Page 74 of Frayed Owner

Plus, I had the land.

I had alotof land. That vacation estate was over fifty acres

“Thank you for the gift you’re giving me by handling that,” I told him. “And for asking first.” I gestured between us as we set our stuff down in my room. “This is the relationship I want. Feeling safe with you—and to talk to you—and that you won’t go behind my back or manipulate me.”

“Me too, little sexy,” he whispered before pulling me against him. “Me too, Bev.” He kissed me desperately and then set me on the dresser in my dorm room this time. He reached into his bag and pulled out a wand massager vibe. “This way I can touch you when you’re not sure your comfort level. It’s got twenty-eight different vibration settings.

“And I realized I wanted to see you finish with each one—find out which you like. Then there’s different power levels and another twenty pulse modes.” He kissed me. “I want to see you experience it all, Bev. Let me please you. Spread your legs a bit and let me touch you this way.”

I nodded and did what he said, taking off my shirt as well so he saw my breasts. He was happy I did.

Duh.

“Well, we can skip super low because you’ve played before,” he muttered as he turned it up and then slipped it in my pants. “Yeah?”

I ducked my head against his chest. “You can’t watch me so intently. It’s embarrassing and then I won’t be able—” I gasped when he changed the vibration pattern. I reached for his shorts, but he moved his hips away.

“No, this is just you. I want—this is so fucking sexy and I’m so enthralled that you’re letting me that I don’t want to miss a second or be distracted,” he muttered in my ear. “Yeah, you like this.”

“I like this,” I confirmed even if not really a question.

And then I finished way too fast. Everything was already sensitive and the way he was so into it… I came so hard that I was fisting his shirt like I would fall otherwise.

Then again, it was on the damn dresser.

“What should we try next?” he chuckled as he moved the toy away.

I swallowed loudly. “How about a shower together even if might be a bit cramped?”

“Fuuuuuuck,” he deeply groaned, kissing my neck. “Your shower here isn’t big enough to do it safely. I’m too—I want to. I so want to, but…”

I flinched. “You’ve done it.”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, and I wasn’t as built as I am now, about ten or fifteen pounds less of muscle, and—she could have really gotten hurt and it…”

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, realizing it was a real worry for him.

“No, I am. I know you were willing to give me something big for your first time, but I can’t ever risk you, Bev. Magic can only heal so much sometimes.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” I comforted.

“It wasn’t,” he agreed. “She got shy and went to cover up, but I thought she was reaching for something and—I caught her. She didn’t get hurt. Luckily. I just—her head would have landed on the metal for the doors, and—it’s not worth it unless a shower meant for two people.”

I gave him a soft kiss. “I’m glad you told me. I won’t do it with anyone else until my bathroom at home is renovated. I want to be safe too.”

“Because you’re smart,” he praised. “Sorry, I ruined the mood.”

I felt his disappointment and gave him a soft kiss. “Want to be a perv and just watch me shower?”

He blinked at me for a full minute. “Yes, yes, I do. Yes, please. All forms of yes. I think I just came.”

I laughed. I laughed so hard that I did actually start to fall off the dresser, but he caught me and kept me safe.

Winter always would.

I didn’t take a long shower because it was… I wasn’t as wild as I tried to be sometimes, but I also kinda loved that I wanted to embrace it.

Winter shocked me by offering to let me watch him shower next.

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