Keeping Score

“Hunter’s been asleep for two hours.”

“I’ll carry him upstairs. Don’t move.”

I walked to the living room where the boy was curled under a blanket. The tree twinkled next to him. I lifted him into my arms and took the stairs two at a time. His eyes opened for a second when I lowered him to the bed. I pulled the covers up to his chin and he rolled on his side.

“Good night, son.” I kissed him on the head, turned off the light, and closed the door.

Forty

Julie

Hawk walked back into the bedroom and locked the door behind him. My emotions were twisted inside me.

I was still angry, but it was nestled inside relief. He had saved Hunter from a legal battle. He had kept him safe. He had fulfilled his promise to me.

“He’s out,” he reported.

I nodded. “He read until he fell asleep.”

I shivered as his glorious green eyes raked over my body. I got lost in the depths of them every time he looked at me that way.

“Come with me.” He offered me his hand.

“What are you doing?” I wasn’t ready to shed the resentment I had. He had hurt me. Whether intentional or not, it didn’t just go away.

“We’re getting in a hot shower together.?

? He turned the hot water knob and waited for the steam to rise. “And I’m going to wash your body.”

I cocked my head sideways. “I don’t know about that.”

His fingers fastened on the button on my blouse. “I’m going to take care of you always. Even when you’re angry. I promise you won’t walk out of that shower still mad at me.” He winked.

I didn’t know if it was the challenge. But I stepped out of my jeans and into the shower. He couldn’t seduce away the hurt feelings.

But I was wrong. So wrong.

Hawk climbed in after me. His massive shoulders taking up much of the space in the shower. He lathered soap in his hands and then placed them on my shoulders.

“Just relax,” he ordered, spinning me toward the wall.

I turned around giving him my back. His hands felt like magic as they worked their way down my spine and then back up across my shoulders, up my neck.

He dropped to his knees and continued rubbing the soap into my skin. My legs and feet have never been cleaned this well in their whole existence. I’m sure of it.

When he reached up to clean between my legs I inhaled sharply.

I whimpered a little as he ran his fingers along each side of my pussy lips and then pulled back to rub across my clit. My breathing became more erratic with each caress of his hand. I wished he would reach back just a little more and slide a finger inside of me or his cock.

Anything.

I squirmed back and forth causing him to chuckle.

“My little minx,” he growled, turning me around to face him. His mouth captured mine in a kiss so blistering hot I didn’t know how the walls didn’t go up in flames around us. When he pulled away he presses me back against the wall.

“Sit.” He ordered.

I didn’t hesitate. If there was one thing I had learned it was to listen to this man when he spoke. I sat on the bench built into the shower, and watched as he knelt before me. When he lowered his head between my legs I wanted to scream and cry. I wanted him.