Page 83 of The Bone Man


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My gaze shifts to the small shower tucked into the corner of his bathroom. “I’m not sure we’ll both fit in there.”

“The whole bathroom is tile.” The words form light caresses against the side of my neck. “We can just leave the door open.”

I reach for the button on the front of his pants, and his hard length brushes my fingers. “Sharpe…”

His lips slide up my neck to my ear. “Wasn’t this your plan when you offered to help?”

A shiver goes through me. “You’re injured.”

“And we could have died today.” He reaches down to press my hand against his hot erection. “Now we celebrate that we’re alive.”

I turn my head to find his ear. “Don’t move your arm, or I’ll stop.”

Pushing him back a pace, I drop to my knees in front of him and open his pants, freeing his hard cock.

His body still holds the scent of battle mingled with the smell of a campfire, and I breathe him in deeply. I lean forward to take him into my mouth, his hot length tasting musky and salty with sweat and pre-cum.

Fist wrapped around the base of his cock, I pump his length as I move up and down, pressing my tongue against the thick vein that runs the length of his shaft before swirling around his head, drinking down the pearls of his desire.

His hand settles in my hair, and I roll my eyes up his bare body to find his hungry gaze fixed on me.

Desire pulses through my body, forming liquid heat between my thighs. I shift my hand to his balls, massaging the delicate globes as I take him in to the root.

He groans and his hips flex, pushing himself deeper into my throat. I hum with pleasure at the sensation, and my eyes close as I focus on the feel of his heat in my mouth.

His hand curls into my hair, tugging gently at my scalp, and he pulls back before thrusting forward, his cock surging in and out of my mouth. I hold still, letting him take his pleasure, needing the confirmation of life just as much as he does.

It doesn’t take long before he groans, and his cock jumps against my tongue, his thighs stiffening. I hum with encouragement, ready for his release.

It comes with hard, jerky pulses that hit the back of my throat, and I swallow them down, reveling in how fast he fell apart.

Shivers still wrack his body when I pull off his semi-hard length and finish undressing him.

Dazed, he lets me maneuver him to the shower, where I leave him long enough to turn the water on and let it warm. Then I shove him inside.

The spray jolts him back to the present, and he reaches out a wet hand to tug on my belt. “Aren’t you joining me?”

I look around the narrow space. “We really won’t both fit, even with the door open.”

He leans out of the shower to catch my lips, his tongue sweeping inside to twine around mine. He groans at the taste of himself on my tongue and pulls back. “We can make it work.”

My pulse quickens, my desire not yet abated. “Not without hurting your shoulder. Now, get your hair wet.”

Eyes locked with mine, he leans back, the muscles on his chest and abdomen stretching as he puts his head under the spray.

Hunger fills me as I watch the rivulets flow down over his muscles before narrowing into a stream over his semi-hard cock.

With his good hand, he grabs the bar of soap from its holder and passes it to me before bending his wet head low enough for me to reach.

I quickly suds up the bar of soap, massaging it into his hair, and use my blunt nails against his scalp to scrub away all the ash and smoke that clings to the silky strands.

When he straightens, I carefully wash his face, neck, and chest, tormenting myself with touching what I shouldn’t take. Not with him injured. I reach his groin, his cock standing at full attention once more, and he groans, his hips flexing when I clean him there, too.

My legs shake with desire as I kneel to soap his legs and feet, his hard cock begging to be inside me.

Swallowing hard, I resist temptation and motion for him to turn around so I can repeat the process on his back, lingering over his firm ass, washing away all traces of the battle.

Once I finish, he steps back beneath the spray of water, letting it rinse away the soap and grime.

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