Page 41 of Tear Me to Pieces
“Myra.” I say her name gently. I don’t want her to be embarrassed around me. Not about anything. When she doesn’t react, I move closer, reaching out to encircle her wrist with my fingers, stalling her movements. “Sweetheart, look at me.”
I don’t know if it’s the accidental endearment or my closeness that has her head snapping my way, but Myra looks ten times more terrified now than she did closing in on an unknown attacker with nothing but a nightstand drawer for a weapon. And it makes my heart hurt. Makes me want to find a way to break her ex-husband out of jail just so I can put him in the ground.
I shake my head, lifting my other hand to cup her cheek. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of on that bed.”
Myra’s chin lifts, her shoulders straightening, a little of her panic slipping away under the weight of defiance. “I’m not ashamed.”
“Good.” I don’t know what has caused this sudden shift in her emotions, but I’ll take her aggravation over shame any day. I still want to know what caused her immediate reaction, though. “Why are you trying to hide it then?”
“Because it’s private.” She snatches the vibrator off the bed and shoves it into the hole where her drawer used to be. “You’re not supposed to see things like that.”
“Why not?” A smile teases my lips at the memory of what happened earlier. “We’re not exactly strangers anymore.” I lean in, loving that she doesn’t step away from me as my lips brush against hers. “Don’t forget, you came against my dick not long ago. I don’t see any reason I shouldn’t see what else you’ve come against.”
Myra sucks in a breath, one hand coming to spread flat over my stomach.
I was planning to eventually convince myself I couldn’t repeat that indiscretion again, but it never would have actually happened. Now that I know how sweet she sounds when she comes undone, there’s not a thing in this world that could stop me from chasing another climax through her lips.
Not even myself.
“How often do you and your little friend hang out?” I can’t even begin to guess where Myra is when it comes to sex and physicality. I know she’s had it. I’m also pretty confident she didn’t enjoy it.
But I’m positive she enjoyed what happened between us earlier. And finding out how easy it is to make her come has only made me bolder. The question I just asked is proof of that.
“Why does that matter?” She doesn’t answer me, and that’s okay. I’m happy to give her more motivation to offer the information I’m after.
“I was just thinking I’d be happy to offer my services.” I run the tip of one finger over her mouth. “If you ever decide you’d like a more manual type of application.”
Again, Myra inhales sharply. At first I think it’s a gasp of surprise, but then her eyes lift to mine, pupils completely blown, and I become suspicious it’s actually arousal controlling her lungs.
“What do you mean,manual?” Her question is breathless. Soft and sweet and it nearly makes me groan because she didn’t immediately shoot me down.
“I mean whatever you want me to mean.” I’ve worked hard to make sure Myra knows the ball is always in her court. Even when I was the primary party pushing things forward, she was always the one to make the first move. Backstage when she kissed me. Against the side of the truck after she told me to kiss her again. In each instance, Myra was the initiator.
I was just the one who followed through.
“I’m at your disposal.” My dick is coming alive, and there’s no way for me to hide it. Not standing here in nothing but my underwear. But there’s no going back now. “Any time. Any place. I’m more than happy to provide any service you require.”
“Oh.” The tip of Myra’s tongue skims across her lower lip and my dick flexes as my eyes track the slow path it makes across her plush, pink skin.
I don’t think she understands how fucking desperate I am to touch her. Honestly, I didn’t feel the full force of it until tonight when she kissed me. I worked so hard—stayed away so long—to tamp it all down. But once I felt her soft lips against mine, she sealed her own fate. There would be no going back. No slowing the train barreling down the tracks. I tried, and I failed.
I genuinely wanted to take a step back after our kiss backstage. I had good reasons for it. She’d been drinking—I could taste thebourbon on her tongue. She’d also just performed for the first time in front of a crowd, and that had her in a euphoric frame of mind.
But both the alcohol and the euphoria had worn off by the time she told me no man had ever gotten her off, and that knowledge was more than I’m capable of corralling.
I thought maybe being the first man to watch her come undone would satisfy me. At least for a little while.
Guess not.
“I...” Myra pulls in a quick breath before admitting, “I usually use it every morning before I get out of bed.”
Fuck. Every damn morning? I was just hoping for once a week, but once a day? I’ve died and for sure gone to heaven. In spite of all the shit I’ve done in my life.
“Look at the clock, Myra.” I move closer as she turns to glance over one shoulder, bringing my hands to her hips. “Tell me what time it is.”
She sways a little in my hold. “It’s four o’clock.”
“That sounds like morning to me.” I wrap one arm around her back. “The only problem is, you’re already out of bed, so we might have to bend the rules a little bit.”
