Chapter 56 Graham
GRAHAM
Iam so blessed to be the one she wanted to lean on, to show her, she can be loved, and beautiful again.
Carrying her into the shower, I can feel how much weight she has lost after being locked up with him for two weeks.
Her bones stick slightly out of her skin, and she has lost a little of the curve I love from her body, but no matter what, she will always be the most beautiful woman on the planet to me.
Placing her gently down on the bench at the back of the shower, I grab the handheld shower head and start to rinse her body off.
Staying clear of her messy bun piled on her head.
We washed her hair last night, so it shouldn’t need to be washed again so soon.
But if she asked, I would do it in a heartbeat.
My girl is strong and independent, but I will teach her to allow us to dote on her like the absolute queen she was born to be.
Wetting the loofah, I squirt her favorite vanilla body wash onto the sponge before lathering up the soap. I start at her neck, slowly working in circles with the soapy sponge. As I make my way down her chest to her pert nipples, I hear her moan softly.
“Does that feel good?” I smirk up at her. I am kneeling in front of the bench, and that places my face just about at her chest.
“Mmhmm.” She rolls her head to one side and closes her eyes.
Deciding to take my time, I rinse off the soap from her neck and chest before turning her gently on the bench so I can access her back and shoulders better.
I take a little bit more of the soap in my palm and rub my hands together before working my fingers into her tense muscles.
Taking my time to work out all the knots in her neck before moving to her shoulders and upper back.
I need to show my girl just now she deserves to be treated and not just about her body or sex.
Don’t get me wrong, my cock is dying to plunge into her wet heat.
But at this moment, it is all about Nyx, and showering her with my love and adoration.
The moans leaving her mouth has every drop of blood running south, and my good intentions are washing down the drain with the soap suds.
Before I lose complete control of myself, I snatch the loofah off the built-in shelf and continue to wash her battered and bruised body.
Noting where her worst bruising is, I rinse all the soap from her flesh, letting the handheld shower head tease at her swollen clit.
Her core is glistening already, and it is not just from the water.
She is dying for a release and to reclaim her body.
The dead man may not have touched her sexually, but I know his threats and words have taken up residence in her mind.
“Blue…stop teasing me.” She whimpers. Her skin is a gorgeous shade of pink, not only from my teasing but also the warmth of the shower.
“Come on, baby girl.” I turn the shower off and hold my hand out to help her up off the bench.
Surprisingly, she stands up with very little assistance considering the wound in her thigh.
I am shocked that she is not limping anymore.
Let alone able to put the miles on the treadmill, I know she did this morning based on the sweat dripping from her.
The soft yellow towel is warm from the towel warmer, and I used it to gently dry off any water running down her skin.
Taking the opportunity to lower to my knees in front of my girl, and continue to gently dry off her flesh, as well as pepper kisses along her stomach.
Running my tongue along her hip bones. I place a quick kiss right at the apex of her thighs.
“Maybe we should keep these curls.” I swipe my nose through the hair that has grown in over her time in captivity. She playfully smacks me upside the head while pushing me away from her.
“Graham, no.” Her giggles are infectious, and I can’t help but smile back at her. “I can’t wait to get rid of them, but I haven’t been able to shower alone for over two weeks now.” I can tell she is still trying to joke, but there is a level of pain behind her words.
“I’ll go bushwhacking.” I nuzzle back into the dark curls with a laugh.
“Blue, if you don’t stop, I will put an end to this right now and have Demitri take care of the throbbing between my legs.
” She pulls out of my arms and walks to the bed and lays down.
Her body completely star-fished out on my sapphire blue comforter.
“Are you going to do this or do I need to go find Dee?” She gives me a sly smirk that tells me she knows exactly what she is doing, and fuck, it’s working.
Covering the distance between the bathroom and the bed in just seconds, I pounce on her.
Realizing that while she may need to be softer today.
She still wants me to be in control and not so playful.
I grip behind her thighs and gently push them up and open.
Spreading her delicious thighs open enough to be able to see her wetness leaking from her core.
I lick my lips and remember exactly how she tastes before diving in like a drug addict who has been deprived of his fix for too long.
