Page 43 of Burned
We both came to the realization quickly that she was not able to undress or dress herself without the threat of fallin’ over. It took some convincing, but eventually, she let me help her out of her dirty clothes and into the bath. And I know she’s stuck in that thing now until I get in there to help her out.
Swallowing hard, because my cock is already solid as stone, I stand up and slip inside. I don’t want to let any of the heat out, but goddamn, she’s steamed it up in here. Her hair has faded a bit since the first time I saw her, and while she looks beautiful no matter what, I do find myself missing that bright peachy color.
“No peeking.” She crosses her arms over her breasts, but all it does is push them together. My dick twitches.
“Too late.”
She groans. I bite back laughter, trying not to push all of her buttons, but the girl makes it too damn easy. So I grab a towel off the counter and lay it over the tub. Grabbing her gently under her arms, I help her stand up on her good foot. The water sloshes out onto the floor, and she looks like it pains her to make a mess. But I don’t care. All I care about is getting her wrapped up and warm.
“Alright, careful steppin’ out.”
It takes a good chunk of time, but eventually, she’s in an oversized T-shirt, some shorts that are way too tight on that perfect ass, and no bra. I want to see her like this every night. I want to be lying in bed waiting for her to walk out of that bathroom and ride my cock every goddamn night.
“Alright, I need to wrap my ankle up again,” she says, limping toward my bedroom door. But I don’t let her get there. I swoop her up and plant her ass on my bed. Sure, I had the guest room made up for her, but I’m not that strong. I thought I was, but I’m not. She’s going to be in my house, she’s going to be sleepin’ with me. I’ll figure out the kids later.
“What’re you doing?” She tries to slide off the bed, but I block her way.
“I’m puttin’ you to bed, poppyseed. Now, lie back and let me wrap that ankle so you can get some sleep.”
“I amnotsleeping in your bed.”
I grunt, knowing it’s secretly her favorite part about me, and just stand there. I know I’ll win this little fight because she can’t get up and run away this time. Is that unfair? Maybe, but I can’t bring myself to care. I tell myself I just need her in here in case she needs something in the middle of the night. I can keep a better eye on her here.
“Rhett.” She sighs. “I’m too high on pain pills to fight with you. So I am going to let you wrap my ankle, and I’m going to let you make me sleep in this bed. But no funny business.” She points a mean finger in my direction.
I just roll my eyes and wait for her to lean back before going to hunt down the extra wraps the doctor sent her home with. She kept her hurt arm out of the water for tonight, so we can check the stitches and clean them in the morning. I’m about to tell her as much when I get back to my room, but she’s fast asleep.
I don’t want to let her go the night without having her ankle wrapped, so I carefully sit at the foot of the bed and slowly wrap the stretchy brown fabric around her bruised ankle and down to her swollen foot. Her toes are still painted a bright pink, and it’s a strange contrast to the yellow and purple bloomin’ on her skin.
“You’re being nice to me,” she whispers, still half-asleep. Her eyes are shut.
“Mhm,” I hum. “Don’t get used to it.”
A little smile graces her pretty lips, and then they part on the loudest fucking snore I have ever heard in my dang life. I don’t even think Hayes snores that loud when he’s drunk. Shit, she may wake my damn kids.
Biting back laughter and hoping I have earplugs somewhere in this house, I pin off the wrap and carefully tuck her under the covers. She rolls to the side and throws an arm across my pillow. It reminds me of how she slept half on my body after the other night. I got to fall asleep and wake up to the sweet scent of her shampoo.
I lean over and kiss her forehead.
“Good night, Poppy.”
Rhett’sbeard scratches against my skin as he slides down my body, kissing all the parts of me that I’m most self-conscious about. He spreads my legs, carefully making sure that my ankle remains in a comfortable position, and then slowly licks me through my slit.
I moan and relax into the bed as he works me over, leisurely licking and sucking. It’s like he’s just down there to enjoy himself, not rushing to get me to finish. He’s building the pleasure, pulling away when I get too close and driving me mad each time he does it.
And then the tip of his finger teases my entrance before slowly slipping inside. My hips rise off the bed and try to get more. I’m greedy. I want it all.
“Rhett.” God, I love moaning his name. It urges him on, making him give me what I want.
“That’s it, baby. I love hearing you moan my name.”
I jolt awake and find him grinning up at me from between my thighs. And then he makes an obscene show of licking through my folds before taking my clit into his mouth and sucking hard.
“What’re you doing?” I whisper-yell, knowing the kids could walk in at any moment. I glance toward the door and then back at him, fighting the growing urge to come. Christ, he’s good with his mouth.
“What does it feel like I’m doing? The door is locked, don’t worry,” he murmurs against my skin. “Lie back and let me make you feel good.”
I do as he says because worrying about what we are or if his kids are going to start pounding on that door is too much for this early in the morning. One more orgasm, and then no more of this until we talk.