Chapter 47
TJ
YOUR SHOW NOW
I drop Grace’s bag down inside our bedroom door.
She steps into the room after me and I hear her sigh in relief. “Oh, thank god, I’m home. I need a real shower.”
Home.
Hearing her call my house home, the one I’ve enjoyed but never felt particularly attached to, makes my chest fill with pride. Even though we’ve moved so fast, like everything with us, it just feels right, like it was always meant to be.
I think I’d call anywhere with her home. I’d sell all my places and move into her van, without a second thought, if that’s what she wanted.
I don’t think that’s the case though. She brushes past me and beelines for the ensuite bathroom practically skipping.
I chuckle and follow behind her. She was only in the hospital for one night as a precaution, but the first thing she asked for this morning was to get home and get a real shower.
After checking on Kayleigh, who was out of surgery and awake, and somehow lucky enough to only have a broken leg and dislocated shoulder, we left the hospital.
I walk into the bathroom to already find her stripping down with the water running.
I lean in the doorway, watching her with amusement until her baggy overalls fall to the ground and I see the bruises covering her legs.
My body stiffens, but there’s no one to be angry at.
All I can do is thank every fucking star that she’s still here with me now.
“You sure you don’t want to rest first? The shower will be here when you wake up. ”
She shrugs her flannel shirt off, leaving her in just her sports bra and revealing more bruises across her toned upper body. Her eyes find mine and she shoots me a playful glare. “Not a chance in hell.”
I snort a laugh and walk over to her, standing behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her nearly naked body against my front. Even with my jeans on, the feeling of her ass against my crotch sends blood rushing south.
“Arms up,” I say.
She looks at me over her shoulder. “I can take my own bra off.”
“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to help.” I run my hands up her sides, my fingers tracing over her ribs and the band of her sports bra. She makes a little whimper and leans into me, raising her arms up. I press a kiss below her ear. “That’s my girl.”
I pull her bra up and over her head, careful to make sure it doesn’t snag on her piercings.
Pulling her back into me, I look at her in the mirror in front of us.
She holds my forearms and nuzzles into my collarbone.
The contented smile on her face doesn’t give the slightest hint of how sore she must be.
The bruises up and down her sides though say otherwise.
“Get in the shower with me,” she rasps against my neck. “Please.”
I press another kiss to her temple. “As you wish. My girl gets whatever she wants.”
I check the water temperature, and steam fills the room, while I strip down with her. I feel her eyes on me every second until I’m fully naked with her.
She laughs to herself and I cock my head at her, raising my pierced eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking about how lucky I am.”
“We’re not having that argument again.”
“You’re really going to tell me I’m not lucky? I just survived an avalanche with basically a bunch of bruises and only a light concussion.”
I step toward her, pulling her by her hips into me.
She looks down at my cock where it presses against her.
It’s definitely inappropriately hard for the moment, but I don’t give a shit.
All I want is to be close to her. I spent all night holding her against my body in that tiny hospital bed and that wasn’t enough.
“You’re right. That’s pretty lucky. I’m luckier though because I still have you.”
She reaches down, rubbing her thumb over the tip of my cock.
“Fuck,” I grit out, bucking into her hand.
She giggles. “You keep selling yourself short. What if I’m the lucky one to have you?”
She tosses her head back, the motion makes her bangs flop across her forehead, before she smirks at me.
“Fine. We’re equally lucky.” She squeezes me tighter and pulls me toward the glass shower door by my cock. “Now, get in the shower with me.”
I step in behind her because I’ll follow her wherever she wants to go.
The hot spray from the rainfall shower heads is an instant relief. I’m not even the one that survived an avalanche, but the stress of the last two days wore on me more than I realized.
She releases her grip on my throbbing dick and turns to face me. The water cascades over her, running through the colors of her hair, making her bangs cling to her forehead. My eyes follow the water beading down over her chest and my mind goes back to that morning on the river.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?”
I look up to see her smirking at me, her eyes flitting down to my erection and back to me.
I step toward her, brushing her wet hair off her shoulder.
