I hold my breath, waiting for him to move on to my breasts. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he goes down my shoulder, then my arm, and finally arrives at my hands. He uses his thumbs to massage the palms of my hands.
My eyes close in pleasure. “That feels so good,” I whisper.
“I have been told I have magic fingers,” he says. I’m not watching him, but I can hear the smile he’s wearing on his face right now.
“Please, do not tell me about the millions of women who have stroked your ego,” I tell him, half-joking. For the first time I can remember, it bothers me to hear about the women this man has had before me.
“You make me forget them all,” he says softly.
The importance of what he just said makes me open my eyes. He doesn’t look up, though. I’m not sure he’s aware he said that out loud. His hands move down to my leg, the one that’s been hurting so bad I could barely walk. He begins to massage it, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes as he kneads the flesh there.
“How did you get the scars, Katydid?” he asks, his finger brushing against the faint scars and following their line down. They aren’t as bad as they used to be, and definitely not as bad as they could have been. Still, they make me uncomfortable. I’m not use to putting myself out there with a man.
“Why does it matter?” I ask, trying to divert him. “If they turn you off…”
He stops me from pulling away. “I didn’t say that, sweetness. There’s not a fucking thing about you that turns me off. I just want to know how you got them. They remind me of some of the scars my brother Beast has.”
I swallow. Bethie has talked incessantly about the club. She thought of them as her family before Skull’s note. I know right away who Beast is and I know what scars he would have. They would be very much like mine, I’d imagine, except Beast got his heroically. He got his willingly. I was just a guinea pig, a way to further my father’s great plan. Collateral damage.
“There was a fire…” I tell him, which isn’t the truth, but close enough.
“Sweetness,” he groans, the word sounding haunted. My legs are in the water, but because they’re draped over his, the tops are out. He bends down and kisses the scar. I swallow in response.
I’m feeling self-conscious and on-display—neither emotion is good for me. I need to divert him, and fast. “Torch…” He looks at me. I see the disappointment in his eyes, and just like that, the moment’s broken.
“Hold your head back, Katydid,” he says, grabbing a plastic cup off the edge of the tub. It’s white, but has the motel name on it. I hold my head back just as Torch pulls me up on his lap.
“What—?”
“I just needed you closer for this. Now, hold your head back,” he instructs me again, and I do it, but it’s hard to concentrate when I can feel his dick pushing against my ass.
How much torture can one woman take?
He pours water through my hair over and over, making sure it’s all wet. When he stops, I look up to find him pouring shampoo in his hand. He rubs it in my hair and then massages it in my scalp. I’ve never had a man wash my hair before. Even when we showered together, our hands were much too busy doing other things. Now, I suddenly wonder why. It’s amazing. I groan at the feel of the way he rubs the shampoo into my hair, taking time to massage and knead my head in the process, which relaxes me.
“That feels good,” I moan, grinding my ass against his hardened cock. He’s been priming my body for him and I’m not even aware of it. Suddenly, I’m dying to have him inside of me. “Hunter,” I growl, my nails biting into his shoulders so hard I know they’re leaving marks. If he doesn’t hurry up and give me what I need, I’m going to draw blood.
“I have something to make you feel better,” he says, starting to rinse my hair now.
“Show me,” I urge him, shifting so I can take his cock in my hand and hold it still. I slide down on him, our eyes locked on one another, and I don’t stop until he’s completely inside of me.
This time, his groan mingles with mine.
I watch as Katie guides me inside of her. I had forgotten just how fucking wonderful she felt. She slides down on my dick, squeezing him inside her tight little body.
Fuck, I want to come right then.
I give up all pretense of rinsing her hair. More important things are on my mind now. I capture her breast in my hand and run my tongue over the nipple, slowly at first, looking up to watch her face the entire time.
Her head is thrown back in pleasure. Her hips make this fucking turn as she grinds down on my cock, causing the muscles in her stomach to flutter and my eyes are drawn there. I’m hypnotized by that one movement. That’s when it hits me.