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“But you’ll have to stop hiding things from me.”
“There is nothing left to hide. You even got to the bottom of the shark’s den.”
I burst out in laughter, then pull his dog tag out and kiss it, thanking the universe for keeping him alive for me.
60
JACE
Lu laughsat my silly jokes as we get back to the condo, and I kiss her smile, wincing in pain when I move.
But who cares about pain when the hottest girl in the universe wraps her beautiful legs around my waist as I carry her to my bedroom?
Weeks ago, I wouldn’t dare touch her. Now I whisper all kinds of dirty things into her ear.
I’ll be her Sharki, Moby-Dick, whatever she wants. I’m not a pro and have so much to learn. But one thing I know for sure—women like being touched, and they have a soft spot for a tongue.
I’m good with touching and using my tongue. I need to distract her.
We learned this at war. Psychological trauma can be overshadowed, at least temporarily, by physical work. That’s why we work out so much even after leaving the army. That’s why I go for jogs when I try to forget. That’s why some of us fight, especially intoxicated, especially in dark moments—not to lash out but to purge.
I’ll override Lu’s sadness.
“You want me, Lu?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers, her little tongue licking at my neck as she kisses it.
“Then have me tonight any way you want.”
I’ll make her forget the shitty day, if only for an hour or two or a night.
Sometimes luck doesn’t work in your favor, and it has nothing to do with your talent or hard work. Life is a strong current you can’t swim against even when you know it’s carrying you in the wrong direction. Sometimes, you just have to let go.
Her phone starts beeping in the living room. It’s a reminder of tonight.
“Don’t worry about it,” I murmur, distracting her with my kisses.
I undress her, lay her on my bed, then take her hand in mine and slide it between her legs.
“Open wider,” I whisper. I am persistent and a good student, disciplined above all. “Opening my aching flesh for his gaze,” I quote her words fromSharki, making her gasp in shock. “Did you do it, Lu? In front of my portrait?”
She nods timidly.
“Show me what you did. Teach me how to touch you,” I ask softly, though I’ve made her come before by doing just that.
“Down there…”
“I’m not good at guessing yet. Show me, Lu,” I tease her.
She opens her legs wider in front of me and slides her hand between them.
I can’t take my eyes off her bare in front of me, pleasing herself. I reach for her, and my fingers brush against hers, catching the rhythm, skimming the spots they linger over.
“Two pairs of hands are better than one,” she says quietly.
Holy hell, she just quoted my words from the day I came to rent the room. She remembers. Every fucking word.
I push her hand away and take over, doing exactly what she did, gauging my success by the little sounds that escape her.
