Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I worried that whatever he had, I would end up getting it too, but so far, that hadn’t been the case. But I knew if I did, Crow would take care of me the way I’d done with him.
I rolled over in bed to snuggle close to him. Crow was lying on his side, eyes open, watching me.
“What?” I asked. I couldn’t help smiling. Being the object of his interest filled me with joy.
“Your shoulder?” He cocked a brow.
“It feels much better.” I’d taken the sling off two days ago and had started using my arm just a bit. That could have gone worse than it had too. Crow and I had been very lucky.
“I want to feed you today,” he said.
“Okay.” The seriousness of his tone told me this was extremely important to him.
“I want to be to you what you’ve been to me the past few weeks.”
A wave of gooseflesh ran down my body. “We can do that.”
“Come.” Crow got out of bed and stood. He was naked, no morning wood, or it had already gone down. I loved it when he was hard, of course, but I also loved seeing him like this, his dick flaccid, hanging between his legs. Sometimes it felt more intimate than anything else.
He held his hand out for me, and I took it, let Crow lead me to the bathroom. He started the shower, signaling for me to go inside.
Well, it wasn’t as if I was going to argue with him.
I stepped in, followed by Crow, who grabbed the soap and immediately started washing me. I savored the feel of his larger hands against my body. Crow touching me, loving me was always my favorite place to be.
My dick hardened as he soaped up my cock and balls, then reached around, running the washcloth between my ass cheeks. I waited for him to get me off, to touch me again and again until I painted the walls with my cum, but instead, he just rinsed me off and then started in on my hair.
“Crow,” I begged.
“Be good,” he ordered, and damn if that didn’t make me flush with heat.
He was very good, much better than I expected, as he continued to pamper me. He didn’t let me wash him, even when I pouted and begged.
After our shower, Crow brought me jeans and a sweatshirt, which made me frown. “I don’t know if you should go outside yet. I don’t want—”
“I’m fine,” he cut me off.
“Crow—”
“I want to show you something, little lamb. We won’t be outside for long.”
I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I liked it, but then when he smiled, my heart ran like crazy. “What?”
“You… I…have never been loved like this. I know my mom did, but I didn’t feel it daily. Not the way I do with you.”
Oh…oh. “Jesus, Crow. I’ll love you like this every day for the rest of your life.”
The corners of his mouth turned down, eyes softening in a way that almost looked sad. “You deserve more, but you’re mine, so I’ll keep you as long as you let me.”
Keep me. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe it was wrong or unhealthy, but I wanted to be kept by Crow. I always wanted to be his.
“Always.”
He nodded, and we got dressed. I sat on my stool while Crow brought me water and my pills, then cooked breakfast. When the bacon and eggs were done, he made one large plate, then took it and a glass of orange juice to the couch.
This was…different. Ever since we’d made my chair and stool, we always ate at the table or the bar. But I followed because I would follow him anywhere.
“Kneel for me, little lamb.” Crow signaled to the floor, his voice deeper than usual.
I shook as I knelt between his thighs the way I usually did when I kept his cock in my mouth. Crow used his fingers to break off a piece of bacon, and then…then he held it out for me.
“You fed me…now I will feed you.”
My stomach got light and fluttery, my chest so full, I worried it would rip apart. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind, but I wanted it, wanted this gentle care Crow offered so easily.
I opened my mouth, and he placed the bite of bacon inside.
Crow watched me chew with fire in his eyes, with possessiveness that maybe should have scared me but didn’t. When I finished, he scooped eggs onto the spoon, then fed those to me too.
“You like this,” he noted.
“I do.”
“Me too,” Crow added.
He fed me a bite of each again before taking one for himself, then back and forth until the food was gone. The entire time, there was a calmness in me, a peacefulness, no, a tranquility I’d never known but wanted to hold on to. My whole life, I’d felt this storm inside me—life with my mom, my own drug addiction. I’d never known what it was like to feel tranquil until him.