Page 138 of Claim Me
"Are you guys okay?"
"I don’t know, I haven’t had a chance to really talk to him yet."
Veyron: "Listen, my yacht will be at South Verde Marina this weekend, maybe you could use some anonymous time on a small but luxury yacht? Just bonding time, a chance to catch your breath?"
"I would love it, but I have to ask Blue."
"Sure, let me know!"
I step out dressed only in pants, holding my jacket and shirt in my hand. The previous one got ruined, torn at the shoulder.
Blue is already dressed too, in a dark gray suit, perfectly tailored.
He looks elegant, his hair neatly styled, carrying the fresh scent of shower gel and shampoo.
A first aid kit stands next to him, different from the one downstairs.
I sit on the sofa, and he sits down beside me. The moment his soft hands touch my skin, it almost pulls a groan of pleasure out of me.
Blue stills for a second. Our eyes meet.
"Does it hurt?" he asks.
"No, not when you touch me, Blue."
A moment of silence. Blue doesn’t comment, he just starts removing the now damp bandage. When he uncovers it, he pauses.
"The wound is almost completely gone…"
He stares at my arm. I lean in and see it too, it’s basically healed, still red but closed.
"That’s… interesting," Blue says, but nothing more. He removes the rest of the bandage, peeling it off my skin. "This won’t be necessary anymore. The risk of infection is gone."
One of his hands remains on my shoulder, sending small, pleasant waves through my body.
"Blue," I say, my throat a little tight as I try to suppress my erection, "Veyron offered to lend us his yacht for the weekend. It’s really nice, luxurious. I’ve been on it a few times, I know how to handle it. We could sail a bit and relax… away from all of this."
Silence. His hand is still on my bare shoulder, radiating warmth, making me constantly shiver low-key.
He stays quiet, thinking.
"Please, Blue. You don’t have to worry about anything from me. I won’t do anything without your clear consent."
"That’s not what I’m worried about."
Sadly, Blue withdraws his hand and straightens up, packing things back into the first aid kit in silence.
"Then what?"
"Alright. We can spend the weekend on the yacht."
"Really?"
My pulse spikes.
"Yes."
I force myself to stay calm, but it costs me. In fact, I would love to scream aloud, I’m that happy! Blue slowly turns toward me, his expression once again hard to read.
