Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“He will,” I confirmed.
Lynn sighed and stripped off the rest of his clothes, only stopping to empty his pockets once he was done and then walking into the shower I’d turned on for him.
When we were both in the shower, I started to wash him clean, focusing on the dried blood on his back as he washed his hair.
The water that hit the white tiled floor was tinged red for the first couple of minutes as we got him clean.
“Fuck, I’m sore as hell,” Lynn grumbled.
I put the soap on the shower caddy and then wrapped my arms around him from behind.
A boom of thunder shook the entire house again, and he wrapped his arm around me from behind and pulled me even closer.
“I love you, Six.”
His words had my heart stuttering in my chest.
“What?” I asked, unsure whether I’d heard him correctly or not.
I mean, the shower was pretty loud with its large amount of shower heads.
“I love you.” He repeated what I’d thought I’d heard. “I was thinking, when that guy hit me, that I didn’t get to tell you. My life is never certain,” he turned and pulled me into his chest, tangling his hands in my hair before saying, “I don’t live an easy life. In fact, it’s pretty fuckin’ bad. There’s no guarantee that I’ll even make it to tomorrow.”
I blinked.
“I’m probably a bad bet. I’ll piss you off and make you mad. Make you question why you ever came into my life in the first place. But I swear to God, I’ll make you happy. I promise, I’ll never go to bed without making sure you’re happy.” His eyes were so intense that there was no way in hell I wouldn’t believe him.
“I love you, too,” I admitted. “Even though we’ve only been with each other for a short while, there’s no denying how you make me feel. You accept my weirdness. You don’t complain when I start randomly singing Christmas songs. And even better, you saw through my dad’s lies and made sure he couldn’t hurt me.”
“You’re not upset about your dad?” he asked, his hand smoothing down my back to pull me closer into his body.
“I’m upset that he didn’t think to put me first,” I admitted. “I’m upset that he thought that he’d get away with this shit. I’m even madder because the asshole probably hurt a lot of kids, and I didn’t even know it. He was in a position of power, and he should’ve utilized it for good. Not for evil. So no, I’m not mad that he’s probably going to die. I just wish that we could’ve gotten some information out of him that could’ve saved some kids in the process.”
He pulled me in tight, leaning his head on the top of mine.
“We won’t rest until we have this section cleaned up,” he promised me. “I’ll make sure that it’s safe here.”
I smoothed my hands up his sides and pressed my head back, allowing the water from the rain showerhead above my body to fall over my hair.
He got some shampoo and squirted it on my head. It was too much, but I didn’t complain because he took his time working it into my scalp, massaging me and working out the tension one luxurious swipe at a time.
His erection didn’t go unnoticed, either.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” I asked softly, not parting my eyelids for fear that his copious amount of shampoo would leak into my eyes.
“Yes, I’m okay,” he promised.
His voice sounded like he was, but I had the feeling that he’d been shaken.
Not by being hit, but by the knowledge that there was more to this entire thing than met the eye.
“I’ll have to play the grieving daughter,” I found myself saying. “People are going to be worried and sad. And they’re going to expect me to be sad, too.”
“Lean your head back,” he ordered.
I did, and the water started to run into my well-lathered hair.
His nimble fingers worked through my tangled locks, slowly rinsing the soap from my hair then applying my leave in conditioner.
The rest of the shower we didn’t speak.
He helped get all of the excess conditioner out of my hair, and I helped wash his wound really well. By the time we were through, I could tell that he was dragging.
When we got out, he handed me a fluffy towel off the heated rack—where the hell had that been all my life?—and we dried off.
When I was bent over, working on getting my legs dried, I felt his hands on my hips and his cock nudge at my entrance.
I froze mid-leg and waited to see what he would do.
He didn’t disappoint.
After prodding me with his cockhead and finding me wet, he slowly started to ease inside, one delicious inch at a time.
I had to will my body to ease around him, to allow him entrance.