Once I’d finished undressing, the water had warmed, and steam filled the small enclosure. He stepped in, then held his hand out to me. The shower wasn’t big, but it was intimate. Our bodies bumped as he dipped his head beneath the weak spray. Then he stared into my eyes.
“Tonight changes everything.” Worry pulled at his lips. He wasn’t smiling, and his jaw clenched. “For me. For us… For Cruz.”
“Just tell me,” I whispered. “I don’t care what he had to do. I needed him to be safe, and I needed him to get to you.”
“McKelle, I thought I was done, that I’d never see you again.” His lips quivered. “I’d checked out. One minute I’m hanging there, wishing for death. And the next, death is there. Death is fucking Cruz with a gun inhis hand. He pulled the trigger, putting a hole the size of Montana in the guy.”
A knot of emotions coiled in my belly. I wasn’t naïve about Hellers. They carried guns, lived by their own laws, and delivered their own version of justice. Dozer and Romeo had been raised in this world, but Cruz had barely sewn on a patch and now he’d killed a man.
I was scared of what that meant, except I knew Hellers protected each other.Death and intimidation.Rogue and Bullet were involved so everything had to be okay.
His voice lowered, and he told me more. “It takes my mind so long to process everything that had happened in a split second. Romeo comes in, steps over the guy like he’s a squashed spider, not a dead King.”
As I carefully ran a sudsy poof over his torso, he told me everything. Walking into the halfway to see Treena’s face streaked with tears and a gun to her head.
A lump I couldn’t swallow lodged in my throat as he described the beating he took.
“After they stripped me, they dragged me into the bathroom. The stench was nauseating. Fuck, McKelle, they pissed on me. One fuck with a meth pipe, got high and fucked his fist until he shot his load. When I close my eyes, all I can see is that fucking bathroom.”
He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and his body trembled with an exhale. “How am I supposed to get that out of my head?”
I pressed my lips to his sternum, and his arms circled me, holding me against him as warm water cascaded over us. “Watch me.”
His gaze met mine.
“Watchme,” I whispered again, dropped to my knees, and used my hands to cleanse away the vilememories. Water droplets clung to my lashes as I stared up at his face and ran my hands over the dark masculine hair on his legs. Bubbles covered my fingers. The clean scent of soap permeated the small space. Splaying my fingers, I washed the inside of his thigh, then cupped his balls, coating them with frothy suds.
I touched him everywhere, marking him as mine. When he thought of tonight, he’d remember me on my knees for him.
“Baby.” His dick hardened, stretching against his groin and dropping toward my face. Water sluiced over his flesh, rinsing away the soap.
I curled my fingers around his shaft. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” And then I took him into my mouth, curling my tongue around the head, and sliding my lips down the hot, velvety-smooth length.
I hummed low in my throat. He was thick, hard, and pulsing in my mouth. I pillowed the head on my tongue and swallowed. With a slow stroke, and firm pressure, I worked his length. With my other hand, I cradled his balls in my palm.
“You’re killing me.” His deep voice surrounded me.
Removing my hand from his shaft, I glided it around his thigh, and I took him deeper, hitting my gag reflex and choking a bit. Flaring my nostrils, I inhaled as I zigzagged my tongue along the smooth length.
My nipples ached and heat slipped through my veins. With every pulse of his cock an answering throb warmed my pussy. Keeping one hand curled around the back of his thigh, I reached my other hand between my legs and slid two fingers into my pussy.
A low, hungry growl erupted out of Ryatt. I sucked him harder, bobbing on his cock. Muscles in his thighsflexed, his cock hardened even more, and his abdominals clenched.
“I’m going to come,” he ground out between ragged breaths. His fingers curled into my hair until he cradled my skull. I relaxed my throat, and he slid deeper, feeding me as much of his cock as I could handle.
With two fingers, I wildly thrummed my clit. Tension built low in my belly, fire burned through me as my mind numbed. I needed this, to feel him alive and pulsing in my mouth. I was getting closer. My body tightened. Oh, god. I came. Every nerve electrified. Every beat of my heart connected with this moment. Finally, a riot of butterflies exploded inside me.
Ryatt tightened his hold on me, his body seized and hot spurts of cum splashed the back of my throat. I swallowed, savoring the earthy taste of him for the first time.
A low moan followed his sharp gasp. Finally, he released a shuddering exhale. He slipped from between my lips, and I sat back on my heels. We stared at each other, knowing this moment changed us, too. I’d fallen in love with him, and I could feel how much he loved me.
“What happens now?” I asked as we dried off.
“I don’t know. Whatever happens, I’m not letting Cruz go down for me.”
Cruz was a lot of things. Protective of what he considered his was one of those things. “We need to trust Cruz. And we need to trust Rogue and Bullet.”
He pressed his lips to mine. “Okay.”
