Page 12 of Jon's Helter Skelter Cold Case

“I know you give me the credit for turning your life around, but I’ve never fully agreed with you there. It’s your own lovable nature that draws people to you. AndthatI can’t take credit for.” He looked me dead in the eye. “The two you saved will not look at you in fear.”

A startled breath escaped my throat. I genuinely hadn’t realized what was making me jittery until he said it. Then it was all too obvious. “Is that what this is? My fear of being rejected by them?”

“From what I can see.”

I didn’t doubt his eyes. I shook my head at myself. “My rational mind is scoffing at the idea. Why are fears so irrational? You’re right, those two would never be afraid of me. We survived too much together for that to happen.”

He smiled and hugged me tightly around my waist. “You’re loved, Donovan. Always. The next time such fear pops its head up, stare it back down.”

“Yeah.” I hugged him back, letting my head rest on his for a moment, soaking in the comfort and reassurance. “I’ll do that.”

Those clear blue eyes looked up at me and then Jon nodded like he’d made a decision. “Come on. You need an outlet.”

I had no idea what he meant but was game to follow. Let’s face it, there were very few places I wouldn’t follow Jon, including Hell itself.

He took my hand and drew me inside, then straight up the stairs and into our bathroom. Still had no idea what he was doing until he turned the shower on, warming up the water.

Oh. Sexy shower time? I was down. Honestly, being touched sounded like the best way to release some emotional overload. And the reassurance he could give me was something I craved right now.

He grabbed the hem of my shirt, tugging it upward, and I eagerly helped him shuck off clothes. The second his own shirt was off, I dove into a kiss, Jon kissing back. I could feel his smile, knew he was happy his plan was working.

Finally, all those pesky clothes were off, tossed carelessly onto the floor. I seized his bare hips and walked him backward into the shower, unable to stop kissing him. Unwilling to, either.

I backed him right into the tile, barely remembering to close the door behind us. Hot water hit our skin, splashing in all directions, and it soothed me. Settled me in a way I didn’t expect or understand. Every time I’d gotten into the shower with Jon, only love and comfort had come out of it. Maybe that was what my body remembered and responded to.

His hands roamed over my back, my chest, trailing down until he gave my ass a loving squeeze. It felt good, of course it did, and I responded in kind. I trailed hot kisses over his cheek, jaw, moving down to his neck. I knew exactly where to touch to get the best reactions from him.

A hot hand wrapped around my dick and smoothed over it, stroking. It felt insanely good and I groaned. I absolutely had to return the favor. I dropped my hand to his cock and started teasing him up to full hardness.

Jon seemed to take this as a challenge—he moved his other hand to my balls, massaging them, and damn, that felt amazing. I was thoroughly enjoying the attention. I knew how to make it even better, too.

Shifting my stance a little for balance, I grabbed him by the back of his thighs and lifted him up so his back was braced against the tiles but our dicks were aligned. He put his hands around both our cocks, caging them together.

I started shallowly thrusting, rubbing up against him. It felt incredible. Absolutely incredible. Pleasure spread through my body in gentle pulses, growing hotter with each thrust.

Jon let his head drop back against the tile, panting, clearly lost in pleasure. I loved seeing him like this. Loved knowing I could make him feel so good his brain switched off. It was empowering.

Tension built in my groin. I knew I was getting closer and closer to climaxing and wanted to make sure he was in the same state.

“You going to come soon, babe?”

He gave a jerky nod. “Soon. I-I need—”

I knew what he needed. I thrust up into him, harder, sparking firmer contact, and that was all Jon needed. He came with a hoarse shout, thighs trembling in my hands.

My thrusts became jerky—unable to stabilize myself under my frantic need for a climax—and I groaned against his shoulder as I came all over his stomach.

A warm lassitude swept through me, and I gently set him on his feet but kept him close. Frankly, I wasn’t sure who was supporting who, with both of us leaning against each other. Itwas a touch too hot, between our overheated bodies and the hot water, but I was loath to move and break the moment.

Against my neck he murmured, “You feel better.”

Of course he could tell. I responded anyway. “I do. Not as overwhelmed. You can always use sex to calm me down, by the way. A-plus method.”

Jon snickered, snugging me in a little closer via his arm around my waist. “Noted. Honey, you don’t have to contact them if you don’t want to. You know that, right?”

“I do, but I want to see them. The memory of everything that happened just came rushing back, is all. It was a bit much all at once.”

“Ahh. That’s understandable. Why don’t you sleep on it tonight? Contact them when you feel ready to.”

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