Page 148 of Ace My Heart

“You’re right, Stink. You should probably go take a shower, anyway.” He leaned over and distractedly kissed the bullet scar on my back. It was healing very well; shiny pink skin having replaced raw redness. Joel always kissed me there.

I got off the lounge and trotted up the stairs. Julie and Sandra were sitting on the rug in the living room while Shaun zoomed cars under the coffee table. The two women got on surprisingly well. It was pretty clear that Sandra liked having a child in the house.

Inside Joel’s room I stripped off my exercise clothes and stepped into the monster shower in his en suite. The warm water felt great on my skin, and I closed my eyes and put my face into the spray, before grabbing some shampoo and lathering it through my hair.

How he moved so quietly I’d never know.

“Is this a more appropriate venue?”

His words were my only warning that Joel had joined me in the shower. I managed not to jump – I was getting used to him sneaking up on me.

“I suppose this will do,” I replied coyly, turning towards him and tilting my head back under the spray to rinse the shampoo from myhair. I opened my eyes to see Joel staring hungrily at my breasts, thrust in his direction, shampoo bubbles slowly sliding over them. I smirked up at him as I ran my fingers down my chest and across my rapidly puckering nipples.

“I’m a lucky man,” Joel murmured, reaching out to cup and fondle my breasts, and I glanced down to see his dick hard against his belly, sending a shock wave of aching heat between my legs. I looked back up into his eyes as I slowly went to my knees in front of him.

A choking gasp erupted from him as I took that throbbing length into my mouth, laving my tongue around the head before sucking it deep into my throat.

“Fuck, Mel, you’re going to be the death of me,” he cursed, but I watched him brace himself against the wall, his hips thrusting slightly. I reached around and gripped his muscular butt, letting him know it was okay for him to fuck my mouth.

“Ungh!” he groaned as I felt him hit the back of my throat. I moaned around his beautiful cock, sucking harder.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” he rasped.

With a pop, I let his cock go. “Well, you have a choice to make,” I began, taking his cock in my hand and caressing it. His eyes were locked on my hand on him. “Either I can keep going and finish you off with my mouth …”

“Or?” He demanded between gritted teeth.

I grinned, standing up. “Or you can bend me over and get us both off.”

“Bend over,” he demanded darkly, and with a shiver of raw anticipation, I complied.

Quite some time later, I was dried and dressing in the clothes that Joel had picked out for me – I’d moved most of my wardrobe over from my apartment. My apartment was being leased out; after learning about what Thomas had done in there, I had decided I’d rather be a temporary house guest of Sandra than live there again.

Joel watched me from the bed, dressed in jeans and a button up shirt in a colour that matched mine. He thought it was cute when we were coordinated, since we’d always unintentionally dressed that way before we were together.

I eyed him suspiciously. “Why are we getting so dressed up?” I asked. “Do we have plans tonight?

Joel shrugged. “Nope.” He sounded suspiciously innocent. I glared at him and made for the door. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me down on top of him on the bed.

“What’s the hurry?” he asked as he trailed his fingers up and down my sides. “Isn’t it nice just to be alone?”

I struggled. “Your mother already thinks I’m a sex addict without us fuelling that suspicion any further.”

Joel chuckled. “No, she thinksI’mthe sex addict, not you. And she’s wrong, anyway.”

I snorted. “Yeah right, pull the other one, pal!”

Joel turned the full force of his blue eyes on me and I stopped talking.

“I’m not a sex addict. I’m a Melanie Black addict.” He grinned at me, then leaned down and nuzzled at my neck.

I giggled and squirmed under him. “Well, they don’t have AA meetings for that.”

Joel wrapped himself around me. “Thank God for that. Ineverwant to beat this addiction!”

The doorbell rang. I leaned away from Joel, but he made no attempt to get up.

“Aren’t you going to answer the door?” I asked. He sat up, shaking his head.