Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
If he is willing to give you the moon and stars, you should be willing to sacrifice Uranus.
—Eddy to Nettie
Eddy
I was walking around like I’d been electrocuted.
My nerve endings were frayed.
My body felt like I’d stuck my finger in a light socket.
My toes were curling.
My nipples were pebbled.
My vagina was clenching.
And all of that was due to the way the man was walking around his kitchen in nothing but sweatpants.
Bossy didn’t blink an eye at her father’s state of dress, clearly used to it.
I, on the other hand, was finding it hard to breathe.
“Night, Dad. Eddy,” Bossy called as she headed out of the kitchen and to her room.
I was at the sink washing dishes.
The front of my shirt was soaked due to my inability to keep my stomach or boobs from catching the spray of the faucet as I washed single-handed.
My nerves felt like they were being unwound, one at a time.
“Night, baby,” Weaver’s deep, melodic voice called out to her.
The bedroom door closed at the same time that I turned off the faucet.
I grabbed the kitchen towel next to my left arm to wipe down the sink area.
When I went to move toward the dishes in the drainer, two strong, naked arms came to rest on the counter on either side of me.
“Leave ’em,” he ordered. “They’ll dry on their own. I’ll put them away in the morning.”
I felt my stomach flip as butterflies started to take flight in my core.
“O-okay.”
His mouth skimmed down the length of my neck, pressing soft kisses every so often until he got to the neck of the t-shirt I was wearing.
“You’re all wet,” he mused.
I was.
Very, very wet.
Washing dishes wasn’t the easiest when you had one arm in a cast that you couldn’t get wet.
Yet, I’d been determined to do it.
“I am,” I admitted. “I need to go change my shirt. It’s cold.”
He hummed and pulled me away by his hand on my belly, splaying over the largest of the wet spots.
“Follow me,” he ordered.
I went as he guided me into the laundry room and closed the door.
When the lock snicked into place, I breathlessly said, “I’m not sure I’m up for a ride on the washer.”
His eyes went molten as he murmured over the sound of the spin cycle, “We’ll see.”
He pulled the shirt off of me, being careful not to catch it on my cast, and tossed it to the basket.
The shirt slid off the edge and fell to the floor.
Neither one of us went to pick it up.
His eyes gleamed as he took in my mostly braless state.
The bandage he’d wrapped around me that morning was holding on, but barely.
He reached for it, tugging the Velcro free as he unwound it from my body.
When it was off, and my boobs fell free, his eyes gleamed.
My nipples pebbled even harder when exposed to the cool air—or maybe it was due to the way he was looking at me. Like I wasn’t some freak of nature that had survived a bear attack.
His eyes took me in, not shying away from the scars or the bruises. The puckered skin or the marks where the stitches had once held me together.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His words. So sweet, but oh, so wrong.
I scoffed. “Um, no. Not ever, but definitely not anymore.”
His eyes narrowed and his hands clenched on my ass.
His eyes went molten as he caught my hair in his fist and tugged, forcing me to look up at him more fully and giving me no room to turn away.
“You were beautiful before, to the point where it took my breath away. The first time I saw you in the bar, I’d had this thought.
What would it be like to take her home? What would it be like to have her body clenching around mine?
I’d bet it would be like heaven. And don’t get me wrong.
You were absolute heaven that night I had you for the first time.
I’d never in my life had anything better.
But now? You’re even more so now. When I see these scars.
” He trailed his fingers along the raised wounds, closed but nowhere near healed.
Dark, deep purple that told of freshness, not mellowed with time.
“I see bravery. I see a badass woman that fought to live. A woman that had become a piece of my heart in a single night without even trying. You’re beautiful, baby.
So damn beautiful it hurts. Scars or no scars, you have the power to undo me. ”
I swallowed hard. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
His lips kicked up at the corner, that little smirk that always had the power to make my heart beat faster.
“Who said anything about talking?”
I opened my mouth to tease him, but no words came out when he lifted me up onto the dryer and set me down carefully, overly cautious yet still strong and unyielding.
“That’s it,” he said. “Perfect height.”
