Page 47 of Blake

Reid pointed at the bags by the chest of drawers. “I left your bags over there.”

Pax smiled. “Thank you so much for this, Reid.”

“My pleasure, ma’am,” he said with a wink and Pax grinned wider as Blake rolled his eyes.

“Okay, enough flirting with my woman.”

He pushed Reid to the door as Reid chuckled low. Pax walked to Blake as he stood by the bed. Placing her hands on his chest, his arms came around her lower back just above the curve of her ass. Her eyes searched his. She saw tiredness and pain but also desire and something else.

“You okay?” she asked knowing that for the most part he had been taking care of her and thought the scales needed balancing.

He smiled. “I am now.”

“I think I can make it better,” she purred as she stepped out of his arms and pushed him lightly until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Blake looked up at her his eyes stormy with need and interest. “Yeah, how so?”

Pax dropped to her knees in front of him and moved so she knelt between his spread muscular thighs. “Well, I hear there are ways of relieving pain by causing an endorphin rush.”

Blake watched her as she moved her hands to the zip on his jeans and slowly lowered it. “Is that so?”

Pax saw the hardness of his dick against the denim fabric of his jeans. “Uh huh.”

Her hand slipped in and grasped the hard cock in her hand and her body reacted to the sound of the hiss that came from his mouth at her touch. Blake sat back; his body propped on his elbows as he watched her stroke his cock.

Pax swiped a thumb over the slit as she bent to lick the bead of pre-cum from the head, her eyes never leaving his. Blake reached forward and wound her hair around his fist causing a tingle in her scalp to shoot straight to her clit.

Slowly she lowered her head until she took him into her mouth, the groan that reverberated up his chest and into her mouth heady and powerful. This man who had protected kings and queens, who was so self-assured and in control, was losing control because of her.

Her mouth worked his cock as he watched, his hips moving as he tried to hold back the desire to fuck her mouth. His eyes were crinkled, red slashes of desire across his cheekbones, jaw rigid. It made her want to make him lose it, so she doubled her efforts.

“Gracie, fuck,” he rasped out.

Running her tongue over the head of his hardness, she reached up and cupped his balls, rolling them as he began to swell in her mouth, the breath coming from him harshly as he groaned.

“I’m gonna come,” he moaned as he gripped her head.

Pax wanted him to come in her mouth, to taste him on her tongue and know that she made this man as weak as he did her. She didn’t pull away but sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down his stiff cock. She felt him stiffen before his release filled her mouth.

“Gracie, Jesus Christ,” he said letting go of her hair and falling back on the bed as she rose up to look at him. The tension was now gone as he looked at her with hooded eyes that had lost the weariness of earlier.

Blake reached for her and she crawled up the bed and into his arms, being careful of his injured knee. She nestled against him as he wrapped his arm around her and held her to him kissing her head.

“Give me a sec, babe, and I’ll return the favour.”

“No, you won’t. That was for you. You’ve done nothing but take care of me for days now and it was my turn to look after you.”

“I’m not keeping score, Gracie. Looking after you is entirely my pleasure. But if you feel the need to take away my pain, you can do that any time you want.”

Pax chuckled and shook her head. “You’re such a boy.”

Blake rolled so that he was above her looking down and smiled. “I think you mean man, beautiful.”

The smile on her face felt good as she replied, “Fine, man then.”

“How about we get naked and I show you how much of a man?” He waggled his eyebrows adorably and nudged the soft curve of her tight pussy with his erection.

Pax raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Already?”