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"No. I know how to own my shit, and I let my jealousy get the better of me."
"I appreciate the apology," she nods, then adds, "I respect you a lot, Vayda, and I've enjoyed hanging with you today." Josie smiles.
"I've enjoyed it too." Using the table to help me, I stand. "My entire body hurts like hell; I think I might soak in the tub for a while." Josie stands as well.
"You need any help? I don't mind."
"A little help would be nice," I admit.
Josie strides across the kitchen and lifts a plastic bag from the counter. "I bought you a few things: Shampoo, body wash, toothbrush, things like that. I'll go upstairs and run you a bath, and put all this away." She raises the bag in her hand. "Take your time. If you need help getting up the stairs, let me know?" She says the last part as a question, still sounding a little unsure how she should approach me.
"If I need help, I promise to ask," I assure her.
After watching Josie disappear, I decided to explore the house before heading upstairs. Taking my time, I venture into every room on the first floor. All of the rooms bare-boned. There is no life in the house—no personal touches of any kind. I still can't get past his home being the spitting image of my childhood dream house, right down to the color of the shutters on the front windows.
"Vayda," Josie calls to me from upstairs. "Your bath is ready."
"Be there in a minute," I shout, my voice echoing through the empty home.
Once upstairs, I find Josie stepping out of the en suite. "You have a clean towel on the rack next to the tub." She walks to the bedroom door. "Oh, and I laid out some pajamas, over on the dresser. I wasn't sure what you liked to wear so—anyway, I've texted Wick. He said to tell you he will be home soon." Josie turns to leave.
"Thanks again, Josie."
Her smile is infectious, causing me to smile in return. "No problem."
Waiting until I hear Josie leave, I step into the bathroom, finding the large tub filled with soap suds, and smelling like honey and vanilla. Off to the side, next to the tub, Josie even lit a candle. Slipping off my sweats was easy. Slowly pulling my tank over my head was painful, but removing the support tape from my skin over my ribcage proved to be impossible. That shit wasn't coming off. Leaving it, I lift one foot over the edge of the tub, then the other, before carefully lower myself into the warm water. The instant my body is submerged, and the heat begins to penetrate my muscles, I sigh. "Oh my god." Leaning my head back, I close my eyes.
A light tap on the bathroom door causes my eyes to pop open and my body to flinch, making the now lukewarm suds free water slosh. "Vayda."
"Yeah?" I slide myself up. I must have dozed off. Using the sides of the tub as my leverage, I attempt to get out of the tub before the water turns colder, but quickly realize it was much more comfortable getting in than getting out. My broken ribs scream in protest as I try it a second time. "Fuck," I yell when I realize I might need help. Before I can say anything, Wick bursts through the bathroom door.
"What's wrong?" he pauses when he realizes I'm entirely naked.
"I kind of need a little help getting out of the tub," I admit and regret not thinking ahead and asking Josie to stay a bit longer. With my breasts pressed against the inside wall of the tub, I look at Wick. I watch the corner of his lips twitch.
"You okay with me helping you?"
"You asking yourself that question?" I challenge, but he doesn’t budge. "I can't stay here all night, and it hurts too much for me to do it on my own."
Without further discussion, Malik crosses the space between us, bends over, and scoops me from the water. Setting me on my feet, he quickly snags a towel from the rack, wrapping it around my body. "You got it from here?" he asks with worry.
Holding the towel closed, I admit, "Could you help with one more thing?" Malik's eyes deepen with desire. I drop one side of my towel, exposing my body to him. "I couldn't remove the old tape, so I thought soaking in the water it may help."
"Come here." He guides me into the bedroom. Grabbing the new sports tape, the doctor sent home with me; Malik sits on the edge of the bed. "Cross your arm over your chest for me." Doing as he asks, I raise my arm. Holding the towel to my front, leaving the rest of my body exposed to Malik, he begins to peel the tape from my skin. He's gentle when he does it. Working his way up, he starts to remove the bandage closest to my breast, and ever so slightly, his fingertips graze the side of my breast, causing my body to shiver, and my nipples to harden against the terry cloth towel.
"Breathe, baby." The carnal tone in Malik's voice reverberates through my body, making his simple act of taking care of me feel erotic. The more his fingers caress my skin, the more the ache grows between my legs until I'm throbbing with need. "Done." He stands, and my eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans. "Vayda," I hear the warning in his voice, and I lift my eyes to his. "Get dressed." I open my mouth to say something sassy, but he cuts me off. "Don't." Against my natural tendencies, I keep my mouth shut as he walks out the door, closing it behind him.
Standing in the room, alone, my body raging with sexual tension, I decide to do the only thing I can think of to relieve the ache between my legs. Laying back on the bed, I toss the towel wrapped around my body to the side. Ignoring the pain in my ribs, I reach my hand between my legs to find my center drenched. I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth when the tips of my fingers brush over the top of my swollen clit. Closing my eyes, visions of Malik take over my senses and I imagine what it would be like to have his strong body covering mine while thrusting his cock in and out of me. "Oh, god." I gasp and my pussy clenches at the mere thought of Malik's cock filling me. With my wicked desires driving me to the edge, I give into the pleasure as my fingers continue to work the little bundle of nerves between my thighs until I come fast and hard.
Feeling drained, mentally, and physically, I crawl beneath the warm covers and fall asleep.
Hearing water running, I crack my eyes open, finding the room darkened by nightfall; the only glimmer of light coming from the bathroom door that is partially open. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I prop myself up in bed, with my back against the headboard. A moan catches my attention. Catching movement from the bathroom, I lean to the left a little. I now have a clear view through the glass door of the shower where I see Malik's muscular, 6 foot 3 inch frame standing in the tub, with his head hung low as the water cascades over his back. My eyes travel the length of his toned body. When he twists, I catch a glimpse of The Kings' logo tattooed across his back before noticing the shrapnel scars spanning the side of his ribcage and down his hip. Finally, my eyes settle on his impressive cock. Long and thick. My breathing picks up, and even though I know I should look away I can't. The moment Malik fists his cock, I gasp.
Chapter Eleven
Wick
Icould hear Vayda's gasp through the hot water currently pelting down on my back. When I came into the bedroom minutes ago, she was already asleep. I didn't bother with closing the bathroom door in case she woke up and needed me. That and my only focus had been on taking care of the hard-on I had been sporting since I had my hands on her naked body. Fuck, Vayda's body is like a work of art. Her skin is like silk, and she has curves in all the right places. Had Vayda not been in her current state, my cock would have been balls deep inside what I know will be the sweetest fucking pussy I'd ever taste. But I behaved and kept my dick under wraps. I wasn't the only one affected by the moment either. Oh, Vayda was aching for my touch…my cock. I could taste it in the air. I smelled her arousal, and my mouth watered at the thought of getting a taste, of sliding my tongue through her slit and lapping up every drop of honey she had to offer. The lips of Vayda's pussy were dripping, and it wasn't the water from her bath.
