Chapter 28
Vincent da Silva
I strolled out of my bathroom with two large bowls of warm water, one with liquid soap, the other clear.
A washcloth draped over my wrist, I came to an abrupt halt when my sight fell on Dash, fully naked, lying in my bed.
Some of the water splashed out and my heart crashed on my ribs, shallowing my breaths as my focus roamed along his figure.
His head rolled on the pillow to look at me, his brows furrowing. “You okay?”
Looking away, I nodded awkwardly and cleared my throat. “Mm hm. Just, uh, making sure I have everything.”
His head lifted off the pillow to stare down his torso, his finger on the edge of the worst injuries. “Shit. Does that look infected? It’s getting infected. Is it red to you?”
Huffing, I went forward, setting the bowls on the nightstand I’d cleaned off beforehand. Sitting in the chair from the dining room, I scooted closer and dipped the cloth into the soapy water. “It’s fine, Dash. Ain’t nothing infected.”
“You sure? It looks puffy.”
“It’s a fucking hole in your gut, of course it is.”
“So, it’s infected, then, huh?”
“It’s fine,” I chuckled, squeezing out the excess water. Turning on the seat to reach him, I motioned and snapped, “Lay the fuck down so I can clean you. You been bitching about how sweaty you been, now stop.”
Groaning, he plopped back to the pillow, the heel of a hand digging into his eye. “I’m losing my fucking mind, Vin. I ain’t built to lay around all damn day. I wanna get back in the gym. What about the Serpents?”
“I spoke with The Boss this morning, the Serpents are doing just fine without us.”
“And that don’t piss you off?”
“Why would that piss me off?” I argued, shrugging my arms out, my shoulders curling to my ears.
Lifting to his elbow, he was scowling, pointing. “Because it means we’re expendable, and I don’t like being expendable.”
I lowered my gaze and shook out the cloth. No, shit. Neither did I.
“If they’re doing everything just fine without us, why they need us to begin with?”
My concentration snapping back to his, I seethed, “Because I’m the new fucking leader, and they ain’t shit without a leader. Now shut up and lay down. I got shit to do today.”
“Yeah, like what since they doing so good without us?”
“Laundry. Your daughter needs clothes. She needs lunches made for school for the week. I gotta check her homework. Shit to do, man.”
Frowning, he sank down a second time, glaring at me past his flared nostrils. “Stop acting like she’s a burden—”
“Hey!” I barked, genuinely offended. “I ain’t never even suggested that.”
His expression softened, his brows lifting a bit. “You always treated her like your own.”
“And I ain’t never gonna stop. Can I do this, please?”
He huffed and turned his profile to me to stare at the ceiling.
Trying to hide my apprehension, I began dragging the cloth over his chest, my insides fluttering.
Probably being more inquisitive than necessary, my body temperature was rising the more my breaths shallowed.
Very slowly, I took my time, enjoying this far more than I should.
Dipping the cloth into the soap to wet it again, I rub it along his side, holding his wrist to lift his arm so I could clean his armpit.
Gently setting it back down, the cloth traveled across his chest, to wipe the crook of his neck.
As I leisurely went higher, I choked on an inhale and lunged backward when I found him staring intently in that dangerous, smoldering way he had.
My pulse racing, I gulped a couple breaths, cleared my throat, and re-wet the cloth, being a lot less “interested” in the sponge bath. Moving along rather quickly, I froze just below his navel to gawk at a very beautiful, fully erect cock…taunting… making my mouth water.
I licked my lips and gulped, trying to stay composed. My hand shaking, my focus never leaving it, I twisted to lather up the cloth once more and then hesitated before cupping his balls with the warm cloth.
A low, husky groan rumbled from his chest, and it flexed. A second time, I pulled away, panting. Closing my eyelids, I pressed the back of my wrist to my forehead, counting to ten. In control of my emotions, I rushed through the process, making sure everything was clean.
