Relieved beca
use he couldn’t see the want in my eyes. People said the eyes were the windows to the soul, and well, there was no doubt he peered right into mine, seeing everything my body housed from everything from the world. “I didn’t see him, but I have no doubt in my mind that it was him. It was his handwriting, Godrick.”
His hands rubbed up and down my arms, every stroke making my nervous system come alive and buzz. “I believe you. I’m going to call Officer Cortez. You go take a nice hot bath. I’ll be in there in a second.”
“In…where?” A cough worked its way up my throat from my chest, hoping I misunderstood where he wanted to go with that.
“The tub,” he said it so nonchalantly as he typed the touchscreen on his phone.
I coughed again, trying to clear the awkward from my throat and pushed my hair from my face. “I can take a bath by myself.”
“I don’t doubt that.”
I glanced to my brother, who was reading the note on the counter. He had to be really uncomfortable overhearing this conversation. I stepped in front of Godrick, giving Logan my back. I kept my voice low. “Then you do not need to be in the bathroom with me. You can wait in the living room.”
“You are out of your mind if you think I’ll be in the living room while you are naked in a bathtub.”
“You aren’t allowed to see my naked body,” I whispered harshly and peeked over my shoulder to make sure Logan wasn’t listening in. He wasn’t. He was rummaging through the cabinets and took a bag of popcorn out of the lazy Susan. The wrapper crinkled, and the cellophane rubbing together was like nails on a chalkboard to me.
Godrick finally dragged his eyes away from his phone. “Not only am I allowed to, I will.” He brought his lips to my ear, and the soft tease his mouth tickled, but I had a feeling anything he did with my body wouldn’t make me giggle. Heat swirled in my lower belly and my clit awakened from the smallest touch, and it wasn’t even a real touch, it was more like an accidental caress with his lips.
Godrick Stoneridge didn’t do anything on accident though.
“Hmm, seems you like the idea too.”
“You are an infuriating man.”
“No, I’m not. You’re just infuriated with yourself for knowing that you want me to see your body. Maybe I’ll come all over it again. Would you want that?”
“Godrick!”
He let out a dark chuckle, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. “I love it when you fight me on things. I’m a patient man when it comes to certain things, and you test that patience.”
“Can you guys get a room?” Logan said as the popcorn popped in the microwave. “I hear your little heated whispers, and it’s kind of making me sick because I hear every other word, and you don’t want to hear the words I’ve heard. You just don’t. I’m ruined for the rest of my life.”
Beep, beep, beep. The signal of the microwave telling Logan the popcorn was done went off, and he pressed the button to open it, pulling the bag out by the tab. He hissed and cursed, dropping it because it was so hot. “Shit! Damn it, my fingers!”
“You heard the man. Go to take a nice hot bath. I’ll be in there soon.”
I laid my hand against my cheek, fighting to tell him off and not to give into him. It was a losing battle. The man didn’t fight fair; he fought to win. “Fine, but knock first before you come in.”
“We’ll see.”
“You’re impossible.” I stomped by him, steam coming from my ears with how much he irritated me. Maybe I didn’t like him at all; maybe he was just a really hot body that I couldn’t control myself around.
A loud smack sounded in the room, and I froze, my right butt-cheek tingling from his hand. I blinked, dumbfounded that he would just spank me. I waited for the anger, for my palm to whirl around and slap him across the face. Instead, I wanted him to do it again. My panties suddenly wet, I hurried away from him, embarrassed and needing relief.
I ran into my bedroom and shut the door but left it open a crack. My back hit the wall, and I gulped down some air and rubbed my butt. The skin burned. I had never been spanked before, not even while I was growing up, which was completely different. Getting spanked as a child meant children needed discipline, being spanked as an adult? That meant pleasure and punishment of a sexual nature unless the person was a sadist.
Shit. Was Godrick a sadist? A sliver of fear slithered inside me, and I remembered his hand wrapping around my neck. Was he just going easy on me? I lifted my shirt over my head, slid my pants off, and checked out my body in the full-size mirror. His handprint was on my ass. With a shaking hand, I rubbed the stinging flesh; the welting red ridges made my clit pulse. I slid my hand to my hip, down the crevice of my hip, and went to touch myself when I heard the sound of my brother’s voice ruining my lust.
“What did your cop friend say?” Logan’s deep voice boomed through the apartment from the kitchen.
The floor creaked as Godrick’s footsteps echoed. He was pacing. “Someone paid his bail.”
“What the fuck do you mean someone paid it! Who?”
“That’s something I need to look into. Does he come from a wealthy family?” Godrick asked, and his voice calmed me even when my mind raced with havoc. Brian was from a wealthy family. It was all old money. His parents didn’t work. They just lived off the millions of dollars handed down to them. Apparently, their great-great-great grandfather worked with oil or had an oil company back in the day.