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I rest my chin on her head and squeeze her tight to me as sobs convulse her body. Her fingers rake down my back, catching on the soaking material of my shirt as she sags against me. I kiss her head and brush the wet hair from her face and just hold her until my clothes are drenched.
When she finally looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes lock on mine. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“Any time, Angel,” I say as I reach behind her and take the bottle of soap from the shelf. Keeping my arms around her, I squeeze some into my hands and create a lather before I start to work it over her back. She squirms as my hands slide over her waist and the faintest hint of a smile plays on her lips. She is so ticklish.
“Your clothes are soaking,” she whispers as she takes a small step back from me.
“So?” I reply with a shrug as my hands slide over her hips and onto her stomach and she looks down at them as they skim her lower abdomen.
“Is this okay?” I ask, suddenly aware that she might prefer to do this herself. She might not want my hands on her after what my cunt of an uncle has done.
“Yes,” she replies with a nod of her head and my soapy hand slides between her thighs as I clean her there. She holds onto me, one hand on my shoulder and one on my forearm as her fingernails dig into my skin through my clothes.
“You sure?” I breathe against her hair.
“Yes. I need you to wash him off me, Conor,” she gasps as she looks up into my eyes.
“I will, Angel,” I say as my other hand continues washing the rest of her body.
“Not like that,” she sucks in a shaky breath. “I need you to take it away. From everywhere.” She sobs loudly and I realize what she’s asking me to do.
“Jessie!”
“Please, Conor? I can’t let him be the last one to…” She blinks at me, unable to finish her sentence. I push back her wet hair. If any of my brothers walk in here and catch me fucking her after what she just went through, they might just lose their shit. And how can I do that after what she just went through?
“Can’t you do that now? After what he did?” she asks and my heart breaks in two.
“It’s not that, Angel.”
“Then what is it?” She blinks at me, her huge blue eyes pleading with me.
I look down at the bruises on her thighs and the rage inside me feels like it might burst out of my chest. The thought of him touching her, of him putting his hands on any part of her, makes me want to rip out his throat with my bare hands. Knowing that he hurt her there makes me feel an anger like I have never experienced before, but none of that changes a damn thing about the way I feel about her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, Conor. You couldn’t.”
I stare at her and despite what she’s been through, having her naked, soapy body pressed against me makes my cock stiffen. I pull back a few inches. It would kill me if she thought that’s all I’m here for.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she whispers.
“Of course I do, Angel,” I frown at her. “My cock is already hard just from touching you, but are you sure that’s what you want?”
“I need this, Conor,” she pleads with me. “Please?”
“I’ll always give you whatever you need, you know that, but you’re hurt, Angel.”
“I’m not. I’m okay. And this is the only way to get rid of him.” She looks down at the floor and I cup her chin and lift her head back up so I can look in her eyes.
“Are you sure this is what you need?”
She snakes her hands around my neck and pulls me closer in response. My lips brush hers softly at first until she parts them and I slide my tongue inside. I push her back against the tiled walls and her hands fumble with my belt and zipper until she’s able to reach inside and squeeze my stiff cock in her palm.
“Jessie!” I groan into her mouth as my hand slides over her breast and stomach until I reach the apex of her thighs. She parts them slightly, giving me all the permission I need. Sliding my fingers between her folds makes her whimper into my mouth as I deepen our kiss. But then I hesitate and my hand stills. I have no idea how she wants this.
“Conor,” she groans as she tugs on my hair and I realize I need to stop overthinking this. She is my girl and she is the same one who left from New York a few days earlier. I know exactly how she likes to be fucked.
I circle two fingers over her clit and she grinds her mound against my palm. When I slide a finger inside her a moment later, she wrenches her mouth from mine and gasps loudly.
“Open wide for me,” I growl and she obeys without hesitation, allowing me to slide a second inside her.
