Page 46 of The Convict

But I don’t have a choice. Even through my fog of release and being sated, I know this can’t last. If Rax is true to his word—which I think he is—I’ll be going home soon. He’ll be off to wherever he’s going and he'll forget about me when he has his new life. He said he’ll just be surviving, but he’ll be a free man. He’ll find someone to make him happy. I’ll be the one that’s just surviving.

I try not to let that get me down. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to offer Rax a little slice of normal after being in prison for so long. His leaving was always the plan.

“Fuck,” Rax says on a whisper when he catches his breath. “We forgot a condom.”

Sighing, I sit up. “I tested negative two months ago and haven’t been with anyone since.”

He gives me a lopsided grin. “I haven’t been with anyone for over seven years. I always wrapped my dick with the hangarounds and medical tested me when I got locked up as part of their intake.”

Smiling, I kneel in front of him. “I trust you, Rax,” I tell him, then kiss him gently.

“That’s big,” he murmurs, framing my face with his large hands.

Shrugging, I stand—my ass smarting—and hold out my hand to him. Rax takes it, almost pulling me down when I try to yank him up. He’s a wall of fucking muscle. Groaning, I pull hard and Rax laughs, putting me out of my misery by pushing off the ground.

Hand in hand, we walk back to the cabin. We take a quick shower together, not really up to being handsy after getting it all out of our system in the woods. I give him an irritated look when I wash my cock and balls, getting all the cum off. Rax really got it in there. He gives me a wide smile, that cute little chip making the irritation fall away as quickly as it cropped up.

“You didn’t like that?” he asks, wrapping an arm around my waist so he can nip at my neck. His teeth graze my skin where I’m bruised because of his hands and I shiver.

Shaking my head, I say, “That’s not the point. Dried cum is hard to wash off.”

His deep laughter makes my heart go all pitter patter and I have to duck my head to hide my blush. God, I can’t be falling in love with him, can I?

That would be the definition of a danger whore.

We head downstairs for me to brush Rax’s hair after I finish drying and brushing my own. Now, my smart-ass biker requests songs for me to hum while I’m brushing his hair. Today, he asked for Hello by Lionel Richie. My dad was a huge fan of Lionel Richie and the Commodores, so any song by him as a solo artist or the group makes me happy.

I notice Rax constantly rubbing his shoulder and back, seemingly more now than he was when he first took me. “What is it?” I ask, putting his hair over his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his neck, leaning my head against him.

“That guard I killed? A few years ago, he got in a good shot with his baton that kinda fucked my shoulder up. I had to get it popped back into place, but every now and then, the muscle gives me issues.”

“Want a back massage?”

He glances at me with a salacious grin. “Is that a euphemism for ‘give me your dick, Rax’?”

A laugh bursts from my chest and I bite his neck quickly. “No, you horn dog. I can rub it. Seriously. Could be a knot or something. I don’t know much about massage therapy, but I know how to find the knots.”

With an exaggerated pout, Rax says, “Fine. You have oil or something?”

“We got lotion. That’ll have to work.”

I hop up and get the lotion from upstairs, happy to see Rax with his shirt off and lying on his belly when I get back downstairs. The couch is wide enough where I can straddle his back with plenty of room to spare.

Sitting on his ass, I grin mischievously as I squirt the cold lotion on his back, making him yelp and growl at me as he shouts, “Warm that up next time!”

Laughing aloud, I nod. “Okay, sorry.” I’m not sorry at all. I wanted to see what he would do and it was funnier than I thought it would be.

I rub the lotion into his warm skin, immediately finding that knot I knew would be there. I press on it, trying to rub it out as gently as I can, but there’s not much that will make it feel better right now.

Rax grimaces, scrunching his eyes closed and biting his lip in pain. “Want me to stop?” I ask him softly, not really loving that he’s in pain because some piece of shit guard abused his power.

Is it sick that I’m glad he killed that guy?

He opens his eyes and peeks up at me. “I can take it, sweet pea.” His growly voice sends a thrill down my spine and I can’t help bending down to kiss him. “Just … talk to me. Take my mind off it.”

I’m quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what I want to talk about. I come up blank. “Ask me something,” I prompt, really getting into the shoulder and pushing that knot out as much as I can. It seems like there's more than one. No wonder his shoulder has been hurting.

He grunts, trying to twist away, but not really moving. “Why a mechanic? You didn’t want to do something softer?”

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