Page 40 of Unlocked

“Come on, let’s take a shower,” Bo suggests. I take his hand allowing him to lead me into the bathroom. I head into the toilet closet to relieve myself while he turns on the shower for it to warm up. He takes his turn at the toilet, of course not bothering to shut the door. When he’s finished, we enter the shower together. He’d placed my shampoo and other items in the bathroom yesterday before our nap. He takes my bottle of shampoo from my hands squirting a generous amount onto his palm. “Turn,” he commands. I comply. He proceeds to wash my hair in a shockingly thorough, tender fashion. His short nails scratch over my scalp, massaging it perfectly before working the lather down the long strands. He repeats his actions with the conditioner. Then he washes the rest of my body, leaving me clean from head to toe.

At last, it’s my turn. He kneels so I can reach his dark hair which is in a short military style cut. I take my time scrubbing over his broad, muscled back, his legs before moving in front of him. I run the cloth down his arms, back up to move over hischest in slow circles. His abdomen twitches under my touch. I drop my hand lower to his very alert member that is standing at attention. I wash him, taking time to give proper consideration to his large heavy sack hanging behind. He groans from my ministrations. I giggle at the frustrated sound.

“Sweet girl,” He groans. “You’re playing with fire.” I smile, suddenly feeling bold again like I had last night when I begged him to fuck me. I might not be able to take his cock in my pussy, but I have perfectly good mouth. I’ve never done this before, but I want to. I want to drive him wild, make him shoot his cum down my throat. I slowly drop to my knees. “Shelby!” he grunts when I take him into my mouth. Being a little too eager, I take him as deep as I can, but I gag and jerk my head back, losing his cock. “You don’t have to do this, sweet girl.” I look up at him, blinking as the water from the shower hitting his back, mists into my eyes.

“I want to,” I confess. “I just don’t know what I’m doing.” He cocks his head to the side with a grin.

“You are off to a good start,” Bo growls, heatedly. “It feels good.” Emboldened by his praise, I take him in my mouth again, lowering down on his length, taking more care to not gag myself this time. Sliding him in and out, I grow more confident as his grunts and praise continue, getting more urgent as he grows closer. He’s too long for me to take all of him without gagging, so I grip the base with my fist. Moving my mouth and hand in tandem, I suck gently as I take him down, sucking harder on the way up, gulping like I’m drinking a milkshake. “Fuck!” I smile around his shaft, continuing to work him until he grips my hair in his hands. “I’m about to cum, baby,” he warns. “You can finish me with your hand.” I’d scoff if my mouth wasn’t so full. I ignore his suggestion and suck him down, swallowing when he hits the back of my throat. Hot, salty goodness explodes into my mouth.I swallow and suck pulling more from him. I drink down every drop, loving how he tastes. At last, I release him with a loud pop.

He pulls me to my feet, kissing me senseless. I yelp when he lifts me off my feet to set me on the shelf along the back wall. “What are you doing?” I gasp. He grabs my knees pushing them apart, spreading me wide.

“Returning the favor, sweet girl.” He grins wickedly. Then his head is buried in my heat, feasting like it’s his last meal. I’m moaning and wiggling under his assault. He’s an expert with his mouth. He has already figured out just the right amount of pressure to use against my delicate nub. Flicking it with his tongue until it’s hard and throbbing, begging for more. He gives me a lick from my opening to my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Alternating how hard he sucks, he penetrates me with two fingers. There’s no easing me into it.

“Oh, God! Yes!” I cry. My hips begin bucking against his mouth. Gone is my humiliation at him up in my business. I fuck his mouth, chasing the high only he has given me. He pushes my thighs even further apart with his elbows, while still working his fingers and mouth. Without warning, I fly apart, shuddering in my release. “Bo!” I scream, even as I keep working my hips. His mouth and fingers keep working me, drawing out my pleasure until I can take no more, and I’m pushing against his head instead of holding him to me.

He rears back on his heels with a cocky grin. “Good?” He quirks an eyebrow. I laugh, breathlessly.

“What? My screaming your name didn’t give you a clue?” I sass. His grin grows wider. He leans in to kiss my belly, resting his head in my lap. The water is beginning to cool. He stands, pulling me to my feet. He shuts off the water, grabbing a couple of towels, hastily wrapping one around his waist. The other he uses to dry my hair and body before wrapping it around me, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Thank you, my sweet girl,” Bo mumbles against my lips. “I’ve wanted to use that shelf since I moved in, but it never felt right to bring someone here, not until you came into my life.” My heart flutters wildly. I’m overcome with how much I love this man.

A little later, after we’ve dressed and eaten breakfast, Bo grabs his keys, pocketing them before turning to me. “Time to go, sweet girl.”

“Where are we going?” I question, having forgotten all about the therapy appointment he had told me about yesterday. I’ve had other more carnal things on my mind. I didn’t even have a nightmare last night, not that I slept a long time, but still, I feel different now.

