Page 82 of Wrath

“He’s lucky to have you.” I reach my arm across the table and take his hand. “We’rebothlucky to have you.” I can see that my words mean a lot to him by the way his tired eyes lift up with his smile.

“I’m worried about Jenika though, she won’t leave her room. Just coming down here to hang out is too much for her. Polly was right both she and Anita need some professional help.” I know that he’s keeping them here with all the right intentions, but it’s not going to help either of them get over their trauma.

“Right now, here is the only place where either of them is safe. I promise you, we’re gonna find Cliff. Wrath will kill him, then we can get them the help they need to move on and be happy,” he assures me.

“And what about the Reapers?” I’m not gonna hide the fact I know about them.

“Wrath told ya?” He sounds surprised.

“I never want to be kept in the dark.”

“I’m not gonna pretend the Reapers ain’t a problem, but it ain’t nothin’ we can’t deal with. We stopped ‘em before, we’ll stop ‘em again. What I need you to do is listen to what we tell ya. If we know you’re safe we can focus on gettin’ shit dealt with.”

“I’m sure I can manage that.” I get up and kiss his cheek. “I should get back to entertaining our visitors.”

“Just keep doin’ what you're doin’, it’s appreciated. You may not be a therapist, but you're sure as hell good for them both.” He smiles up at me gratefully. “You're good for Wrath too,” he admits.

“Happy to help wherever I can.” I squeeze his shoulder before I head out the door.

“Are you nervous?” I almost jump outta my skin when Eden slides up behind me and joins me in the shower.

“Nervous about what?” I spin around and drag her under the water. Soaking her long, brown hair under the spray.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the huge tournament you're competing in later?” She smiles, taking the soap bar from the tray and lathering it up in her hands.

“Not at all,” I lie, watching her hands splay out over my chest as she cleanses my body. “Whatcha tryin’ to do, Eden?” I ask, knowing exactly what game she’s playing. I also know that this can’t lead anywhere, not now that I’m so close to the fight.

“Well, you told me you need to take some frustration into the ring in order to win…” She lowers her hands over my stomach and wraps one of them around my dick, and I have to reach over her head and steady my arm on the wall to keep me fuckin’ grounded.

“I can’t wait till this fight is over,” she whispers in my ear, sliding my cock through her palm, so delicately that it makes me wanna smash her against the tiles and slide it up inside her. Holding back has been a real challenge, my balls have never felt so fuckin’ heavy, and I swear when this fight is over she’s not gonna know what fuckin’ hit her.

“You really think teasin’ me is gonna help?” I look down and watch her slippery, soapsudded hand as it works me.

“I’m just doing what I can.” She shrugs, looking up at me through her lashes and playing innocent.

“When did you suddenly become okay with all this?” I gotta question her sudden change in opinion, up to now all she’s done is try to talk me outta the tournament.

“I figure there's no way I’m gonna change your mind, so the best I can do is support you.” She looks so sincere and I lean forward to kiss her because she really is the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Her life has fallen apart, she’s suffered so much, and yet she still wakes up each day and tries to make it better than the one before. She’s always going outta her way to help other people, and right now, despite being worried about how this tournament is gonna pan out, she wants me to know she’s got my back.

“You wanna use it and make yourself come?” I take my cock in my hand and trace the tip of it across her stomach, and when she rests her shoulders back against the wall and nods her head, I guide it lower and stroke it between her pussy lips. “I love the noises you make when you come,” I tell her, circling her clit with the head of my cock and coaxing a little moan from her. “I love the way your belly tenses up, and your thighs shake.” I kiss her again and slide myself over her sensitive flesh. “I love how warm and fuckin’ tight your pussy is. And I fuckin’ love that you belong to me.” I grip her hair and tug just enough to make her gasp.

“And I love how it feels when your cock’s inside me.” She stretches up on her tiptoes and balances her arms around my neck.

“I can’t, not this close to the fight, but once it’s over…”

She moans some more when I find her sweet spot and tap it with my cock.

“I’m holding you to that promise, Aaron Adams.” She can barely put her words together as my shaft slides between pussy lips. We’re both soaked wet, our bodies slipping against each other as the pleasure inside her starts to build. It would be so fuckin’ easy to push inside her and feel that perfect, tight pussy squeeze around me, but this is exactly what I need. I can use all this pent-up frustration as fuel.

“Aaron, I’m gonna come.” Her hands pull at my hair as she starts to thrust her hips against mine, desperate for more. I give my girl a little of what she needs, pressing my cock tight against her clit and feeling it pulse.

“That’s right, come for me.” I hold her steady and watch her let it all out. For these few moments her mind is free, she has nothing to worry about and no past that haunts her. I like that I can give her that. She sighs so sweetly as she starts to come down from her high and I grip her soaked-wet hair and kiss the hell outta her lips.

“Aaron,” she says breathlessly.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“You better fucking win that fight.” Her lips break into a smile that makes us both laugh.

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