Page 73 of Castaway Whirlwind
She lightly scrapes her nails through my chest hair, her gaze steady on mine. “Should I put your clothes in the wash…or do weneed to burn them?” Layla asks in a low murmur after I’ve drained the bath of our filth and refilled it.
I wring out our washcloths and set them over the lip of the tub, then grip Layla’s hips. “Burn them.”
Layla swallows, her hands stilling. “And do we need to call Mr. Montes?”
“I already did.” When a fresh tear falls from the inner corner of her eye, I ask, “Does that scare you?”
She nods, her chin quivering.
My chest constricts when I ask, “You’re scared of me?”
Layla circles my neck with her arms, our fronts pressed together. “I’m scaredforyou. What if…what if you go to prison? Texas has the death penalty. I don’t want—I can’t lose you.”
She’s breaking my heart all over again when she starts to sob in earnest, shaking so hard that it creates a ripple effect in the water.
I hold her as tight as possible, skimming my lips across her slim shoulder and up her neck. “They might arrest me, take me to court, subpoena and question a thousand witnesses, but I’m not going to prison.”
“You don’t know that. You’re rich but not rich enough to buy an entire justice system.”
“I don’t have to be—only a few key players.” I pull the curtain of her damp hair aside and stretch to whisper in her ear, “Trust me when I say Elliott and Mr. Montes are already working on it. Gibson won’t want to help, not with something like this, but he will. I’m not going to prison now, nor will I when I’ve dealt with Steven.”
Layla shivers, tipping her head back, allowing me to lick and suck the underside of her jaw. “You really weren’t joking.”
“No. Scared yet?”
“No, Daddy.”
I’d ignored my hard cock throughout our bath since sex wasn’t on either of our minds as we washed the night’s effects off each other, but her breathy, whisperedDaddyhas my brain switching gears, thinking with a different head.
“Is that what you need, darlin’? You need Daddy to take care of you? Take your mind off of tonight?”
Layla whimpers, rolling her hips in a slow circle as she flexes her thighs. “Let me…let me take care of you first.” She kisses me before rising from the tub, carefully climbing out while my cock stands up straight in the water.
Wrapped in a towel, she rummages through the bathroom cabinets until she finds first aid supplies to patch my wrists. When I step out of the tub, Layla takes off her towel, holding eye contact as she drops low to dry my feet, then works the towel up higher, stopping briefly to kiss across my hips, teasing me when she bypasses my cock to finish drying the rest of my body.
Layla leads me by the hand to the bedroom, then climbs onto our bed on top of our silky sheets, lying on her side facing me, reaching out so I’ll do the same. She slides her top leg over mine, inching closer until my cockhead brushes her entrance. “Help me,” she begs, wiggling her hips.
Gripping and lifting the back of her knee, I guide her onto my cock, only deep enough to tuck myself just inside her heat. While this position is better than some others, it’s not perfect, and I don’t want to go so far as to make her tense up in the slightest. Neither of us needs any more pain tonight.
My little darlin’ cups her right breast. “Kiss me goodnight, Daddy.”
I kiss my way down her chest, curling my back until I can close my lips around the hard tip of her nipple.
Layla gently scrapes my scalp with her nails, moaning, “Yes, Daddy. I love it when you kiss me.” She urges me closer as she flexes her hips, her pussy growing wetter the longer and harder I suck, using my tongue to draw her deeper into my mouth.
With her legs spread, I glide my hand down her ribs, the nip of her waist, and between us, finding her clit and rolling it in circles, making her pant and arch her back, tugging on my hair. I fight to keep the rest of my body still instead of rocking into her. I don’t need to. Her pussy clenching and releasing around my cockhead with her breathy orgasm is enough to have my shaft swelling thicker until I cum, filling her with my release.
I only let her breast fall from my mouth so I can suck her arousal from my fingertips while she watches with a sleepy, soft smile. “Thirty-one days, darlin’.”
“‘Til what?” She pulls me back onto her nipple when I don’t answer, my eyelids growing heavy, drifting off with her supple breast on my tongue and my cock nestled inside her.
Chapter 23
Layla
Russell holds me on his lap in the bath for the second time in as many days, kissing my crown while I cry into his chest as we wait for my stronger pain meds to kick in since the over-the-counter meds won’t be able to touch the level of pain I’m in. If I had kept better track of my cycle and hadn’t been so distracted by my other injuries, I wouldn’t have let Russell fall asleep inside me, waking up and gingerly pulling out with his cock streaked red.
It doesn’t matter how many times he’s assured me he’s not disgusted that I started my period in the middle of the night or how many times he watched me throw up this morning before I could finally keep my pills down without cringing, I still want to crawl through the woods, find wherever Allen was buried, and join him if only to escape how mortified I am.
