Page 67 of On the Mountain

“Why…why would he do that?”

Who knew. There were a million possibilities. He was evil. The power went to his head. None of that mattered, though, because he was gone, locked away, and now I had Cyrus.

“So tired,” was all I managed to say.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I smiled, believing him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Cyrus

It took almost two weeks for Crow to get better. Every day he got more and more energy. I fretted over him the whole time, and surprisingly, he let me. I’d done all the cooking, forcing him to try and eat to regain his strength. I kept the humidifier going, continued giving him meds as needed, sponge-bathed him until he had the energy to sit in the tub, and then I bathed him there too.

I knew how hard it was for Crow to depend on anyone, to feel like he wasn’t completely self-sufficient, for him to trust another person so completely, and the fact that he did with me… I didn’t have the words to explain what that meant for me, how it made me feel.

I worried that whatever he had, I would end up getting it too, but so far, that hadn’t been the case. But I knew if I did, Crow would take care of me the way I’d done with him.

I rolled over in bed to snuggle close to him. Crow was lying on his side, eyes open, watching me.

“What?” I asked. I couldn’t help smiling. Being the object of his interest filled me with joy.

“Your shoulder?” He cocked a brow.

“It feels much better.” I’d taken the sling off two days ago and had started using my arm just a bit. That could have gone worse than it had too. Crow and I had been very lucky.

“I want to feed you today,” he said.

“Okay.” The seriousness of his tone told me this was extremely important to him.

“I want to be to you what you’ve been to me the past few weeks.”

A wave of gooseflesh ran down my body. “We can do that.”

“Come.” Crow got out of bed and stood. He was naked, no morning wood, or it had already gone down. I loved it when he was hard, of course, but I also loved seeing him like this, his dick flaccid, hanging between his legs. Sometimes it felt more intimate than anything else.

He held his hand out for me, and I took it, let Crow lead me to the bathroom. He started the shower, signaling for me to go inside.

Well, it wasn’t as if I was going to argue with him.

I stepped in, followed by Crow, who grabbed the soap and immediately started washing me. I savored the feel of his larger hands against my body. Crow touching me, loving me was always my favorite place to be.

My dick hardened as he soaped up my cock and balls, then reached around, running the washcloth between my ass cheeks. I waited for him to get me off, to touch me again and again until I painted the walls with my cum, but instead, he just rinsed me off and then started in on my hair.

“Crow,” I begged.

“Be good,” he ordered, and damn if that didn’t make me flush with heat.

He was very good, much better than I expected, as he continued to pamper me. He didn’t let me wash him, even when I pouted and begged.

After our shower, Crow brought me jeans and a sweatshirt, which made me frown. “I don’t know if you should go outside yet. I don’t want—”

“I’m fine,” he cut me off.

“Crow—”

“I want to show you something, little lamb. We won’t be outside for long.”

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