Page 121 of Forbidden Harmony

“Why not?” she said.

“I can’t do anything for you,” he said.

“You don’t have to.”

“Not fair,” he muttered.

Jesus Christ, you idiot! Shut the fuckup!

“I want to do this,” she said beforepulling her hand free of his. “Let me help you, Simon.”

He relented when she said his name, lettinghis hands fall to his sides as she pulled the covers down to his knees.

“If you need me to stop, just say so.” Herwarm breath washed over his cock and despite the dragon spewing fire in his brain,his cock twitched. Christ, was she going to blow him? At this point, he wouldbe happy with a hand job. Giving him a damn blowjob was really going above andbeyond the –

Her warm mouth slid over his cock and hegroaned. His hips arched automatically, and he made another low groan of painas the movement sent bolts of agony through his head. She stopped immediatelyand massaged his thick thighs.

“Simon, can you do this?”

“Yes,” he whispered without opening hiseyes. “Please try. It’ll help if I come.”

She took his cock into her mouth again,sucking him firmly until he was hard and throbbing despite the agony in his brain.She didn’t waste time teasing or tormenting. She set a firm and steady paceof sucking, her hand squeezing and stroking the base. He gave in to thesensation completely. He wanted to come – fuck, he needed to come – and he wasn’teven embarrassed when his body shuddered, and he climaxed after only a fewminutes. She swallowed his seed and licked him clean before sitting up on the sideof the bed.

“Turn over,” she said.

He turned onto his stomach. His head wasstill pounding but the rush of endorphins from his orgasm had helped to dull itto a more manageable pain. He groaned when her soft but surprisingly stronghands kneaded his tense upper back muscles and shoulders.

“Any better?”

“A little,” he groaned.

“Good. Try and relax, Simon.”

He would never relax. The orgasm had helped,he no longer felt like his head was going to simply shatter apart at theslightest touch, but it still hurt like motherfucking hell. Still, her rubbingand massaging was really helping. It was impossible to stay tense with herhands rubbing out every knot in his shoulders and neck.

“Feels good, Sunshine,” he mumbled.

“I’m glad. Go to sleep, honey.”

“Yeah, sleep.” He made a soft snortingsound and drifted.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Addison studied Preacher in the dim light.His face was pale and sweaty and even in sleep, the pain was still etched into it.She used the cool cloth to wipe his upper back and neck before pulling thesheets up to his waist.

His clothes were lying on the floor and shepicked them up and carried them to the dresser. She was just about to drapethem over the dresser when his jeans vibrated. She fished in his pocket andpulled out his cell phone. The screen was lit up with two missed calls fromGideon and a flurry of texts.

Where are you?

Call me, for God’s sake.

If you stayed at home, then call me andlet me know.

She nearly dropped his phone when itvibrated in her hand. Gideon was calling again, and she hurried out of thebedroom before answering it.

“Hi Gideon, it’s Addie.”

“Addie? Where’s Preacher?” Gideon asked.

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