Suit (The Twin Duo #1)(36)

I took my good old time, ass in the air, purposely exposing all. The sound of Velcro being pulled apart amplified like a scratch in the air with the next strap. Inch by deliberate inch, I peeled it away. Once I had nothing else to occupy my time with, I stood, again, taking my time. I may have even arched my back a little a little for show.

I flipped my hair over my shoulder with a jerk and glared back at him, expecting to find him glowering at me. Nope. Not even close. Paxton had his feet spread apart and his arms crossed, wearing a smile. He was amused. I amused him. His hand went to his crotch and he grabbed himself as he stepped toward me. Again, he didn’t do what I expected. The muscles in my neck had already contracted, waiting defensively for his hand.

That was the first spanking—that I remembered, anyway. I wasn’t expecting it with the way he’d positioned his body. His chest pressed to my left shoulder and his hand met my ass with a loud crack. My body reacted with a jolt. “Keep it up. I have an idea for later,” he said as a threat, lips touching my throat.

My heart pounded in fast beats while my mind tried to catch up. Paxton’s hand soothed the sting on my ass with gentle strokes. I did nothing. I said nothing. I felt nothing. Dumbfounded, I didn’t know how to react.

“Later?” I blurted it like a croak, and I don’t even know where it came from. I hadn’t even been thinking it.

“Yes, later. We have to go to Lane and Candace’s first.”

“Oh.” Again, that’s all I could think of “Can I take a shower now?”

“You asked. Good girl. That makes me happy, and my dick hard all at the same time. I think I’ll fuck you later,” he whispered as he murmured hot words against my neck and then my lips.

He yanked my naked body to his, one hand in the center of my back and one over the faint sting on my ass. I sort of melted into him with a kiss. I didn’t mean for it to get emotional. It just happened. I relaxed into him, pressing my chest into him, while my hand slid slowly up his arm. Paxton took two steps, slamming me against the shower wall. His kiss was desperate, animalistic.

I didn’t know what to think. My head spun in circles while emotions took over my body. Feelings that I didn’t like. That I didn’t want.

The more desperation that came from Paxton, the more it saturated me. Passion ignited, exploded in my core. My body liquefied erotically into his, and I tilted my head, begging for more. His lips fervently ran down my throat and sucked.

But just like that, he stopped.

Paxton raised his gaze with a stunned look, like he was dumfounded for a second.

“Get ready,” he ordered hoarsely. Paxton cleared his throat and stalked away.

I stared after him, feeling more confused than he looked. What the hell just happened? I felt—ambushed.

I used my shower time to reflect on the fire that had seared between us briefly. Something euphoric and intoxicating. Not just lust. It was more than that. It sort of made me feel like the Dilaudid did in the hospital. Light and floaty. My fingers gently ran over the scar on the back of my head as I contemplated what just happened.

I breathed hot steam deep into my lungs and sighed heavily, switching thoughts. I would revisit that one later when I could wrap my head around it. I moved to my dream—the billboard high off the ground with my mom and my sister, and the room with the yellow curtains. Where was that? Where was my mother and my sister? They were real. That was a real memory. That much I knew without a doubt. What I didn’t know was why nobody else seemed to know them, or anything about them. Why?

Paxton was gone when I emerged wrapped in a towel. I blew out a puff of air when I saw my clothes laid out on the bed. The man had to be in control of everything. Without my boot, I hobbled to the bed. My finger traced the dainty panties made out of mostly string while I thought about his choice in clothes. It wasn’t that he had bad taste. I liked the outfit just fine. White shorts with a red top. One pink flip-flop to match my blue boot. The thing that bothered me was him laying them out. Why? Was he on that high of a power trip?

I dressed in front of the glass doors. The ocean sprawled in the distance below a bright-blue sky. I felt good for the first time since I hadn’t remembered who I was. Not mentally. Just physically. The pain seemed to have subsided in my hip, I could walk without crutches, and I hadn’t had a pain pill in over twelve hours. I didn’t even feel like I needed it. Now if my mind would follow suit and catch up, I’d have something to talk about.

I blow-dried my hair in front of the vanity in my bathroom and pulled back the sides with a twist and a clip. After I curled the two pieces that I’d purposely pulled out, I painted my nails a pale red, a duller shade than my shirt. I liked being a girly girl. I liked feeling pretty. For a brief second, I sensed I was being watched, like I wasn’t supposed to snoop in someone else’s things. Not mine. Expensive makeup was neatly arranged in the middle drawer, everything in its place. Lipstick and eyeshadow in every color, blushes of rubies and reds, foundation in every shade of the seasons. Any girl’s dream.

I topped off my look with red lips. I tried pink first, but it clashed too much with my shirt. The red wasn’t bright, more like magenta. A hint of purple. I slipped my foot into the bulky boot and checked myself in the mirror. Other than a tiny scar above my left eye, the scar wrapping around my knee, and the stupid boot, I looked fine. Actually, I looked hot. The high-class bra that I chose did wonders for my cleavage. Tucking the tail of my shirt in helped with that, too, tightening the thin material.