought to have been the case, but the gods like to have their fun and we were about to learn two things. Firstly, we learned that the landlady and her strong young husband were in the room next door. Secondly, we learned beyond doubt what Thomas’s second skill (after cooking) was.
“Oh, Thomas…” Petra’s voice was clearly audible through the wall. “Thomas, you insatiable… Oh… OH! Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. YES!”
In the bed next to me, Devon shrugged. “Never had this sort of racket when she was married to Marcus.”
“Thomas! Thomas! More! Harder, harder, harder! That’s it! Oh, yes, like that! Don’t stop!” And then there was a trilling sound that would have made a dog howl if any dogs had been nearby.