I went to ask him what he meant by that, but then he got down onto his knees between my thighs and said, “Put your heels on my shoulders.”
I did.
“Lean back against that pile of laundry if you need to,” he ordered. “It falls over, I’ll refold it when we’re done.”
Then he tasted my clit with his tongue.
I hissed in a breath at the shock that jolted through me.
My ribs smarted, but didn’t protest, and I closed my eyes and just felt.
His mouth was everywhere, getting reacquainted with my pussy in only the best way.
His tongue explored, delving between my spread lips, until he got to my entrance and speared his tongue inside.
I hissed in a breath as he finally gave my clenching vagina something to close down on.
He groaned and clenched my good thigh with one hand, still able to have enough brain power to know not to go caveman on my bad side.
My heels dug into his shoulders when he moved down lower, not quite licking my backside but not shying away from it, either.
“Holy shit,” I gasped when his fingers from his other hand finally came into play, spreading me open wider for his tongue to explore even deeper.
“Inside,” I begged. “I need…”
He thrust two fingers into my empty channel, and they greedily clenched down on the invasion.
“That’s it,” he growled against me, his lips playing against my clit as he spoke. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”
“I…”
He curled his fingers and my toes scrunched up.
He chuckled deep and dark. “That’s it.”
My eyes snapped open when he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I stared down at him going to town between my legs. Enjoying himself so immensely that the little lines beside his eyes were creased with his amusement.
His hair was a mess, and I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing it out of his eyes, wanting to see his face as best as I could.
The sight of what he was doing to me was almost better than what he was actually doing to me.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine and held.
I bit my lip, a scream building in the back of my throat.
“Don’t scream, baby,” he ordered, again speaking against my clit.
I licked my lips. “I’ll try.”
He did that come-hither motion with his finger again, and I lost it.
The look in his eyes. The way he was working my clit with his mouth. His fingers inside of me.
It was all a perfect storm, and I fell into it happily.
My lungs seized inside my chest. The scream building in my chest froze. My fingers in his hair clenched. My heels went to his shoulders and pulled him closer.
And the orgasm that came out of me was nothing like I’d ever felt in my life.
It was an out-of-body experience.
I panted and whimpered as I rode my way through the orgasm to end all orgasms.
My body was a livewire when he finally stood up, caught me around the waist, and pulled me into his arms.
He didn’t put me on the dryer or spin me around and bend me over it.
Instead, he went ass to the floor in a pile of dirty clothes, pulled me into his lap, and slowly lowered me onto his cock.
I groaned, my breath coming in choppy pants against his lips that were now pressed to mine.
He growled against my lips as my ass cushioned his balls as he bottomed out inside of me.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, using my feet planted on the floor to grind against him. “I feel you in my belly.”
“Good.” He helped loop an arm around my back and pulled me almost completely off of him before shoving me back down. “I want you to feel me inside you until we wake up in the morning. Then I’ll fuck you then, and you can drip my cum the rest of the day while you’re at work.”
My pussy clenched at that idea.
“You like that idea,” he mused, his hand going to my throat as he used my thumb to push my chin upward, baring my neck to his mouth. “You like the idea of feeling me there?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “I like it.”
“Hmmm,” he said as he pressed kisses to my throat and jaw. “You gonna come for me again, baby?”
I already felt the inevitable building.
“Of course,” I teased. “Would you settle for anything less?”
He caught my chin in his hand and tilted me back down so that I was staring into his eyes. “Nothing less. You’ll never leave my bed and not be satisfied with your care.”
My eyes gleamed. “Okay, Baymax.”
The movie we’d watched together in the hospital room weeks ago felt like a distant memory.
But it’d been a memorable one because he’d rubbed lotion into my feet.
When he’d finished, he’d asked, “Are you satisfied with your care?”
And he’d given me the same line. “You’ll never leave my bed and not be satisfied with your care.”
“Shh,” he said. “I’m focusing.”
I slammed my mouth down on his and kissed him.
Long minutes later, we both came.
My ribs didn’t ache at all.
And I was definitely satisfied with my care.