Page 146 of Beautifully Wounded

Hurrying to my side, my Angel lowers down, her expression pinched, but determination in her eyes as she assesses me.

Fuck. I think we have Nurse Abbey here right now.

My cock twitches.

Seriously, I’ve just had my arse handed to me and my cock thinks it’s time to wake the fuck up?

Behind me, JD quickly unties my wrists and helps me to stand as Abbey slips an arm around me on one side before JD joins in on the other.

“Come on, you old fucker. Let’s get you to your room.”

I snicker at JD, but Abbey doesn’t join in, her focus on each step we take further from the crowd and closer to privacy.

“Shower,” I mutter as we squeeze in through the door, and they assist me into the shitty little bathroom.

“I can take it from here,” Abbey insists, her eyes trained on my best mate, her stare fierce.

Fuck, I love her like this.

“Okay, I hear you loud and clear. It’s fuck time.” JD slaps my shoulder and leaves, while Abbey rolls her eyes at him.

As soon as the partying out in the courtyard quietens with the click of the door, I try to pull away from Abbey.

“I can shower myself, Angel.”

“No. I’ve got you.”

Huh. She’s a stubborn little thing.

“Fine. Help me out of my jeans, then.”

She nods quickly, and even though I am perfectly fucking capable of undoing my pants and peeling them off, I fucking let her at it.

Her cheeks turn red as she hurries to pop the button and then eases down the zipper, those big doe eyes shooting up to mine every few seconds, and then she helps me shuffle the fabric down over my hips.

Shifting quickly to her knees, she concentrates on getting my shit kickers and socks off, too sidetracked to realise my heavy cock is swaying near her head.

But fuck. Then she looks up, those innocent eyes locking with mine, before they widen and she can’t help but steer her gaze to my growing cock.

Hey. I can’t fucking help it. She’s on her knees, looking up at me all fucking submissive, and all I want to do is demand she take me in her mouth.

Fuuuck I want that so bad.

But I can’t. She’s not ready.

“Sorry,” I mutter, biting back a smile.

“What for?” she asks, returning her heated gaze to mine, even while her huskier than normal voice gives her away.

I gesture my head to my cock, now bobbing out in front of me.

“I can’t help it. Seeing you down there looking up at me… well, you get it.”

Her big eyes widen, her gaze shifting back to my cock now at her eye level, which is when her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

Fuuuck.

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