Page 27 of Wicked Lies Grow Wildflowers
“Yeah, you go first,” she offers.
“Oh no, you’re coming with me. Let me get it started.” I turn on the shower and make sure the water is warm before going back to Maeren’s room. I grab her hand and pull heralong behind me, ushering her into the stream of water before stepping in after her.
I scan the bottles and find the shampoo. “Tilt your head back for me.” I lather her hair and massage her scalp as she relaxes against me. I trail a couple kisses along the side of her jaw before rinsing the soap out and repeating with conditioner. She sighs and closes her eyes as I work.
“No one’s ever done this for me before,” she says quietly. “It’s nice.”
“I’ve never done it for anyone before, but It’s the least I could do after the night we had.”
I lather her loofah and wash her head to toe, making sure I take extra time on her breasts. I graze my fingers over her nipples and back her against the wall, leaning in for a kiss. My mouth trails down her neck before turning my attention to her nipples. I close my mouth around one, sucking and gently biting before turning to the other, giving it the same concentration. I pass the loofah between her legs once before dropping it and replacing it with my mouth, spreading her legs wide to give me better access. She arches her back and moans as I lick at her, running my tongue up and down her slit before adding a finger. I slowly work her and suck her clit as she fists my hair. Raising my eyes to meet hers, the fire blazing in her expression makes my cock twitch.
When her orgasm hits, she cries out my name, the beat of the water drowning out the sound of her panting breath. I stand and kiss her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue as she reaches for my cock. I wrap my hand around her neck, letting her know I’m being firm, but also using it to anchor myself. “Not now, Maeren. You need some rest. I just wanted to care for you and nothing makes a better breakfast than your pussy.”
I shut the water off and grab a towel to dry her before grabbing my own. I kiss her quickly on the lips once more beforeheading into the kitchen. I want to make her breakfast as she gets dressed, and it’s that desire that tells me I’m well and truly fucked.
Maeren walksout in leggings and an oversized sweater, her damp hair hanging around her face. She eyes the two mugs set out and I offer her one. “How’d you know I liked this much cream and no sugar?” she asks suspiciously.
“Lucky guess?” She doesn’t need to know the real answer, it’s not important. I offer her a plate with waffles to further brush off her question, and she smiles, taking it and sitting down happily at the small wooden table.
She sips her coffee as she stares at me. “Wow, a good night, pampering,andbreakfast with coffee? Can I keep you?” I know she means it as a joke but there’s no joking when it comes to her.
“Ouch. Just agoodnight?” I mock offense.
“Oh, I must’ve misspoken. I meant anamazingnight,” she smiles softly and looks down at her coffee, as if she’s embarrassed. She shouldn’t be.
“That’s what I thought. But to answer your question, yes. You can keep me, but it’s not like you have a choice. I told you, you’re mine, and I meant it,” I swear, noting a flash of heat and a hint fear cross her eyes. That’s good. She should be scared of a man like me claiming such a sweet and innocent woman like her.
After breakfast,Maeren and I parted ways even though I didn’t want to. She needed to get some work done and so did I, though it was once again proving difficult with how preoccupied my thoughts were. Trying to put the memory of how good she felt wrapped around my cock away, I call Mark and let him know I’m making headway on the hit.
“Paxton. I hope you’re calling with good news,” he answers.
“Not the best, but I wanted to let you know I’ve sent word to several of my contacts. I have a lot of ears out and when they find anything they will report back to me. The fucker is elusive as shit. Not many even know what he looks like, but with a little time I’m sure I’ll have something strong to go on.”
“I knew this was going to be a more difficult job, but I’m certain you can see it through. If you need any extra assistance on my end just let me know. I’m desperate to catch this asshole before anyone I care about ends up dead. We got lucky last time, and that luck only goes so far.”
“Sure thing, I’ll let you know.” I hang up the call and hope that my guys are working efficiently. The clock is ticking. Not only Mark’s countdown, but my own countdown controlling the urge inside of me. I need to feed the monster again, and soon.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MAEREN
My body heatsat the thought of my night with Xander and I briefly zone out as it replays in my mind. Shaking myself out of my trance, I finish gathering my things after work, sad the day’s ended so soon. I normally can’t wait to leave the office, but I’m dreading the drive over to my mother’s. I figured I should just rip the band aid off and grab whatever I had forgotten there so I can be over and done with it. When I arrive I see Leanne’s shiny white car parked in the drive and take a deep inhale, bracing myself for the exchange. My knuckles anxiously rap on her door, and a few seconds later, it opens to her scowl.
“Maeren,” she practically snarls, “how good to see you.”
“Mother.” My tone is firm, letting her know I am not about to play into her nonsense today. “I’m here to grab a bracelet Simon said I left?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you didn’t leave anything here. And how would you have talked to Simon? Hmmm?” Her head cocks accusingly.
“We ran into each other at the grocery store and he mentioned it.”
Simon then appears behind my mother, his frame engulfing hers as he leans against the door jam. “Maeren,” he greets, “how lovely to see you!”
I turn my attention to him, ignoring my mother altogether. “Hi, I was just here to grab that bracelet you said I’d left.”
“Oh! Yes! Please come in! Leanne, I forgot to tell you I found some jewelry of hers. Let me see if I can find it.” He steps aside and pulls my begrudging mother with him, gesturing me into the foyer.
My mother—Leanne, I need to call her Leanne—is shooting daggers at me now, once again without warrant. My mere existence is enough for her to hate me. Some things will never change, I suppose. We stand there in silence, waiting for Simon to return. I’m afraid of breathing too loudly or moving my eyes the wrong way, worried I’ll really set Leanne off. Simon’s approaching footsteps sound and I clear my throat, turning away from my mother to offer him a tight smile.
