Page 76 of For You I'd Mend
I kept my armaround Theo as we walked through the living room. His shirt was drenched with sweat. Though he wasn’t leaning on me like he had on Main Street, he still seemed unsteady. Whatever panic attacks I thought I’d witnessed before were nothing compared to the one that just happened. It was like he’d gotten so locked in his mind, he wasn’t even aware of me or anyone else around him. All the color had drained from his face, and his breathing was so erratic, I don’t know how he hadn’t passed out.
“I’m going to hop in the shower,” he said.
“I’m coming with you.” I darted past him into the 1970s bathroom. Whoever decided mustard yellow was a good color for wall tiles should have their eyes checked. The busy pattern on the floor tiles was an equal sin.
Theo leaned against the sink while I turned on the shower. “You don’t have to babysit me, Poppy. I promise, I’m fine.”
“Well, I’m not,” I snapped. “Fifteen minutes ago, you looked like you were having a heart attack. Plus, I think there’s gumstuck to my leg. Not to mention all the ice melt. I’m taking a shower with you.”
I contorted and groped until I found the zipper on my back and yanked it down. I kicked off Rowan’s torture shoes and wiggled out of my dress. Even though I’d already sat on the gross sidewalk, I hung it carefully on the empty hook on the back of the door.
When I turned back around, I caught Theo staring at my ass, his gaze heated. Well, at least he bounced back fast. I slid off my bra, then my panties, his eyes following my every move.
“You going to shower in your clothes?” I asked walking to him.
He started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, getting nowhere fast. I placed my hand over his and took over. His chest moved up and down, and for a second, I worried he was starting another attack before he reached out and brushed his thumb across my nipple, sending a throb of need between my legs.
I slid his shirt off and ran my hands down his abs to the waistband of his pants. He sucked in a breath as I undid the button and slipped down his fly. He was already hard, his cock bobbing up to meet my hands when I reached inside his boxers. Definitely not pierced.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back. Good. I wanted him distracted when I saw his scars for the first time. I kept pumping him in slow strokes while I pushed his pants to the floor.
My hand stilled. Thin scars covered his legs. There was no pattern, no apparent design other than to inflict pain. All the marks had healed over to shiny white or pink scars but one. A long, angry gash on his inner thigh that looked hot and painfully red.
“Please, don’t cry,” I heard him say. I hadn’t realized I was until he brushed the tears from my cheeks.
I let go of him and pulled back the shower curtain. “Get in.”
“Poppy—”
“In,” I snapped because I was one second from losing my shit. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream at him or sob my eyes out. Probably both. He stepped under the shower head, the water sluicing down his toned body. I climbed into the yellow tub and yanked the curtain closed.
He grabbed my hands and pulled me under the water with him before wrapping his arms around me. We stood pressed together while the water ran down our skin. When I no longer felt like yelling or crying, I dropped my arms and stepped back. I grabbed a bar of soap from the built-in holder on the wall and lathered it in my hands.
Theo squirted some shampoo in his hand but froze when I started rubbing suds on his stomach. “You don’t have to do that,” he said, even as he leaned into my touch.
“I want to,” I said, rubbing my sudsy hands over his perfect ass.
He let the water wash away the shampoo on his hand and watched me lather his shoulders, then arms, then torso again. He let out a groan when I lowered my hands to his dick. He reached for me, but I dropped to my knees, running my soapy fingers over the raised skin on his legs. He started to step back, either because I was touching his scars or because there was a real threat his impressive erection would poke me in the eye. I dropped the bar of soap and wrapped my hand around his cock.
I looked up at him while the water washed the last of the soap away and placed a gentle kiss on his crown. He watched me take him into my mouth before he closed his eyes and groaned.
Since I’d held onto my v-card until Theo, I considered myself somewhat of an expert at giving head. When I opened my throat and sucked his entire shaft into my mouth, his eyes popped open.
“Holy shit,” he panted.
I smirked and hummed, my tongue caressing his delicate skin as I bobbed my head back and forth. He gripped my hair. “Poppy,” he said as his legs started to shake. “No one has ever been able to—” His grip tightened. “Touch yourself,” he ordered in a voice that made heat pool between my legs.
I slid one of my hands to my clit and moaned.
I worked both of us into a frenzy until Theo finally started thrusting into my mouth. “I’m going to come. You don’t have to—fuck,” he yelled, when I started massaging his balls with my free hand.
He let out a feral groan, and I swallowed around him, his hot cum sliding down my throat.
I sat back on my heels and took a few deep breaths. He lifted me to my feet, spun me around and placed my hands on the tile wall. Before I could ask what he was doing, his soapy hands began to roam over my body. Once I was clean, he kneaded my breasts before sliding his hand between my legs where I ached for release. The orgasm I’d started to build with my own fingers felt much closer with his.
“Come for me,” he growled in my ear. Pleasure ripped through me with such intensity my vision darkened. He kept touching me, drawing out my orgasm until I sagged against the shower wall, spent. He turned me back to face him and wrapped me in his arms. We stood like that until the water began to cool.
“I’m making Aiden install one of those endless hot water heaters,” he said when the water became icy. He turned off the faucet and opened the curtain, both of us shaking.
