I closed my eyes and rubbed my ass on the washer, and then I shivered. “What is this made of?” I moaned loud, the sound of my voice amazing, warm bliss storming my lower stomach. I rubbed harder. “It feels like angels are trying to get me to come.”
“Oh, little one. I like that.”
I pushed harder on the angel’s hands. “Bel, is that you?”
“I’m here, Gwen. I’m here.”
Light jarred my eyes open, and I whispered, “I think…I think we might have smoked something.”
Bel stopped moving on the dryer, and his head fell forward. He repeatedly blinked down at his lap. “We definitely smoked something.” He rubbed at his forehead. “I’m forgetting something. It’s right there, but I can’t touch it.”
I swayed back and forth, and listened hard, “Do you hear that? It sounds like a Christmas carol.”
“I don’t hear anything, Gwen.” Bel’s hair fell down around his face as he pushed off the dryer. He wobbled on his strong legs and looked around. “What was I supposed to do?”
I hummed to the carol and moved my arms in the air, the conductor to the instruments. Damn, I was great at this. The best there ever was. The world watched, and Ishined!
Bel rubbed his whiskered chin and slowly started to turn in a circle, his stunning eyes scrutinizing everything around him. He stopped when he faced me. His eyes lowered to the washer underneath me, and then slowly back up. My lover stared, so beautiful, so precious. So fucking perfect.
My favorite part was coming. I worked my arms harder into the air, each beat a precise movement. The symphony was astonishing tonight. All because of me. I was amazing.
Belshazzar covered his mouth with his hand, and asked quietly, “Gwen, what are you doing?”
My smile dazzled the stars. “I’mshining.”
He lunged forward and grabbed my wrists, holding them captive against his chest. His eyes drilled into mine. “Gwen, I need you to shine elsewhere. I need the washer.”
“Anything for you. You are so perfect.” I bent forward and touched the tip of my nose to his. “Your eyes look like you captured heaven in them.”
His lips twitched. “Thank you, little one. But I’m going to pick you up and move you to the dryer. Then we can talk all about my eyes if you want to. Okay?”
“Hold me, and everything will be okay.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Bel’s muscled arms wrapped around me, and like the protector he was, he lifted me and gently placed me on the dryer next to the washer. His fingers brushed my hair back from my face, and whispered, “If my eyes hold heaven in them, then yours hold the galaxies.”
My shoulders sagged in awe, and I whispered, “So perfect.”
Bel kissed the tip of my nose, then grabbed a basket of dirty laundry and started the washer. He dumped them inside, added detergent, and slammed the top shut. Then he leaned a hip against the machine and checked his cell phone. He cursed quietly. “Jesus, we were out for four hours.”
I shook my head. “We aren’t out. We’re inside.” I waved a hand at the home. “See?”
My lover snorted. “Okay, I was out for four hours. You’re still…inside.”
“Where did you go?” My eyes welled with tears, and my heart broke at the edge. “Why did you leave me?”
“Fuck.” Bel slid over and stood between my legs. He pulled me against his chest and held me close. His fingers ran through my hair, over and over, as he stated gently, “I’m not going anywhere. Not with you in my arms.”
I sighed in relief and rested my cheek against his warm shoulder. “You say the most wonderful things.”
He simply swayed where he stood and rocked me inside his hold while we listened to the washer do its job.
I blinked when it suddenly stopped and lifted my head from Bel’s shoulder. My brows puckered in confusion. “I feel…odd. What’s happened?”
“We made a deal with Lonzo.” He leaned his head back to stare down into my eyes. “May I let you go for a second? I need to put the clothes in the dryer.”
“Sure, go ahead.” I rubbed at my forehead when he released me. I looked around the home we were in; nothing looked familiar. “Where are we?”
“At Lonzo’s home. We have to finish this laundry in the next hour to get the translation spell.”
