Suit (The Twin Duo #1)(23)
Warm water rained over my body while shaving cream ran in a swirl down the drain. No words were spoken between us. Not even when he replaced the water with a thin line of purple shower gel down my body, around my nipples and to the openness of my slit. Lavender.
My body relaxed with his touch. Both hands massaged soap into foam with soft strokes, and I forgot about being uncomfortable. Not one inch went untouched. He explored every part of my body. Each finger to the tip, every tickling toe, and every intimate place. I stopped breathing again that time, too.
Paxton’s fingers slid easily over the pucker in my ass and my body tensed. One finger penetrated me, and slid back out. The attention he paid to my throbbing nub insured I moaned, more than once, every time feeling the penetration in my ass and my overzealous nub.
Once again, endorphins canceled all rational thoughts in my mind. My good leg might have even parted a little more. That was when he stopped. Right when I would have let him do anything he wanted. The point of no return. I didn’t have to worry about it. Paxton didn’t let me get there to even worry about a return. He ran his hand down my slippery folds and back to the pucker in my ass with pressure.
Instant pain shot down my hip when I arched my back, but it was easy to ignore. My lips parted and I fought the moan when Paxton opened me with his fingers and slapped my pulsating clit. Maybe I liked to be punished. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. I fought hard to keep my composure, curling my fingers into tight fists. Paxton stopped as soon as I whimpered, feeling the onset of release. An impending orgasm, I wouldn’t have.
Jerk.
Paxton smirked and moved to my head. I could see his hardness protruding through his thin basketball shorts, now wet and spotted with water. At first, I thought he was going to make me give him a blowjob, but he didn’t. He rinsed my hair, and then carefully blended suds into my scalp, softly moving over my scars. One welt over the left side of my head, and one near the back.
By this point, I was beyond confused and frustrated. That’s it. This was my punishment? Okay…
Paxton helped me sit up. He dried my entire body while I sat on the bench. He kissed me, longingly, passionately, and with desire, and he was gentle with me, like he wanted me, like he loved me, but he didn’t. He backed off and handed me my crutches, and walked out. I shook my head in bewilderment and followed him, naked to my bed. He turned down the bedcovers, and ordered me to get in with a twitch, eyes moving from me to the bed
I had no problem with that whatsoever. I was more than ready to lay down. He assisted me to sit on the edge of the bed and slid a nightshirt over my head. No words were spoken, no panties donned. My glance shifted to the bulge in his shorts and back to his patronizing stare. Paxton helped me lay down and walked back to the bathroom, leaving me exposed. I didn’t see the need in hiding anything with the covers, not after the very intimate bath.
“No, I don’t want to sleep with it on. It feels good to have it off,” I complained, not wanting the bulky brace. He ignored me and carefully placed it under my leg, fastened the straps, and stared at my newly shaven sex. He leaned in and kissed my forehead while his fingers slid up the smoothness of sex.
“I’ll be back in twenty minutes with your pills,” he whispered, and left me to rest.
“What the fuck is going on here?” I questioned to the empty room as the door closed behind him. This wasn’t real life. This whole thing was so messed up. I lay perfectly still. Not one muscle moved while I waited with a wandering mind. I felt like I had just left for vacation, flying high above the clouds. I knew there was something major, something very important that I forgot, but I couldn’t remember what. That’s what it felt like. Like I was constantly trying to remember what I had forgotten.
Maybe I wasn’t remembering because I didn’t want to. Maybe my subconscious mind protected my brain from further injury. From Paxton Pierce. It would have been nice to at least remember the girls. Lucky for me, their young age made it easy to fool them. I was sure from the little bit of time that I had spent with them, that they didn’t understand this. Not fully. Hell, I didn’t even understand it. I knew it wasn’t my fault, but I was mad at myself for not only forgetting what it was that bound us, but also forgetting that we had a bond to begin with. I’d never thought about them in the hospital. I hadn’t missed them. Not once. When someone did mention my kids, I thought about them in more of a freaking-out manner. Like I couldn’t have kids, and worried that I wouldn’t like them because of their dad. Maybe my cat scan in a couple of days would give us more information. An improvement.
That part frustrated me, too. Nobody seemed to know how the brain worked. Not even the doctor. Everybody’s different. It takes time. The brain is a very complex organ. Blah, blah, blah. I didn’t care about any of that. If only I could remember for one day. Just one day. That’s all I needed.
All thoughts instantly stopped when I watched the door slowly open, and then Paxton’s dark silhouette appeared. Even in the pitch-black room, I could see the sex appeal that dripped from him. Too bad he was dick. It wasn’t until he placed the pills on my tongue that I noticed he was naked. Entirely naked.
My heart beat faster in my chest when he placed his fingers over my eyelids and held them there. “Shhh,” he hissed. For a quick second, I thought it was a finger over my lips, reminding me not to talk, but it didn’t take long at all to realize that it wasn’t. The soft head, gliding across my lips wasn’t a finger. I tried to open my eyes, but his fingers kept me from it.