Chapter 15
VIGO
I helped her out of the shower, relieved to see that she was already moving more confidently.
I wasn’t ready to let her shower alone yet — there were way too many possibilities for accidents, even for me — but I hoped she was beginning to see a future where she could shower alone even if her eyesight didn’t return.
She stood on the bath mat, naked and beautiful, as I grabbed a towel.
I was almost glad she couldn’t see that my dick was hard.
The shower had been about her, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t wanted to fuck her senseless.
It had been almost two weeks since we’d fucked her in the workroom, and I could still see the way she’d looked spread out over the blueprint of the bank, her pussy wet and glistening in front of me, Jagger sucking her tit while Hawk made goose bumps rise on her skin with the wand.
And that had been just the beginning. Once we’d gotten her on the floor, she’d straddled my body, enveloping my dick in her slick heat while she’d sucked Hawk’s cock, Jagger driving into her ass.
Fuck. I felt like I was going to explode.
She stood with her hands at her sides, her pale pink nipples hard from the cooler air in the bathroom while I squeezed the water out of her hair with the towel. I dabbed at her face to dry it off, then ran the towel along her shoulders and arms, over her tits and stomach.
I knelt at her feet to dry her legs and ass, then removed the trash bag I’d tied around her cast.
“Is it still dry?” she asked.
“As a bone. I’ll leave the trash bag here on the counter with the hair tie in case you need it when I’m not around.”
I quickly dried myself, then moved her in front of the mirror so I could brush out her hair. The conditioner made it easy, and she stared sightlessly into the mirror as I ran the brush through her damp strands.
“That feels good,” she said, closing her eyes.
“I’m glad. I can help you anytime you want.”
I’d never been much of a caretaker — I’d always been too selfish — but I was surprised to find I liked taking care of Cassie. It made me feel closer to her, made me feel like I could do more than just give her pleasure, which don’t get me wrong, was also pretty fucking great.
I noticed the blow dryer on the edge of the bathroom vanity. “Want me to blow-dry your hair?”
“Can you?”
“No problem.”
I turned the blow dryer on and for the next ten minutes there was nothing but the sound of it in the bathroom as I stroked the brush through her long hair, drying it bit by bit.
When it was dry, I turned it off and set it aside. “How’s that?”
She lifted her arm to touch the back of her head. “Good.”
“Anything else you need to do in here?”
She hesitated. “Lotion. On my legs. If you don’t mind.”
If I didn’t mind? I’d been dreaming of touching her for days. I’d practically come washing her in the shower.
I searched the bottles and jars next to the sink and found her lotion, squirted some onto my hands, and rubbed it into her calves and thighs, my dick getting harder every step of the way.
When I was done, I took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, positioning her so she could feel the bed against the back of her thighs.
“Sit.” She did and I looked down at her naked body, her lush tits and soft stomach, the fine copper hair between her voluptuous thighs. “Lay back.”
She hesitated. “Aren’t you going to get my clothes?”
“No. I’m going to fuck you.”
She blinked. “Why?”
“Same reason I do anything. Because I want to.”
She shook her head. “But why would you want to fuck me like this?”
I took her free hand and guided it to my throbbing dick. “Because taking a shower with you made my dick hard. Because I’m dying to be inside you again.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “But I’m… broken. Damaged.”
“Knock that shit off, mouse.” I was glad the words came out harsh. She was pissing me off. “There’s nothing broken about you, and I’m betting your pussy works just fine.”
She pouted. “You just want a sex toy.”
“Wrong. I want you as a sex toy, just like I did when you could see.” I removed her hand from my dick. “Now lay the fuck back so I can have my fun.”