Page 80 of Stella
“I’m so much better than good. I railed you.”
I snort. “Cute. You can’t rail me, if anything, I’m the one railing you.”
She buries her hair into my neck. “Don’t go.”
I pull back so I can see her face. And I don’t know why she chooses now to act shy, but she can’t meet my gaze. I tip her chin up so she has to look at me. “Not going anywhere, but I do need to take care of you.”
Her eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean?”
“You’re sore, there could be… uh, cleanup.”
She rolls her lips. “Cleanup?”
“Blood,” I say. “But if you want privacy to do that?—”
“Wait, you’re offering to clean me up after… having sex?”
“Don’t look so surprised, I’m not a complete asshole.”
She presses her lips to mine. “You’re too sweet.”
“I’ll grab a washcloth.”
“Or we could shower together, save water?”
I grin. “Are you just trying to keep me naked?”
“Obviously.”
I lean over and kiss her, pleased with myself that she looks so disheveled and I did that.
Peeling the condom off, I tie it and drop it in the trash can nearby. I pull her up and then find my way into the adjoining bathroom where I reach into the shower and turn the taps, running the water.
I pull her to me. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Yes.” She smiles. “You made a woman outta me.”
“Isn’t that a song?” I tuck her unruly hair behind both ears, but it doesn’t stay there.
“It is now.” She reaches up and kisses me on the lips, then walks in front of me to the shower. I smile, then I stop, frozen to the spot. “Stella?”
She turns, those big, innocent eyes taking me in. “Yeah?”
“What’s that?”
As if just realizing she has a huge tattoo on her back that looks a lot like the fucking NOLA Rebels skull, except with roses surrounding it, she gasps. “Oops. I forgot I can’t get it wet yet.”
I blink. “You have a fucking tattoo of the MC on your back?” I gape at her.
I mean, she’s fucking sexy as fuck, but really? Out of all the tattoos she could’ve gotten, she had to have that?
“Don’t you like it? I want to get an entire sleeve done next. Angel did it for me, she’s an ol’ lady from the Arizona chapter.”
“It’s fucking huge.”
“Yeah, and?”
I spin her around. “Stella. You have the Rebels skull on your back.”
