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“Welcome back to the land of the living, I guess,” Brody called with a chuckle.
Carrie smiled with my cock in her mouth and worked her way down, filling her throat. I hung my head back and thanked the universe for letting me come back to her sweet, wicked, torturous tongue.
CHAPTER 32
CARRIE
Water rolled over Tex’s shoulders and dripped from the end of his nose. His eyes were hooded by his brow as he watched me suck him off, and I made sure to show him with my lips and tongue just how grateful I was that he was still breathing.
That he was still mine.
He shuddered and braced himself against the wall. His torso flexed and he flinched while taking a sharp inhale. I knew he was hurting. I also knew we shouldn’t do anything vigorous or potentially risky, like fucking in the shower, but I wasn’t going to ruin his fun too quickly. After everything he’d been through—half of which neither he nor Brody seemed willing to share with me just yet—he deserved a reward. And this was kind of a reward for me, too.
The shower floor hurt my knees as I spread my thighs and sat back on my heels. I used my hands on Tex’s hips to gently guide him down toward me. He used the wall to steady himself, and I touched myself while he watched me. This lasted until he pulsed and thrummed in my mouth, and I knew he was about to blow. He pulled back, wanting to make it last for me, but I held fast, fingers pressing into the backs of his thighs, and he broke.
A growl escaped him that would have sent a lustful chill down myspine if we hadn’t been in a steamy shower. His load was silk on my tongue and I swallowed greedily.
He pulled me to my feet and tried to turn me around, but I stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Slow down. Let’s dry off.”
Tex frowned.
I turned off the shower and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m not finished with you. I just don’t think we should mess around on a wet shower floor when you have a cracked rib. At least one of us has to use their brain.”
We dried off. His eyes followed every move I made.
Wrapped up in our towels, we tried to sneak out of the bathroom and past Brody, who was lounging on the couch flicking through channels on the TV. A floorboard creaked under Tex’s foot, and Brody twisted around and sat up.
I crept backward to the bedroom.
Tex tried to follow me, but Brody swung up to his feet with a menacing scowl. “Get your ass over here so I can wrap those ribs. Carrie can wait five minutes. Can’t you, Carrie?” His gaze flicked to me.
I nodded rapidly. “Absolutely. Take your time. I’ll just be, uh, in here.”
Brody clicked his tongue. “Teenagers. The pair of you.”
Tex shot me a smirk over his shoulder that was very teenage-like indeed before I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I pressed my back to the door and found the bed nicely made. Brody had cleaned up fairly well. There was a big red stain on the headboard that apparently didn’t wash out, but he’d gotten everything off the floors. The new bedding was black, probably something he found crammed into a closet somewhere in the apartment, and it looked inviting.
Fatigue settled into my bones as I dropped my towel and plunged face first onto the bed. The blankets were soft, and they smelled like Tex. I breathed in the smell of him as I climbed on all fours up toward the pillows, which I fluffed up and collapsed into. While I lay there, my eyes fell closed. My skin was still hot from the shower, and thecombination of the fresh sheets, cool air of the bedroom, and the relief I felt that Tex had survived left me feeling like I was floating on a cloud.
Tomorrow night would bring more danger, but for now, we still had each other.
For now, that was enough.
I breathed deeply and the world began to fall out from under me. I rolled onto my side, one leg drawn up, the other straight back, and snuggled deeper into my pillow while the muffled voices of the men faded into nothingness.
I straddled the line between asleep and awake until a hand running up my leg from ankle to hip woke me. I stirred, dazed, and Tex met my lips with a kiss.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to fall asleep on me,” he purred.
“I just needed to rest my eyes.”
His fingers traced a lazy figure eight on my hip while his cock grew hard against my ass. “You should sleep, then. We have all day tomorrow. Rest.”
Rest? With his cock pressed up against me like that?Oh hell no.
I arched my back and pressed my ass more firmly into his crotch. “Do you want to sleep?”
“I could sleep.”
