My eyebrows raise, and I straighten.
“I’m sorry,cariño, I thought it’d feel good.” Damn it, I didn’t think it would hurt her. I pull out slowly, and reach around her to get a few paper towels. Standing back, I put my still wet, but softening cock into my pants and zip my jeans up before helping her put her leg back to the ground so she’s steady. “But good god, seeing my cum drip out of you will never get old.”
Roxie just smirks over her shoulder, swaying her hips a little so I get the full, breathtaking picture.
“Esto nunca saldra de mi memoria,” I whisper, bending down to bite her ass and clean her up with the paper towels.
This will never leave my memory. I swear it.
I finish cleaning her up, throwing the paper towel in the trash.When I turn back to see her pulling her shorts up, and looking at me closer, eyes trained on me but I don’t know what she’s seeing.
“What?” I ask, my eyebrows pushing together in worry. “Are you okay?”
“Can you grab me a pack of paper towels from up there?” she asks, pointing to the cabinet where there sit at least four rolls of what she needs.
“Sure,” I say skeptically, reaching up and grabbing one, but the moment I do, my shirt lifts up and Roxie gasps.
“I knew it! What the fuck, Ty?” She grabs my shirt, pulling it up to see the bruising I know I have.
Fuck.
“It’s nothing,” I say quickly, pulling my shirt from her grasp and tucking it into the front of my jeans.
“That is most definitelynot nothing. Don’t you lie to me, Hernandez.” She points a finger in my face and I take a deep breath, shaking my head and stepping to the side.
“Roxie,” I start to say, running a hand over my head nervously. “It’s a long story.”
“Better shorten it up real fucking quick then,” she snaps and crosses her arms, leaning back against the counter where I’djustbeen in a blissful post-nut haze, while crossing her ankles. Physically telling me that she’s not leaving until I fess up.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 23
There’snothing quite like findingbruisingon your boyfriend’s stomach and ribs and having no fucking clue as to why his perfect skin looks like that.
“Talk, Terecino. Now,” I snap.
“Okay, okay.” He runs his hand over his head again and I can see him trying to figure out how he’s going to deflect. How he’s going to soften the blow I know is coming by hiding things that he knows will most definitely piss me off.
“The truth. All of it,” I say quickly before he can try to spin this in any slick way.
It’s not that I don’t trust him, I do, but I also know this man. Intimately.
I know that he would walk on hot coals if it meant I didn’t have to. It’s one of the weak points in our relationship I wouldsay, because we both are willing to sacrifice ourselves for the other.
I’ve done it, and I won’t let him try to sacrifice for me.
Not anymore.
“God, Roxie, okay,” he says with an annoyed sigh like he’s a teenager and I’m asking him to go do his homework when what he really wanted was to go play video games. “Okay, so, I’m helping out my family with money. You know that?”
I nod, remembering the night he pulled me into his chest and he explained how he’s been working so much to not only supportFrom The Asheshow he can, he’s also been the main breadwinner for his mom and brothers since his dad died.
“Well, I’d kind of…told them they could fend for themselves a little more. I told them that a while ago, and I’ve still been covering the mortgage and bills, but not the extras. Well, this past month, things got too tight. I’m sure it’s because my brother Mario is a fucking prick who only cares about himself. He’d rather spend the house money on shit that goes up his nose or in his veins.”
I swallow roughly because I know it’s hard for him to say that. For him toknowthat he kills himself to take care of his family and they don’t care. They just use him.
And it makes me murderous.
