Page 16 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
“Sure.”
“After that, we’ll pick up the groceries I ordered. Then we should be set for a bit. The housekeeper comes tomorrow. I’ll see if she can get you some clothes then, too.” I can’t go out and leave Sophie unprotected. And I’ll have to figure out how to get more cash since I don’t dare hit the ATM. But I have ideas and resources. I’ll get it done.
“Great. Do you know if there’s a jacket or anything around here so I can cover up?”
That’s a good idea. It might keep me from ogling her. But probably not. “I’ll look. In the meantime, what do you like on your pizza?”
We agree to toppings while I find a kid’s cardigan in gray. It’s too small, and the edges cling to her breasts, which somehow only accentuates her assets. But it covers her nipples. Well, kind of. I also find a pair of flip-flops that almost fit. At least the ball cap I scrounged up will hide her face when we retrieve groceries later.
Sophie sinks onto the couch and curls into herself. I call for the pizza. They’ll also deliver a two-liter bottle of soda with the pie in the next thirty minutes.
“I’m going to grab a shower before the delivery. The doors and windows are locked, and almost no one knows we’re here. You should be safe, but if anything happens, come get me.”
She nods. “Thanks.”
I hate leaving her alone, but this is the best opportunity to clean up, so I disappear into the bathroom and start the shower. Fuck, I can picture her standing in the claw-foot tub, water sluicing down her lithe body. I jerk my pants down in an effort to undress, but my cock stands up straight.
Son of a bitch.
Steam rises. As I step in, I contemplate taking my cock in hand and finding some relief, but I don’t dare leave Sophie alone longer than necessary. My fantasy tour between her thighs will have to wait.
But fuck, I can’t stop picturing Sophie spread out on that romantic bed, those legs wrapped around my waist as I bury myself deep. I’d start slow, kissing every inch of pale skin until she’s begging, then flip her over and take her from behind, fixate on her very fine ass while she grips the decorative iron of the headboard. The sounds she’d make when I hit that perfect spot inside her…
Christ, I want to hear her scream my name while I make her come over and over until she’s boneless and shaking. Then I’d slide down her body and taste her until she’s sobbing with pleasure. Those perfect tits bouncing as she writhes beneath me, that smart mouth of hers reduced to incoherent pleas for more…
My cock throbs painfully at the thought, but I force myself to lather up, rinse quickly, and get out. Since I don’t have any clean clothes, I dress again in what I wore earlier. Time to check on Sophie and grill her about her enemies. No way will I repeat my past mistakes. I won’t lose her.
As I’m tugging on my pants again, her tube of fuck-me red lipstick pokes me. I set it on the edge of the sink, wishing I could do exactly what the color suggests, but my phone buzzes. I’m not shocked one of my brothers is calling before I could reach out. I’m only shocked I haven’t heard from them sooner.
“Hey, Rush.”
“Thank God you’re okay. What the fuck happened this morning? I just saw the news.”
“I’m fine. How are you?” I toss back.
“Glad to hear you’re alive. Not that you called to let any of us know.”
“What were you going to do from Florida?”
“Get on a plane if I had to.”
He’d do it, no doubt. “It’s under control, bro. I promise.”
“I didn’t think twice about you working that parade until the news reported shots fired. Who were you protecting?”
“This is completely on the down low. You’ve got to promise.”
“Yeah. Sure. You know me.”
I do. He’s tight. “Sophie Larsen.”
“No shit! She’s fucking gorgeous.”
Tell me about it. “She’s also scared as hell right now. Whoever busted up that parade was shooting at her.”
“Shit. The news speculated it was the work of an anti-government terrorist.”
I roll my eyes. “You know better than to believe a cover story.”
