He laughs and follows me to his en suite. The bathroom is not nearly as spacious or beautiful as Dee’s. He has a large stand-up shower with a bench like the other room, but everything is in a light grey, and it is all bright and cheery. I let out a small gasp when I notice the shelves are stocked with all of my favorites, even though I have never been in this bathroom.
Leaning down to whisper in my ear. “I wanted to make sure you were set no matter what room you were in.” Graham goes over to start the shower and get the water warmed up. I strip out of my sweaty workout clothes with extreme effort and try to be careful of the small bandage on my thigh from the stab wound.
“God, you have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I spin around to spot Graham naked and slowly fisting his cock in hand. A pink flush coats my cheeks, and I can feel it making its way down my neck and chest. “I told you one day I would follow that blush with my tongue.” He leans down to lick his way down my neck before I push him away.
“Graham, ew. I haven’t even showered yet.” Barely able to spit the words out between giggles. Fuck, who knew I would be the type of girl to giggle? Not me.
“You taste like the best temptation. Sweaty or freshly washed.” His eyes are full of desire. I know my flesh is still covered in marks and bruises from my time with Nick, but Graham has a way to still make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Teach me to feel good again, Blue.” I barely finish speaking before he has me scooped up in his arms and is carrying me into the shower.
CHAPTER 56
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 putthe 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 andremember 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.
