Page 24 of Bad Boy
“O-okay.” With fumbling, shaking fingers, I undo the buttons on my now-pink school dress shirt. I slip it off, letting Remi take it from my grasp and toss it to the floor.
He reaches out slowly, as if he’s afraid he’ll spook a wild animal, and grazes his fingertips near some of the scrapes on my stomach. My abs twitch under his touch, and even though I’m in pain, my dick can still appreciate the soft caress. I close my eyes and swallow thickly as I start to harden. I keep them squeezed shut until his touch disappears.
“The water’s lukewarm. It’ll still hurt, but you don’t want it too hot. You need to get those cuts and scrapes cleaned out. You’re covered in dirt and strawberry milk.” His sharp jaw clenches, and I know he’s angry at what happened. Even though we just met yesterday, it’s clear he’s a fiercely loyal person—maybe to his detriment.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
“I’m gonna leave the door cracked open. Holler if you need me. Maybe leave your underwear on just in case,” he says, eyeing me like he doesn’t think I’ll be able to shower on my own.
Then he slips out of the bathroom, and I slip out of my pantsandboxers. Not even thinking about what he said or what I did.
At all.
In one ear and out the other.
I decide to just rip the Band-Aid off and step right into the water flow.
“Son of a—!”I shout, stopping before the actual curse word leaves my lips.
Remi bursts in, and I immediately cover my junk, stumbling backward out of the spray of water until my back bumps into the cold tile. Goosebumps erupt across my entire body, and I shiver.
It’s a walk-in shower.
Goodness, gracious.
Thereisno door.
Remi just stands there, stunned. As if he didn’t realize I’d actually be naked when he rushed in here. It’s my fault, though. I screamed—literally screamed.
“Remi,” I whisper over the water splashing against the tile floor between us.
He clears his throat and glances off to the side, speaking roughly. “Linc. . . I heard you shout. And I just wanted to make sure. . .” He runs his hand through his messy dark hair. “I didn’t think you’d benaked, Preppy.Fuck—”
“It hurts,” I interrupt, whimpering pitifully, still huddled in the corner away from the water. I know I’m being a baby, but I’ve never been good with pain.
He sighs. “I know it does, but you gotta do it. I’ll wait out here, away from the shower, so I can’t see you. But you need to wash those cuts out.”
“Okay,” I agree, stepping back into the warm spray on the gentlest pressure setting.
“It stings!” I cry out as the water runs over me, not soothing in the slightest.
“Okay, I’m coming in.”
I don’t even care at this point. I drop my hands from my junk and let the water drip down my face and lips as I breathe heavily for entirely different reasons.
Remi undresses in front of me, leaving his gray boxer briefs on. I glance down and gulp, my stomach tightening with arousal. They’re already clinging toeverything, and he’s not even wet yet.
The tattoos decorating his body accentuate every sculpted muscle, and the koi fish on his bicep are especially beautiful. I can’t help but let my eyes wander all over him. It’s not my fault they end up lingering on his impressive bulge like an absolute creep.
Unlike me, Remi’s a gentleman and doesn’t look down. Instead, he takes the body wash and squeezes some onto a washcloth, lightly rubbing it against my abraded skin.
I suck in a sharp breath, biting my lip to keep from crying outagain. The soap burns, and the fabric is rough.
Remi frees the tender flesh with his thumb. “Stop that. You’re hurt enough.”
“The washcloth hurts—” I complain. He stills, then tosses the offending item to the corner with a wet plop.
Remi squirts some body wash into his hand and looks me in the eye, waiting for my answer. I nod, knowing my face is crimson.