Done, I tossed the rag into the clean bowl to rinse it out, my lungs burning from not taking a proper breath. From his head down to his toes, I cleaned every inch. By the time it was over, perspiration was covering my face and my stomach was cramping.
Very hastily, I tossed the rag into the bowl and stood, the chair’s feet grating the floor. Snatching them, I grumbled under my breath when water splashed out to the floor. Angrily stomping to the bathroom, I dumped them down the sink and rinsed out the cloth.
“Hey, Vin?”
My insides sank and my eyelids closed. Leaning into my palms on the edge of the counter, I called out, “Yeah?”
“Can you give me a shave?”
I stood upright and stood in the doorway, frowning. “What?”
He was rubbing at his jaw, scratching. “I hate beards. Can you get rid of this?”
“You want me to shave you? With a razor?”
“I trust you,” he snorted, propping a fist under his head to see me better.
That fuzziness returning, my head tilted as I casually strolled closer. Examining every line, dip, and curve of his face, I sat down on the chair again. “You wanna be shaved?”
His eyelids were rounded, his own breathing laboring. Holding my stare, his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yeah,” he croaked.
The back of my knuckles caressed along his jawline and his lashes fluttered. “You look so damn sexy with a beard, though,” I admitted with a low, gravelly tone.
His eyelids snatched open and his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling quickly.
Picking up his hand, I pressed his palm to mine and circled my head around, gently rubbing my hair into it. “See how soft it is?”
His brows creased high, his thumb stroking without my coaxing. Letting him go, his hand remained, his sight searching my features.
I rose from the chair and lowered to my knee on the edge of the mattress, leaning in close. He groaned and closed his eyes again, lifting his chin to let me graze my beard against his face.
“That don’t feel good, Dario?”
“Yes,” he whispered, panting heavily.
Ignoring the discomfort it was creating, I slowly dragged my short beard down his chest. He jerked and suddenly stopped breathing, his stomach sinking. I smiled, circling my cheek over his navel.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, his stomach shaking a bit.
Turning to my other cheek so I could stare up his torso, I moved a little lower. Purposely avoiding his cock, I grazed his pelvis and inner thighs.
“Don’t that feel good, Dario?”
His spine arched a bit, another husky groan rocking his chest as his cock jerked. “Oh, my god, it feels so fucking good, Vin. Oh, shit, I like it.”
Inching my way back up, making sure my beard continued to touch along the way, I hovered above his face, smirking at his writhing. Barely above a whisper, I ordered, “Look at me, Dario.”
“Vinny,” he rasped, his spine laying flat.
“Open your eyes. I wanna see those golden chips. Look at me.”
Gulping and licking his lips, his head rolled and his lashes lifted to reveal dilated pupils and glossy irises.
His hot breaths tickling my face, I leaned into a fist by his head, my cheek leaning into that shoulder.
Bringing his palm back to my face, he was petting on his own, his focus roaming around again.
“You seem to like my beard.”
“Yes,” he whispered, focusing on my eyes.
My knuckles stroked his jawline, the coarse hair tickling. “I like yours, too.”
He gulped, his thumb grazing my bottom lip. My heart turned over and my cock ached, throbbing in my jeans.
“Do you still want me to shave you?”
Swallowing loudly, he gazed at my lips for a lingering moment before staring deeply into my eyes. “Yes,” he stated firmly.
The heated moment crashing, I sat up, snickering. “Okay, okay,” I said, rising to my feet. Striding to the bathroom to gather the supplies, I added, “But I think it’s a damn shame. You got no idea how fucking hot you are right now.”
“Vinny?” he chimed in almost timidly.
I paused at the door, holding the frame to peer over my shoulder. “Hm?”
His gaze darkening, the corner of his mouth lifted. “I don’t want a beard, but I sure as fuck like yours now.”
His cock flexed and drew my attention, my stomach knotting with lust. A brow arching, I returned his smoldering gaze.
“You can rub that bush all over my dick any time you want.”
Laughing, I shook my head and stepped into the bathroom. I was changing that man one opinion at a time.