Page 84 of Beautiful Soldier

“You liked fucking Magnum, didn’t you?”

I lick my lips. I can tell he wants me to say no, but I’m not going to lie to him. There’s no reason to anymore. “Yes.”

He presses his lips together. He’s just finished lathering his hair with shampoo. Soap bubbles line his hair, giving him a child-like look. “Can I tell you something?”

I nod.

“Watching that turned me on.” He gives a quick shake of his head as we switch positions again. He lets the water wash the soap from his hair, and I wait for him to talk, sensing he’ll get this out on his own time. “I thought I’d want to kill anyone who touched you, and I think I would. IknowI would. If it had been Jiko who was doing that, and I could tell you weren’t comfortable, I would’ve killed him right then and there. This was different though. You like Magnum.”

I nod, blinking away some of the water that runs down my face. I’ve told Johnny this before. I’ve used those same words to describe my feelings for Magnum, but I wonder if it’s the sex aspect that made him see it. His father has taught him that the gang and sex is all he needs. Maybe it was how I was with Jacob when we did it. Maybe he saw us in there and discovered not just two people fucking for the fun of it. Which is fun, too, but that’s just not what this is. It’s something different. He saw two people coming together because they care.

Johnny cups my face and brings us both under the spray. His head blocks the pulse of water from hitting me directly in my face until it’s just a nice coating of droplets. It’s as if we’re under a waterfall, spray coating us.

“Do you feel the same way when you’re with me? You looked like you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Kyla.”

I reach up, threading my fingers behind his neck. “The absolute same.”

He lowers his mouth to kiss me. It’s soft and comforting. Not usually the type of kisses Johnny gives, but I kiss him back with the same slow tenderness. “My mind tells me you’re breaking me.” He hovers his lips over mine. “But my heart tells me you’re fixing me.”

He moves me until my back is against the shower. With as beat up as he is, his dick still works. It’s hard against my stomach, poking my belly. Johnny deepens the kiss, then lifts me until he’s at my entrance. He slides inside, holding me against the shower as he fucks me nice and slow. It’s a quiet torture. A beautiful, maddening pleasure that builds over a simmering heat. We cherish one another. We make promises until the water runs cold, and eventually, we come together in a perfect moment amid dual gasps and moans.

He pulls back, and even though his face is marred and broken, he holds me steady in his gaze, and I’m absolutely certain that just meant something more than just reaching for the climax of pleasure.

He guides me back to my feet and pulls out. His cum drips down my leg as he steps back into the shower spray, washing himself, rinsing away the evidence of what we just shared. He steps out, and I replace him, standing under the showerhead, rinsing a final time under chilled water before turning it off.

Johnny waits for me with a fluffy towel, wrapping it around me as he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bed.

I giggle like I’m a little girl. “You shouldn’t be carrying me around. You’re hurt.”

He smiles down at me, but the look is all wrong with his swollen face. It’s a contrast to the swollen cuts.

“I should get you some ice.”

“I’ll get it,” he says, pushing my shoulders back to the bed.

He moves to stand, but I hold back on his hand. “Let me take care of you.” I pull back with more force when he doesn’t immediately listen and then give him a wink as he falls to the bed. I get up, wrapping the towel around myself and head out to the kitchen to grab the ice pack. I knew these would come in handy,I just didn’t think they would be used for something like this.

A knock comes on the door as I close the freezer. “It’s Jacob,” Johnny calls out.

I go to the door and open it. Jacob peers at me in my state and gives me a half smile. “Is our boy better?”

“I hope so,” I tell him, holding up the ice pack. “I was about to give him this. Come on,” I tell him, nodding toward the bedroom.

Magnum and I reach the bedroom to find Johnny sprawled under a sheet. He looks up at Mag lazily. “Is it done?”

“Done.”

Johnny sighs as I hold the ice pack over him. He takes it from me and shoos my hand away. “I’ll probably be getting a call soon.” He looks toward the bathroom, and my gaze falls to his pants.

“Got it,” Mag says, holding Johnny’s phone out. “I found it on the coffee table when I went back to make sure Jiko did what he was told.”

“I forgot,” Johnny says. He holds his hand out and Magnum tosses the phone to him.

“I called Oscar and Brawler.”

I nod.

“They’re coming over.”

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