I gulp, shame coursing through me as my eyes dart to the floor.
“Eyes up,” he demands, and yep, you guessed it, my eyes shoot straight back to his. “Answer me, Angel.”
“It was when you were… ummm… going in. It, like, stung and then…”
He nods. “The pain of it took you back. What was happening in your memory?”
“I was being held to a bench seat. Daniel and Craig on each arm, and Donny he was…” I can’t help it, my gaze drops to the floor again. “Donny was penetrating me.”
The last bit is a whisper, but given the way his fists ball at his sides, I know he heard me.
“Right, so you were in a similar position then. Just without being held down. But it was the pain that took you to that memory, so I’m guessing he was being rough?”
I nod, still not willing to look him in the eyes right now.
“He was hard, and the lube he put… you know between my legs… wasn’t enough. I felt myself splitting and…” I shake my head, nausea starting to roll my stomach.
“Besides the fact that you would have been tense and not enjoying a second of what they were doing, the splitting part… Angel… I need to know. Was he big?”
Blowing out a shuddering breath, I nod, staring at Ringo’s feet.
There’s a dusting of dark hair on top of his feet and toes. I used to think stuff like that was gross, but now, on Ringo, I love it. I wonder what it would feel like?
“Abbey.” My name falling from his lips has my attention snapping up to his. “Let’s try this a different way.”
Gesturing to the armchair, he takes my hand and leads me over, before he sits and urges me to straddle him.
Even though I’m trembling, just having him touch me has me starting to relax despite the fact that straddling him opens me right up.
Reaching out, Ringo brushes my hair behind my ear, his gaze dropping between us as mine follows.
“You have the most beautiful tits,” he rasps, and I giggle a little, my grin scaring away my frown.
“Are you a tit man?” I ask and he nods, not an ounce of shame in his eyes as they lock with mine.
“When it comes to you, hell yes. But also, everything about you has me thirsty for you, Angel. I’m not just a tit man. I’m anAbbeyman.”
Shaking my head, I can’t hold back my grin.
“I’m a Ringo woman.”
“You’re my wife,” he reminds me with a pleased smile. “So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to work you up again, make sure you’re slick and ready, and then, you will be the one to fuck me.”
“What?” My brows shoot high.
“You can be in control, Angel. Just like that night at the Western when I gave you my hand. Tonight, I’ll give you my cock, and you will take what you need.”
Oh…
Why ishe so patient with me? So accommodating for my trauma?
“Will it still feel good for you?”
His grin spreads wide. “Fucking oath it will, Angel. I’ll be inside you. That’s all that I want. You take the reins and ride me.”
My cheeks flush even as I nod, and the feel of his big palms grazing down my back, stopping at the globes of my butt, has sparks of electricity zapping in their path.
“Fuck, Angel. I love having you like this. Completely naked. Letting me see all of you.”