“Just you. Always you.”
Her lips part and I chuckle.
“Come on. Let me wash your hair. And yes, I know you can do it yourself but I like taking care of you, so don’t argue.” I reach over her shoulder to grab her bottle of shampoo but she grabs my wrist, stopping me.
I level a questioning glare at her but she just grins.
“I’ll take care of that later.”
She lowers my hand down over one of her breasts, pressing her hard, pierced nipple into my palm.
Fuck me. That does nothing to help with how hard my dick is right now.
She steps closer, still holding my hand to her chest and kisses me.
Her other hand cups the base of my neck and her fingertips curl into my hair.
I feel her hunger and need as her tongue explores my mouth.
Our bodies press together and she moans when I trace her hip bone with my thumb.
I don’t know what I ever did to deserve her.
I had practically resigned myself to being alone and drifting along.
Somehow, the universe put her right where I needed her to be.
I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers, the sound of the water falling around us matched by our panting.
“We can wait. I don’t want to hurt you. The doctor said to take it easy for a while.”
She pulls back, just enough to look into my eyes.
“I’m fine, Tommy. I’m bruised and sore, but I know my body. I’m not broken.” She brings her lips to my ear and rasps. “So, please just trust me and fuck me.”
I know how much it means to her to be strong.
I’ve seen what her independence and autonomy means to her.
Now though, to see her bare it like this, to see how she wants and needs me, makes me feel whole in a way I never thought was possible.
Knowing that I’m her person just as much as she is mine breaks my heart and stitches it back together every time I think about it.
This wild and carefree woman chose me. She pushed me. She even helped me find my love of music again, not by trying to force the issue, but just by existing in my world. Her mere presence was enough to break me out of my aimless decade of nothingness and make me feel everything again.
Looking in her eyes, seeing that fire and desire focused solely on me, I make a mental note to never question her convictions again.
I should have already known that. When she first kissed me, I doubted her even though she was confident and knew what she wanted.
Hell, she knew what I wanted before I was willing to give into it.
Just like getting married that night at a small wedding chapel in Nevada.
She knew that every word, every lyric of that song was a question for her.
Never once has she doubted herself, or me, and I will spend the rest of my life thanking her for that.
That unwavering trust in each other is something I’ll never, ever take for granted.
My gaze drops to my hand over her breast, where my fingers rest just above her heart. I feel the pounding rhythm against the pads of my fingers and my eyes drift to the new band of ink woven between the notes tattooed on my ring finger.
“See.” She ghosts her lips across my stubbled cheek. “I’m here and I’m fine.”
I’m at a loss for words, which is nothing new when it comes to her.
Instead of wasting more time, I give her what she wants, what we both want.
I tighten my grip on her waist and step to her, pressing her against the shower wall at her back.
Her fiery green eyes lock on mine and her lips part into a lusty, playful grin.
It’s short lived though, because I give my girl — my wife — exactly what she needs.
I bring my lips to hers in a flurry. My tongue finds the back of her throat in seconds, unleashing the pent up lust in both of us after the drama of yesterday.
She lets out another surprised gasp before following suit, nipping at my lip.
The kiss is sloppy and messy, hot and needy, and so fucking perfect.
I hook my hand under the curve of her ass, pulling her leg up.
She wraps it around me, following my lead.
The movement puts my cock right against her slick pussy lips.
I feel her piercing slide against my shaft, waking up every fucking nerve in my body.
She lets out another low whimper as she grinds herself along my length.
I’m not even inside of her and I’m ready to come right now knowing just how needy she is for me. Watching how she works herself on my shaft, driving us both closer to the edge is pure fucking perfection. I shunt my hips forward, increasing the pressure for us both.
She reaches between us. “I need you inside me. Now.” Fisting me, she notches the head of my cock at her entrance, and pulls her other leg up, wrapping it around my waist. I grab her ass with both hands now, feeling the pads of my fingers dig into her flesh.
She drapes her arms around my neck. I look into her eyes and she smirks at me, relaxing her body into my hands.
Holy fucking hell.