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"You don't have to say anything," I replied. I turned my head while she lathered her hair but I wasn't letting go. "But turn around so I can wash yourtits."
"And bywashyou mean play with my tits while you rub your cock all over my ass," she said, ducking under the spray to rinse herhair.
Yes, that's exactly what Imean.
"I thought you weren't saying anything."I watched the soap sluicing over her skin, salivating at her body's sweet roundness. My hands found her hips, and I tugged her against me, fitting her soft against myhard.
"And I thought you understood this wasn't a sexytimes shower," she replied with alaugh.
"It's not," I said, sliding my cock between the globes of her ass as I cupped her breasts. They were fuller and heavier than they used to be, and stroked my thumbs over her nipples as I pushed inside her. "I'm beinghelpful."
Her hands slapped against the tiled wall. "If you think this is helpful, you've lost your damn mind,Matthew."
I slipped my hand between us and guided my cock into her wet heat. "Trust me. You'll be thanking me for this later," I said through agroan.
Chapter Three
Riley
"Thanks for breakfast, babe,"Alex said as she shrugged into her wintercoat.
Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were turned up in an easy smile, and a patch of beard rash colored her neck. There was nothing better in the world than slow, bleary, half-asleep morning sex with the woman Iloved.
I swung my messenger bag over my chest, smiling at my handiwork. "Anytime, Honeybee," I said. But then I remembered woman could not survive on cock alone. "Do you want me to grab some tacos or a burrito for you? I don't mind swinging by the hospital before mymeeting."
"No worries," she replied. She checked her bag for her keys, phone, pager, and wallet, murmuringcheckas she located each one. "Hartshorn always has a stockpile of protein shakes. I'll befine."
"I've said it before and I'll say it again: I wouldn't want to be near you and your scalpel when you've skipped ameal."
"Yeah, yeah," Alex muttered as we headed out. "I wouldn't want to be near you and your sledgehammer when you haven't consumed the right ratio of burritos, hot sauce, and coffee on a givenday."
I held the door open, and then followed her into the hall. It was dark and narrow, but that was the way of brownstone buildings. If you wanted to believe in ghosts, this was the place for it. Steep, slice-of-pie stair steps, high ceilings, shadowy corners. And thin as fuck walls that told me Alex's upstairs neighbor just happened to be leaving his apartment at the sametime.
"Come here." I pressed my palms against her cheeks and kissed her forehead. She offered me a quick peck on the corner of my lips—anything longer and she'd never make it to surgery on time—and leaned in while I swallowed her up in a tightembrace.
The sound of footfalls on the staircase had me sighing into Alex'shair.
"Oh.Hello."
"Stremmel," I called inreply.
I glared at him over Alex's head. I didn't like the guy. I couldn't put my finger on a decent reason other than he seemed like a miserable son of a bitch. He was new to the hospital and the city, and made a point of telling everyone how much he loathedboth.
Goodtimes.
"Hey, Sebastian," Alex said. "How's itgoing?"
"Well," he said, sighing, "I'm still here. That's gotta be worthsomething."
Alex tipped her head to the side, nodding slowly. "If that's the best we can do today," she started, "then that's the best we can do. Small victories,right?"
"Yeah," Stremmel murmured, almost tohimself.
It was as though the guy didn't know how to appreciate being alive. I didn't know where he was from or why he had such a massive hair across his ass, but he needed a major attitude adjustment. More than any of that, I didn't know why Alex was being so damn nice to him. My girl subscribed to the sink or swim school of thought, and she had no patience for boo-hooing bitches. Why she wasn't demanding that Stremmel get the fuck over himself and straighten out his priorities was a mystery tome.
And that mystery meant my patience for this bastard could fit in a shotglass.
"Are you scheduled next week?" Alex asked. "Or are you leaving town for theholidays?"
