“What do you need Maze?” The question was filled with emotion and heat and something else that made my nipples pebble as Oliver’s jacket fell open. “What the fuck did they do?”
I didn’t want him to worry because I didn’t want to keep remembering, not after tonight so I let Oliver’s jacket fall to the ground.
“Brendan Rhymer, sick fuck, cut my dress with a blade and then he had his minion shoot me up with something.”
“Probably heroin,” he grunted. “That’s how he fills those crack brothels. Get ’em hooked on heroin and force them to fuck all day and night to work off their never-ending debt.”
The anger in his eyes told me once again that whatever else he had to do for his family, Virgil Ashby was a good man.
“Are you okay? What do you need?”
“Just be near me. That helps. Otherwise I need a shower and a stiff drink, both of which I’ll hopefully have, and soon.”
He nodded and his gaze heated as he took in my black lace and then the ice pack. “Can you walk?”
“Probably, it’s starting to feel much better.”
Get undressed,” he growled and turned away, disappearing into the bathroom. A second later the shower started, and I smiled, peeling the clothes off my body, eager to wash the day away.
The en suite bathroom was magnificent, something out of one of those fancy architectural magazines Bonnie was always reading. The bathtub was oversized and took up one wall. On the right was an all glass shower with a waterfall showerhead, already half full of steam. I stepped inside right away and stood under the water, letting the hot hard spray wash away every speck of dirt I picked up from that nasty mattress. I opened my eyes to find Virgil standing on the other side of the glass, heat and worry darkening his gaze as he slowly stepped out of his clothes.
Good God, the man was beautiful, all hard and colorful. Stunning. He stepped inside the shower, his gaze never leaving mine, not even when we stood there chest to chest, with the water rushing over both of us.
All I could do was stare at those deep blue eyes as he reached for the fancy bottle of body wash his sister had brought me and rubbed the perfumed coconut liquid between his hands to form a big lather before those big, overheated hands roamed all over my body.
He soaped me up slowly, starting at my ankles and working his way up. The wait was agony as his big hands slid up my waist to cup my tits but just for a second before he moved up to my neck. My cheeks.
The only sound was our breathing and the shower spray as he worked up a good honey-scented lather on my hair, digging his fingertips into my scalp just the way I liked. A moan escaped, and I waited once again for him to touch me, for his cock to nudge my ass. But…nothing.
“Sit.” He growled the one-word command in my ear, making me shiver. I sat and Virgil sat behind me, my ass cradled between his thighs as water spilled over the both of us. One hand banded around my waist and the other slid down the wet flesh between my tits until two fingers found my clit. My pulsing pussy.
“Virgil.” The moan echoed inside the shower, and I felt his cock harden and lengthen against my back. Two fingers slid deep inside me while his thumb worked the button of my clit in glorious circles. He took my weight, the sound of his erotic grunts in my ear like a siren song which my orgasm barreled to the surface to hear. In and out, in and out, his fingers thrust into me slowly at first and then faster, following the sounds of my pleasure.
My orgasm when it finally did come was long and drawn out. Explosive. Virgil held me until the last twitch shook my body, letting his tongue slide up and down my neck to prolong my pleasure.
“I love the sounds you make when you come.”
A nervous laugh escaped as I leaned against Virgil, reaching behind me to grab his cock. “I really needed that. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He chuckled and smacked a kiss against my jaw before he stood and stepped out of the shower.
“It was my pleasure to do that for you, Maisie.”
Well, crap. “Thanks, but don’t think my acceptance will last forever.”
“Of course not,” he said, his lips twitched in amusement as he held up a fluffy towel for me. I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower and into the towel.
The air in the bedroom changed, my gaze eating up the sight of Virgil, the little droplets of water decorating his body. I knew by the set of his shoulders that my orgasm in the shower wasn’t the start of a good night. It was a brief interlude. “What?”