One long lick from her opening to her clit has her squirming in my grasp.
“Hold still, Little Witch. You asked me to be gentle. Don’t make me get rough.
” My voice is thick with lust. At my words, she stops wiggling, and her skin breaks out in goosebumps.
I continue to lick and kiss at her clit, not giving her enough to bring her to orgasm but just allowing me to enjoy being able to taste my favorite drug.
“Pleeeease.” The word so drawn out I know she is dying to come.
I slip one finger in her drenched core, slowly working the digit in and out of her.
“More.” She breathes out. It is hardly a word at all, just a sigh.
Returning my attention to the throbbing bundle of nerves, I suck gently while I continue the torturous pace of my single finger thrusting in and out of her.
Adding a second finger, I push hard into her, searching for that perfect spot that I know will have her back bowing off the bed.
With a small nip at her clit and the pressure inside of her, she comes instantly with a cry.
I continue to work her through her climax with gentle licks and slow thrusts of my fingers, before slipping my fingers out of her soaking core.
I bring my fingers to my mouth before licking them completely clean.
Not allowing a single drop of her sweetness to go to waste.
“How are you doing, beautiful?” I check in with Nyx to see how she is doing.
“Graham, if you do not shove your cock in me right fucking now, I will walk downstairs butt ass naked and let your brother see everything. Just to ask Dee if he would fuck me on the counter.”
“The fuck you will.” The sentence comes out as a snarl. Typically, I am not this possessive, seeing as I share my women with my best friend, but throwing my brother into the mix is not happening. EVER.
“Then fuck me, Blue, or find out.” She giggles. She knows exactly what I am going to do, so she has no worries about me actually calling her bluff.
The doorknob jiggles, and I hear the distinct beeping that indicates that the thumbprint reader is denying access to whoever is trying to enter my room. “What. The. Fuck.” I hear Demitri yell from the other side of the door, and Nyx sits straight up in bed and laughs.
“Go away.” I call out to him. Nyx slaps me playfully on the shoulder. “What? Do you want me to let him in?” I ask her quietly so Demitri isn’t able to hear.
“Captain Montgomery is downstairs. He wants to see Nyx.” Demetri calls through the door, and her eyes bug out of her head.
“Fuck, did someone tell him I was missing?” Her face is in complete shock.
“Yes, we had to call him a few days after you were missing because you had to go back to work. I wasn’t letting you lose your job over this. If you decide to quit working, that is your decision. I wasn’t going to let douche canoe decide it for you.”
She bursts out laughing and slides to the floor.
“Douche canoe.” She has tears running down her face from laughing.
“Did you really just call Nick a douche canoe?” She spits out between laughs.
Finally able to compose herself, she walks into my closet, snatches a hoodie off the hanger and walks back out, taking her hair out and fixing it to look less just fucked.
“Guess your cock can stay in your pants a little longer.” She pats the front of my pants like my dick is a puppy.
She has gotten quite playful since the kidnapping.
I just hope this isn't her trying to brush off her trauma.
I reach down my shorts to adjust my cock, hopefully Cap won’t notice the hard-on I am rocking, and head for my closet.
When I woke up this morning and Nyx wasn’t in bed, I went on a search for her.
Not bothering to put on a shirt or anything other than snagging my basketball shorts off the floor.
The only people who should be in the house are my brother, who's seen me naked more times than I would like to remember, and Kyra.
She should be able to handle seeing me shirtless.
As I walk out of the closet, Nyx opens the door to an angry-faced Demitri.
She stands up, on her tippy toes, wraps her hands around his neck and gives him a long, hot, passionate kiss.
“Next time you can join us.” Breaking the kiss, she says quietly enough that only the three of us can hear.
“I needed to make sure I could still enjoy being touched.” She jumps into his arms and wraps her arms and legs around him like a koala bear.
“My beautiful Little Fox, I am not carrying you downstairs like this. You have no panties on, and no one else in this house needs to see you.” He peels her off of his body with a smile before kissing the top of her head and snuggling her into the space under his arm and we walk as a happy family down to the breakfast nook, me following closely behind with a huge smile on my face.
My heart is complete again.