“We have to leave for the clinic so you aren’t late for your appointment,” he tells me. “I tried to cancel the SANE nurse, but they wouldn’t let me. You will have to tell them yourself that you don’t want it. They didn’t believe me when I told them it wasn’t necessary. I suppose I can understand. After all a male calling to cancel that type of appointment is suspicious. I’m sure they figure I’m the perpetrator wanting to keep you from documenting it.”

“Well, I will make them understand it isn’t necessary,” I declare. “I can appreciate where they are coming from, but you made me the appointment. You should be able to cancel it.”

We arrive at the clinic a little while later. The receptionist takes my name and information, sending us to wait in the lobby. A woman opens a door to the back, calling my name. We stand to follow the woman. She gives Bo a hard look but waits until we are in the intake room before saying anything. She begins to get my vital signs. While the automatic machine does its thing, she turns to us. “I have to ask you several very personal questions. Due to regulations surrounding mental health assessments and evaluations, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask your friend to stepout until we are finished with them. Additionally he won’t be allowed to sit in on your session with the therapist until she has the information she needs and feels it’s appropriate.” I nod, glancing up at Bo.

“Whatever you need, sweet girl,” he says, kneeling down next to me. “I’ll just be in the lobby if you need me.” I give him a smile and nod. He presses a soft kiss to my temple before standing. “Please come get me if she needs me?” He looks to the nurse expectantly.

“Of course,” she agrees. He steps away heading back to the lobby, while I answer her questions. The woman glances in his direction making sure he was out of earshot before she begins asking a series of very personal questions about if I feel safe or if an intimate partner has harmed me. I readily deny every one, though I’m sure with my bruised and battered face she thinks I’m lying.

“I know this looks bad,” I say pointing to my face. “But he had nothing to do with it.” She looks in the direction he’d gone, then back at me. “I was abducted by some crazy terrorists and held for five days before he was able to find me and get me away from them.” The woman’s face shows an awareness.

“You were one of the women from the incident at the Stars and Stripes?” I frown at the question, because the reality of what had happened had been kept out of the press. I hesitate unsure how to answer her. “My husband is an officer who worked the scene. I know it isn’t supposed to be common knowledge, but he’d been really upset when he’d returned home that night. He’d told me how beaten up the women had been and how one of them kept begging them to leave her so no one else died if her vest exploded.” I close my eyes and shudder when the memories try to invade. “I’m so sorry!” she apologizes. “I’m such an insensitive twit.” I wave her off, but I’m struggling to keep my composure.

“It’s all right,” I utter, breathing deeply to calm down my racing heart. The nurse jumps up leaving me alone. My heart pounds faster as the terror I’d felt waiting for the vest to detonate comes flooding back. I had been so worried about Bo and the others who kept lingering around while we waited for Dalton to arrive. Suddenly Bo is at my side, dragging me to my feet and wrapping his arms around my waist. I relax into him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You okay, sweet girl?” he asks, staring down at me. “You look a little upset.”

“I’m good, now,” I say, breathing in his masculine scent. He turns us so we are chest to chest and holds me until I’m no longer trembling. The nurse keeps apologizing with a pained expression. I lift my head. “Truly, it’s fine. I know you didn’t intend to upset me.”

She is eager to cancel the other appointment for me after I explain I don’t need it. I’m a little concerned they will think I’m lying because Bo is with me, but the woman seems to understand. She glances at him before saying to me, like he isn’t standing right there, “He’s so good to you, just like my Henry. Always making sure I have what I need, even if it’s just him there to hold my hand.” I nod my agreement.

The appointment with the therapist goes better than I had expected. The therapist is patient and kind letting me have the time I need to talk about what had happened to me. She spends the better part of the hour listening to my history and story of recent events. Then she allows Bo to come in with us at my request. I need the safety his presence provides after exposing my raw emotions.

He enters the room, taking in the woman sitting in a large comfortable chair across from me on a sofa with plenty of fluffy pillows. I’m cradling one of them to me, using it as a shield to keep the evil away. My face is tear-stained. I’m sure I looka hot mess with my eyes and nose red and swollen. He moves gracefully across the room.

When he reaches me, I expect him to sit next to me, but he scoops me up into his arms before settling onto the couch with me in his lap. “How are you, sweet girl?” he asks like the therapist isn’t sitting right there.

“Okay, better than I thought I’d be,” I offer. “Thank you for joining us. I wanted her to meet you. She wants to see me again soon. I wasn’t sure if you’d be available to bring me or not? I know you have your job to consider.”

“Of course, I’m available for whatever you need,” Bo informs me. “Luke will understand about any time off I need to take. You are what is important, sweet girl.” I lean into him. The therapist, Bo, and I discuss techniques to help me cope when I’m feeling overwhelmed. By the time the appointment is over, I’m feeling better about everything.

We head back to Bo’s place and spend the rest of the day in bed. Using Bo’s phone, I call Marley late in the day to let her know I’m okay. I really need to look into getting a replacement phone, but that is a project for tomorrow. Clicking on her contact information, I place the phone on speaker. Bo has gone into the laundry room to put on a load of our clothes.

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