Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
KNOX
“Come on, Tesoro.”
She follows me into the bathroom. I help her out of her clothes and place them on the floor. Killian will collect our clothing and destroy everything as a preventative measure.
Heather takes my hand, I pull her into the shower and motion for her to stand on the far end away from the spray. We have been putting a prescription cream on her ass where Kill cut her to prevent infection but I’m still using caution.
Heather turns to me and presses her hand to my face, her eyes focus on mine, her gaze filled with adoration.
“Do you remember the first time I gave you a shower?”
Stroking my fingers down her arm she shivers as water pulsates down my chest and I move her so the water goes down her front, warming her skin while I stand behind her.
“I could never forget. That was the first time in my life I felt safe.”
Reaching to the soap dispenser, I fill my palm with the liquid and wash her. I’m gentle as I scrub away the blood covering her hands.
Pressing my face to the side of her neck, I inhale her scent.
“I was a clueless man that day. Sure, I knew you were beautiful but-”
Taking a deep breath, I exhale slowly as I rub my palms up her arm.
“I didn’t really know what love was, and I didn’t think I was capable of caring this much about a woman.
After Carter was taken, our mom drowned in grief.
We didn’t get love from her because she was no longer capable of it.
It was just Kill and I for a long time. When Carter brought you into our lives it was like being struck by lightning. Every part of me was jolted awake.”
She turns to the side and I move with her. She slides her hand from my torso to my chest, along the flesh covering my heart. Moving my hands up the side of her neck, I cradle her in my hands.
“You brought me to life—saved me—saved all three of us, and now you’re ours to fucking cherish.”
Placing my fingers under her chin, I tilt her head back, my gaze holding hers, my words laced with desire.
I drop to my knees, my gaze slowly traveling the length of her body before coming back to her face.
“Your consent is everything to me. I won’t take you without permission, but if you allow me to, I’ll worship every inch of your body.”
“Knox,” she rasps, running her fingers through my hair, as she gazes at me, her eyes unsure.
“I’m still trying to figure out why you even want me, but I know I’m not worthy of worship.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. First I place a trail of soft kisses on her stomach before moving to her thighs and doing the same.
“Why would I want you, Tesoro? Because you’re fucking perfect to me. I won’t tell you these scars don’t affect me because they do.”
Heather stops moving her hand, holding it still on my head as if she’s waiting for me to say more while holding her breath.
“It’s physical proof of what I already knew.
You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known.
Your survival is never in question because that’s who you are.
A survivor. These marks bother me because you shouldn’t have ever endured that.
You’re ours and I hate myself for not preventing this from happening.
I’ve played that night back in my mind so many times, looking for a way.
I knew he would’ve killed you and I thought we had the tracker. Tesoro, I’m sorry. So fucking sorry.”
I pull her down on top of me, and she quickly places her hands around my neck, preventing herself from falling.
“It’s not your fault, Knox. It wasn’t my fault and it’s not yours either.”
Running my thumb along her bottom lip, she darts her tongue out, licking my flesh, her eyes wild with lust matching my own.
“You are worthy of our worship. When will you realize what we see when we look at you?”
A tear falls down her cheek, mingling with the water droplets on her skin and I catch it with my tongue.
“What do you see?” She asks, her tone sensual, barely above a whisper.
I push the hair out of her face and kiss her cheek.
“I see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Yes, physically you’re fucking gorgeous, but what I really see is this heart.”
I place my hand on her chest, her pulse racing against my palm.
“This heart is pure for those who deserve it. You’d give your life for so many to live. You’re selfless, Tesoro. Never doubt why I call you treasure because that is exactly what you are.”
She places her hands on either side of my face.
“Knox.”
“Tesoro.” I breathe as I grab onto her hips and push her down onto my cock.
“The water is going to get cold.” I say and she responds, “I don’t care.”
She slides her hands to my neck and presses her lips to mine. I grip onto her hair as she slides up and down on my length, my tongue moving against hers hungrily.
Grabbing onto her hips I lift her and slam her down on my cock. A whimper slips free from her throat.
“So fucking wet for me, Tesoro.”
I pinch her nipples one and then the other before tangling my fingers in her hair again. Yanking her head back I slide my tongue from her collar bone up the center of her throat.
“Fuck. I missed being inside you.”
She drags her nails down my chest as she throws her head back, and I hold her trembling body, pulling her tight against my chest.
“Knox.”
“Fuck.” I groan as I hold her down and fill her with my release.
Heather wraps her arms around my neck, both of us breathing heavily, as our hearts pound.
“Thank you for being my safe place.” She speaks against my skin, her breath dancing over my flesh.
“Thank you for being you, Tesoro.”
Her bottom lip trembles and I rise to my feet, holding her in my arms and get out of the shower.
After turning the water off, I grab a towel and dry her off.
Heather stares at me, her eyes gazing into mine as if she’s grateful for me taking care of her.
I shake my head with a small chuckle. Doesn’t she know by now?
Taking care of her is not a fucking chore.
It’s the easiest thing in the world. Knowing she’s never had this before only makes me want to do it more.