Page 30 of Rattlin' Bones
The rain slowed as we merged onto the road, finally relenting as we rode toward his house. The wind had died down but still whipped our wet clothes around us. If it had been summer, I would have enjoyed the warm rain and the chill on my skin. In October? No.
Skel trembled beneath my hands as we pulled to a stop at a red light. I couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be to keep us safe on his bike while ignoring the pain in his side. Pressing against his back, I tried to give him some of my warmth.
“Such a good girl,” he praised. “Keep holding tight, Lacey.”
My arms ached, but it was nothing compared to what he endured. By the time we arrived at his place, both of us were exhausted. Skel parked in his garage and clicked the button to lower the door. He seemed stiff as I dropped my hands and stood.
I noticed the blood staining my fingers and bit my lip, worried when I saw him stand. “Let’s get to your bathroom and the supplies.”
He grunted as we entered his house, taking my hand as we walked through and stopped inside the bathroom. “Strip, Baby. We both need to get out of these wet clothes.”
I nodded, wrestling with the French Maid costume and the clinging fabric, shivering as my cold fingers felt almost numb. Once I was naked, not even considering the option of hesitating, I watched as he turned on the shower.
Skel had one of those showers with all glass, and I followed him inside, gasping as the warm water hit my chilled skin. Heat from the steam fogged the glass as I sighed, dipping under the spray to wet my hair and the dry, crusty feeling that had been left behind by the rain.
Skel leaned against the tile and pressed a hand to his side. “Come here.”
I moved closer, dropping my head to look at the wound on his abdomen. His hand lifted.
“It’s not that deep,” he murmured.
“You’re right, but it still looks awful. You’ve lost some blood.”
“I can handle that. Had far worse overseas.”
“As a Marine?” I clarified. He went twice if I remember correctly. Skel was a hero.Myhero, too. I was already falling hard and fast for him. “I think you need stitches.”
“Yeah. I do,” he confirmed. “After we finish this shower.”
“Does that mean I get to help wash you?” I asked with a wicked smile, trying hard not to stare at his crotch.
Skel’s cock had lengthened, growing harder as he stared at me. “Anything you want, Sweet Girl. I’m yours.”
Skel saved my life. He found me in that cemetery. He stopped the attacker from harming me and got injured in the process. He’d been there when I needed him since this started. The least I could do was show my gratitude.
I lowered to my knees, licking my lips as I stared up at him.
Skel’s eyes were hooded. “Not gonna lie, Baby. You look damn good on your knees for me.”
I reached for his erection, wrapping my hand around the base as I flicked my tongue toward the tip.
“Such a tease,” he groaned.
Without warning, I took him in my mouth, nearly choking as I swallowed him down, stroking the hard length as he jolted.
“Damn.” His hand slapped the tile while the other still pressed into his stomach. “Fuck. That feels good.”
God, I was consumed by him. The feel of his cock like velvet but hard as steel. The taste of him was almost salty but unique. His scent clung to his skin. Woodsy and clean, with a hint ofspice and remnants of leather and motor oil. It sounded odd, but I loved the combination.
My strokes increased in pace as I continued to bob my head, curling my tongue around his length, sucking, licking, and moaning because I couldn’t get enough of him. I pumped his shaft as I squeezed, and he began to piston his hips.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned.
“Good,” I managed to say with a mouth full of his dick.
“Where?” he growled, clenching his hand as if he fought to reach for me.
I pointed to my mouth, and he snarled, fisting my hair as he pulled me up and down on his length. His hips punched toward me. Once. Twice. Three times before, he shuddered. His cock pulsed between my lips before he spilled into my mouth, shooting down my throat as I eagerly swallowed.