Page 97 of Flock
Silence. The bastard is not going to make this easy on me.
“I know it seems hypocritical, but if you are sleeping around, I can’t,” I gesture between us. “I’m not ... I don’t think I can do this.”
He eyes me without a word, not giving me an inch as I carefully avoid his erection and scrub off the day from his muscular thighs. He holds his injured hand away from the spray as I circle him, going up the same way I came down, daring to look up at him through the streaming water. Not a hint of his earlier smile, just his rapt attention when I rise and tilt his head back, soaking his onyx hair. The water cascades down the cuts of his body, as he hovers above me, temptation personified.
The urge to take another bite is damn near impossible to resist.
I pour shampoo on a shaky hand before raking my fingers against his scalp, feeling his exhale on my chest. It’s utter agony being this close to him while clutching what’s left of my moral standards tightly to me. Once he’s clean, I step out, toweling off before he does, and then I take my time drying him off, not bothering to find him some boxers because I know his sleeping preference. Overly doting, I coat his toothbrush with toothpaste, and he rolls his eyes but takes it as I gargle with some of his mouthwash.
Out of the bathroom, I can feel his eyes trail me as I straighten up and pull back his rumpled sheets. After he slides in, I bend forward and press my lips to his forehead, knowing he won’t like it. And he doesn’t, shaking the maternal act away while giving me the stink eye.
I can’t help my laugh, and nuzzle him with my wet hair to spite the air surrounding him. I pull back to hover above him and I see his lips twitch before he grips my neck and draws my mouth to his. He goes deep, setting me on fire. A moan erupts from my lips as he thoroughly fucks me with his tongue, before pulling away and adjusting his pillow.
“Do you need me to stay?”
“I’m not Sean.”
Nodding, I pull away.
“If you need me, you know where to find me.”
Feeling the slight sting of his rejection, I walk back down the hall to see Sean shift in bed, pulling up the sheet to make room for me.
“He good?”
“He’s good.”
He reaches for me and pulls me into his arms, and within minutes, my dreams find me.
Chapter Thirty
Sean went on a hike this morning and I decided to stay back to check on Dominic. He’s spent the whole of the morning in his bedroom. I know he’s in pain. After hours of waiting in vain for him to appear, I walk up the stairs with my arsenal in hand and knock on his door.
“Yeah?” Sounds from behind it.
I open it just enough to get a coffee cup through.
“Coffee, black,” I say, and he takes it.
I push the plate through. “Eggs, runny. Peas, ice cold.”
I shove my hand through the door last.
“Woman?”
I leave both the question and my hand hanging in the air. “Woman?” I wave it back and forth, a smile on my face.
Chuckling, he pulls me into his room and onto his lap where he sits at his computer desk. He places his breakfast to the side of his keyboard.
He runs his good hand along my back, and through the tips of my hair as I rest the peas on his wrist. He winces on contact.
“Bad?”
“Hurts like a motherfucker.”
His mood has lifted considerably from last night, and I’m thankful.
“Serves you right. Why did you go crazy like that?”
