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Today, while I’m brushing his hair, I hum Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye. I know Rax recognizes it when he chuckles lowly. “Careful, sweet pea.”
I don’t answer, just keep brushing and humming. Pulling his hair to flow over my thigh, I make sure all the knots are gone, running my fingers through the ends of his hair. “I really do love your hair. How did you keep it so shiny while you were …” My voice trails off when I realize what I asked. That’s a deeply personal question and he probably doesn’t want to talk about his stay inside.
He finishes my sentence. “While I was in prison?” He looks back at me with a wide smile. I blow out a breath, glad I didn’t blow it. “I had money on my books, so I could have gotten quality shampoo if I wanted to pay. But Zeke knows how I am about my hair, so he made sure when he sent me care packages, he had me a couple of bottles. They came in handy with trade sometimes too. Even though the water was hard, I was able to keep it looking presentable.”
I nod, even though I don’t know what kind of trade he would need. That’s not my business though.
“All done,” I say, kissing his forehead, watching his cheeks flush from this angle. My assessment was correct—he really is terrifyingly beautiful. “Now come on. We can grab some water and head up,” I say to Rax, holding my hand out after I stand from the couch.
He looks at it, then up at me. “Where?”
Being dramatic, I jostle my hand in his face. “Trust me, remember?”
I know it’s hard for him to trust. I can tell how hard it is every time I say that word. But I’m hoping he’ll give me a shot. I trust an escaped convict that probably has more bodies to his name than Ted Bundy. Even still, I’m choosing trust. Hopefully, he will too.
Grunting, he places his hand in mine. I struggle to pull him up, making him laugh loudly. “What? Need some help?”
“You’re built like a fucking ox. Of course, I need help.” Rax pushes off the floor and stands in front of me, pulling me against him so I can feel his growing erection. This man is always hard. I like it.
“Where are we going?” He kisses me before I can answer and fuck if I don’t want to stay here and let him plow me into the couch. Then take me on the kitchen counter. Then outside for all the animals and wildlife to see.
Rax lets my mouth go slowly, thumbing my lower lip. “Umm …” I stutter, trying to remember what he asked me. “Oh. Yeah. Let’s get some water. And some of those grapes before they go bad.”
I duck under his arm and get the water and grapes. Rax watches me and I hold my hand out again. “Come with me.”
He places his hand in mine and I pull him up the stairs. Rax’s free hand lands on my ass and I grin, knowing I’m swaying it for his benefit. I’m glad he likes the view.
Holding tight to his hand, I walk up to where the attic is. It’s not like the old school attics in someone’s grandparents’ house with the rickety ladder and spiderwebs in every corner. It’s a beautiful space, overhauled to model the style of a loft apartment.
Rax’s steps falter like he thinks we’re going to hang out up here, but I continue to pull on his hand. When we get to a large bay window, Rax stops me. “What is this?” He’s looking around with a guarded expression.
“Trust.” I stand on tip toe and kiss him quickly, loving how he immediately kisses me back.
I step out of the window and stand to the side so he can step out behind me.
There is a blanket, pillows, and I’m adding the water and grapes to the mix. I also brought up a few bottles of beer. I was going to grab other things, but I was caught when Rax got out of the shower earlier than I thought he would.
Turning around, I see Rax’s wide eyed expression as he takes everything in. Smiling, I wave my hand over at my little set up. “We can’t go out, but I figured I could take you on a date. Since you’ve never been on one.”
I start to get nervous when he just stares. “If you don’t like it, we can—” Rax stalks over to me, takes my face into his hands and kisses me breathless. I whimper in surprise, trying to keep up with his needy mouth. Rax’s hand goes around me and drags me forward until my body is flush with his, his hard cock pressing against me. I whimper again, my own dick growing faster than it ever has before.
When Rax pulls his mouth away, he rests his forehead against mine. “This is … I don’t have words, sweet pea. No one has ever done anything like this for me.” He pulls away with a carefree smile I don’t think I’ve ever seen. Then a glint enters his eyes. “You really are a danger whore, huh? Trying to make a literal killer fall in love with you.”
Chuckling, I peck him lightly on the lips then step away. “If only that were possible in the time you have left.”
Dragging him to the blanket, I sit down, then pat my thigh. Catching my meaning, he lies down, his head resting there. I take his hair and spread it out, running my fingers through it.
I watch Rax’s face relax as he closes his eyes and blows out a long breath. “This is nice,” he says after a moment. “Didn’t think I would like any sweet shit like this.”
“Hey,” I say in mock outrage. “This sweet shit is what people like me like.”
“I can’t promise any sweet shit, but I promise to give you a rush.” He opens his eyes and winks. “I’ll think of something.”
We quiet for a few minutes more, just enjoying the beauty of the day and the warmth of each other. Finally, I say, “Tell me your story, Rax.”
He grunts. “Ain’t pretty, sweet pea.”
“I don’t care. Tell me. I want to know you.”
