Page 113 of Coup De Grâce
I grunted. I hadn’t bothered to check it. All I cared about was getting clean.
She sighed, continuing to clean my body. “It’s pretty typical for someone to get a dressing wet when they’re trying to heal,” she said mockingly.
Yeah, she was pissed, but at the moment, I could hardly bring myself to care. I rested my head against the shower and let the water beat down against my body. It felt like a massage, which confirmed my suspicions.
I was fucking wrecked.
But then again, I hadn’t been wearing a seat belt during the crash, so the fact that I was even still alive was amazing.
When Eva finished washing the back of me, she moved onto the front, getting down on her knees to wash everything from my toes to my cock, which was straining at the sight of her mouth so close to it.
But sadly, she moved on, smirking at me for even thinking I was going to get a little help with my morning wood.
“What’s wrong, Cash? Do you need some help?”
I sucked in a ragged breath when her hand wrapped around my length and stroked gently. That sexy smirk on her face was nearly my undoing. With strength I didn’t know I had, I grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her against the wall. All the while, she continued to stroke me.
“Don’t tease me, kitten.”
“I hardly think you could call this teasing when I have you by the balls.” Then she slid her hand under my cock and gripped my balls. “Literally.”
I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her savagely as her hand slid back to my cock and stroked me hard and fast. I was panting, coming apart in her hands so easily, it was laughable.
All it took was two minutes and I was spilling my cum in her hand, wishing it was her pretty little mouth. But beggars couldn’t be choosers.
“There,” she smirked. “All better.”
I wasn’t at all better. In fact, I wanted her even more now than I had when I got in the shower. But as my fingers slid through her pussy, she gripped my hand and shot me a warning look.
“I think we have more important things to do.”
Never had she turned me down.
Never.
“Eva—”
“Relax, Cash.” Her smile eased the panic inside me momentarily. “I still love you. I still want you. But we have things to do, and as much as I would love to hide in here with you, you’ve been sleeping for nearly two days.”
That shocked the hell out of me. “Say what?”
The devious look on her face said it all.
“You had FNG give me more drugs.”
“You needed the rest, and you still do,” she shrugged. “I make no apologies for my choices.”
“Eva—”
“No,” she snapped, her voice losing all playfulness. “We’ve done things your way for way too fucking long. Now, we’re going to do things my way. And that includes giving you two fucking days to heal after you were nearly killed in a car crash.”
“There’s no time to rest,” I argued. “The Shadow Government is out there?—”
“Need I remind you that I found you in an alley, passed out in a puddle of piss and nearly dead?” she shouted. “If it weren’t for me tracking you, you would have fucking died out there. So, you’re going to stop giving me shit about the fact that I forced you to rest, and you’re going to let the rest of us help you because that’s what family does for each other. Am I clear?”
If there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that arguing with my hot-tempered wife when she was like this was beyond pointless.
Besides, she was fucking sexy when she bossed me around, though I would never tell her that. So, I gritted my teeth and pretended I was pissed at her.
