Page 70 of Pretty Threats

When my hand reaches out, she tries to slap it away. I’m still for a moment, then I lunge forward and grab her. She’s off the ground before she even has a chance to fight.

“Hey!”

“You’re surprised?”

Because she’s kicking her legs, I put her over my shoulder with an arm clamped around the back of her thighs so she won’t fall as I stalk to the bed.

When I drop her on her back, she grimaces and sits up. “Killian, wait.”

“Why?”

“I can’t lie on my back. It makes my shoulder sting.”

I frown. “Yeah, that wasn’t smooth on my part.” I lean down and scoop her up again. “Fortunately, you don’t need to be on your back while I fuck you. In fact… I know just the thing.”

After carrying her to the bathroom, I set her down in the shower. “Wash that scrape, first, and we’ll cover it with a bandage. Don’t want you getting lockjaw. That would really fuck up my ability to get blow jobs.”

She flips me off, which strikes me as so funny I laugh out loud. I’ve never seen her flip anyone off. My laughter causes Raine to smile, too. Apparently she’s not bothered by the fact that I’m not taking her annoyance seriously.

“Okay, get out,” she says with a flick of her fingers toward me and the doorway.

“Not gonna happen.”

“If you’re going to watch, you’re going to help. You can wash my back.” Her tone makes it sound like she’s challenging me, which… I don’t think she understands me at all. Touching Raine more? I would fucking pay to do that.

“Yeah. Sure, I’ll help,” I say with a shrug.

Raine unties her wrap and folds it. Her hand thrusts the fabric toward me. I take it. Next, she peels off the dress. When she examines the fabric, she shakes her head and drops it on the floor.

“Ruined.” She unhooks her bra and tosses it at me.

I catch it and put it on top of the scarf.

For too brief a moment, she stretches her arms overhead in a long-limbed pose. “Why are you staring at me that way? You must’ve seen a lot of bodies at your clubs that were nicer than mine.”

I’m so hard if I bumped my dick, it would probably crack in half. I guess if I ranked women’s bodies based on porn standards of what’s hot, Raine might not come out on top. But that’s not how I rank them.

Naked Raine is perfection because that’s what I’ve craved like nothing else since I first laid eyes on her. Other bodies all fall into one category. Not her.

She scampers into the shower and turns on the water. When she rubs shower gel onto the back of her shoulder, she hisses at the sting. Then she turns and rinses it off. “Ouch, ouch, ouch,” she whispers. “Did I miss anything?”

“No.”

Once the water is turned off, she grabs a towel and pats her injured flesh dry.

I drop her clothes in the sink and open the medicine cabinet. There are first aid supplies in case one of us gets stabbed or shot, but I give zero fucks about breaking into our stash.

“C’mere. I’ll bandage you up.”

She steps out and turns to face away from me. I stare at the beads of water on her back and the slope of her ass. My cock throbs impatiently.

After I slather some antibiotic ointment on her, I lick the water off the back of her neck.

She shudders. “Don’t. That gives me the shivers.”

I tape a gauze pad over the scrape and then slide an arm around her waist and pull her back against me.

“You’re going to ruin your suit.”

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