Page 87 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“We will have to fix that, won’t we?” he croons.

He takes my lips in a searing kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and return the kiss this time. I moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

“One more thing,” I say as I pull away.

“Yes, my little killer.”

“You have to do another job with me. This time, you have to trust me as a partner.”

He searches my gaze for a bit. At first, I believe he’s going to say no. My anger begins to rise again.

“I leave for a hit in Greece in a few weeks. Something a little more intimate. Come with me. We will do it together.”

I nod and lift on my toes to kiss him again. I whimper when he breaks the kiss and steps back. Reaching for the bodywash he begins to wash my body and then allows me to wash his.

Once we are clean, he shuts the water off and steps out to grab a towel. He dries me off and wraps the towel around me, then wraps one around his waist.

I remove the cap and wrap from my hair and move to the mirror to oil my scalp and fix my locs. Michael brushes his teeth, then turns to lean his butt against the sink as he watches me.

“I remember when you first changed your hair. I thought it was pretty on you then. It is gorgeous on you now.”

“Thank you.”

“I remember once asking you why you changed your hair, but what made you choose that style?”

“It … I … I needed something I could manage on my own. Annabella never really knew how to care for my hair. Then there were the patches from my stimming.

“As a teenage girl, I started to think about my appearance more. It took a long time to decide on what to do, but I chose locs because, if needed, I could twist them to serve my stim.

“I’m just a lot more cognitive when I’ve placed the strands under too much tension. I thought the women in the photos who wore locs were pretty and fierce. It also tamed the mass of hair I had when it wasn’t damaged and ugly,” I say.

Michael moves to stand behind me. He gathers my hair and places it into the bun I keep it in for bed. He then kisses my shoulder and looks into my eyes through the mirror.

“There has never been anything ugly or damaged about you. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to take better care of you. I should have found someone to handle your hair and assist you with anything else you needed.

“If I could do it all over again, I would do so much differently. I would have given you so much more.”

I turn to face him. “You gave me everything I needed and so much more. You were my friend when I had none. You were a shoulder to cry on when life was so overwhelming and confusing. Michael, you have been my safe place. The reason I always want to do better.

“You are the reason I play music. The reason I breathe. The reason I always want to do my best.

“The reason I know I can do anything. I have always felt your love even before I knew it was romantic love. I will never regret the day the pretty boy with the blue eyes saved me and took me away from the bad man.”

Before I can finish pouring my heart out, he crushes his lips to mine and cups the back of my neck. The kiss quickly turns heated. He pulls my towel loose and it falls to the floor.

I cry out and toss my head back as he cups my breast and wraps his lips around my nipple. He has his fingers working inbetween my legs, driving me crazy. I claw my fingers through his damp hair and moan as he makes my body bloom for him.

“What do you want, Sim? What do you need from me?”

I think his words over before I deliver a clinical answer. I pause my reply as I think about how he loves to hear me talk dirty. I think of what I want and the most crass way I can say it.

“I need you to fuck me from behind. I want you to pin me down and fuck me,” I say.

Michael pauses in his movements. He pulls away from my breast to look up at me. I search his eyes to see if I’ve done something wrong.

“Did I say the wrong thing?”

“No, not at all. You just took me by surprise.”

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