Beard Up(44)

I stopped him. "You're on anti-rejection medications, right?"

He looked at me.

"Yes," he confirmed. "Though, it was hard to explain why I needed them to my doctor. I told him that I had a lung transplant in a foreign country."

I shook my head.

"That's crazy," I said. "I never thought about that. Keep going. I'll try not to interrupt this time."

His fingers were doing wonderful things to my head as he worked the shampoo through my thick locks.

"Don't think I didn't hear you say you wanted to cut this, either," he growled. "I'd be devastated. I know you cut it all off after I died, but no more of that."

I smacked his chest and he took the hint.

"My burns were still pretty bad, and I could hardly move without pain exploding through every nerve ending."

My eyes opened as worry filled them. 

Before I could say anything, though, he maneuvered my head by tugging on my hair, and forced me to rinse.

"When I tried to escape," he started, causing me to gasp in horror. "Exactly. They caught me before I could even step foot out the door. But I was delirious and not thinking straight. All I could think about was you and getting back to you before you got too scared."

This man … always thinking about everyone but himself.

Leaning forward, I placed my wet face against his chest, and urged him to continue by squeezing his waist lightly with my arms.

"They sliced part of my healthy skin off with a butcher knife to let me know how serious they were about me behaving," he muttered.

Bile rose in my throat.

"I didn't try to escape again for another six weeks. And when I got caught, again, they sliced the same piece of healing tissue off."

I didn't want to hear anymore.

His parents, wherever they were, better enjoy their last few days of freedom. Because, if I ever got a hold of them, I was going to do everything in my power to make them hurt as much as they hurt Tunnel.

Before I could say anything else, though, Ghost started in on the conditioner as I reached for the soap.

I ran it down over his chest and abs, taking extra special care of the parts that still looked angry, despite having healing scar tissue there. I wanted to take away all of his hurts, and all of his pain, but I knew even if I could do that, Tunnel wouldn't let me.

As he worked his fingers through my wet tresses, I realized that I'd also missed this.

I'd forgotten how much I liked him playing with my hair, even if all he was doing was working his fingers through the long tresses and loosening my curls.

My hand went lower, purposefully avoiding the appendage that I could feel against my lower belly, and I rubbed the soap into a lather around said appendage.

"Wench," he grunted, pulling my hair taut. "Touch me."

My lips quirked up at the corner.

"Maybe later," I said, moving the soap to my own body.

He only chuckled, and I used that time to soap my armpits and behind my neck. I followed that up by quickly running the soap down my body, under my breasts, and finally down to the apex of my thighs.

"You need any help?"

I bared my teeth at him.

"No," I said. "Because, if you help, you and I won't be getting out of here for quite a while."

He grunted something unintelligible, and I moved the soap to my backside, running it through the crack of my ass.

He watched me, not trying to hide the fact, and a mischievous glint entered my eyes.

"Can you hold this soap with your butt cheeks?" I teased him.

This was an old question. One I'd tried to get him to act on every time we were in the shower together.

The memory of trying to get him to try it was enough to make sadness enter my eyes.

"Come on, try it," I said, offering Ghost the soap.

The sadness had to be why he did what he did next. If this were six years ago, he would've never, ever done it.

He took it from my hand and looked at it, then shook his head and reached behind him.

Then he started to laugh.

"See!" I cried out. "I knew you couldn't do it either!"

"I never said I could," as he continued to try to clench the soap with his ass cheeks.

The soap dropped and we both looked at it.

"Turn around and pick it up," he suggested.

My brows rose.



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Did he think I wouldn't?

Shrugging one shoulder, I turned around, backed up, and then bent over to reach for the soap.

And immediately felt his erection prodding my ass.

Then, without any hesitation whatsoever, he lifted me up, spun me around, and leaned me into the wall.