Skirt Steak (Grade-A Beefcakes 5)

There, with the hot water raining down on her, her head leaning on her bent knees, she cried. Her dark hair clung to her back. My heart wrenched at the sight.

“Sweetness,” I said, scooping her up and settling on the bench seat with her in my lap.

She cried against my chest as I stroked my hand up and down her bare, wet back. My dick stirred by her hip, but I ignored it.

“What am I going to do?” she said, her words all gaspy and snuffly from her tears. “Dr. Metzger’s going to fire me for this.”

“You didn’t break into her office,” I countered.

“Tommy did. I can’t be trusted because of him.”

She was partially right. The doctor did have a moral obligation to offer a safe and trusting place for her patients. But she also had a moral obligation to recognize Jill was not Tommy, nor was she responsible for his actions.

I told Jill that.

“He’s my brother,” she replied.

I gave her a slight squeeze. “Tommy is twenty years old. A man. Should he be responsible for your actions?”

“Of course not,” she replied right away.

“What about me? You think I should be worried about being with you?”

She shifted so she could look up at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but the tears had stopped. “You should. You’re the DA. Shouldn’t you be worried?”

“If anyone has issue with the woman in my life, that’s their problem, not mine. They can go fuck themselves.”

That made her smile.

“There’s my girl.” I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. “Let’s get you all washed up, then you can have that snack I made for you and a nap.”

“I’m not a little girl,” she grumbled, but without any real oomph behind it.

I looked down her body, took in the soft swells of her breasts with their plump pink tips, the curve of her hips, the fullness of her ass against my thighs. I remembered every single thing we did together over the weekend, thought of all the ways I’d yet to have her. “No, you’re not. And I’m seeing after my woman, not treating you like a child.”

I stood easily with her in my arms until we were back under the spray. I lowered her feet to the tile and grabbed the soap from the built-in shelf. I began to lather her soft skin and paid special attention to her breasts. While ample, they were so small in my big hands. Soft where I was hard. Smooth where I was rough. Gorgeous. Every single inch of her. “See, I’m not treating you like a child at all.”

Her hands settled on my chest and she looked up at me. I saw heat, eagerness. Surprise, as if I was able to arouse her, even after being so upset. With my touch, I could make her forget, at least for a little while. That was the goal. There was nothing we could do until we heard from Liam. I’d give her so much pleasure she couldn’t remember her own name.

My dick was fully hard now and pointed straight at her belly and when she looked down, she slid her hand around the base. Oh fuck, that felt good. My hips thrust on their own toward her, ready to sink into her tight pussy.

Quickly, before I forgot my own name or came in thick spurts all over her belly, I took hold of her wrist and moved it away. “This is all about you, sweetness. Turn around,” I murmured and she did so without comment.

Shit, her ass was gorgeous, all heart-shaped and I wanted to grab hold. So I did, then rubbed my hands along the full curves, ensuring every inch of it was clean.

“Porter.” My name was soft and breathless, no longer weepy.

“What, sweetness?”

“I like when you take a shower with me.”

One hand reached around her small body and cupped a breast, the other slid between her thighs, covering every nook and cranny with soap, but careful to rinse it all off before I slipped a finger into her.

“I like taking a shower with you, too.” She was hot and wet and she clenched down.

“Porter!” she repeated as the palm of my hand pressed against her clit.

Leaning forward, I nipped the spot where her shoulder met her neck. My dick was nestled against her back.