Page 68 of My Revenant
“I can do it myself,” he snapped.
“I know,” I answered and continued washing him anyway. He gave me a glare that could set fire to kindling, but he let me continue. My soapy fingers traced the curve of his ass. “Are you sore?”
“I’m fine,” he growled, but he was still letting me wash him, clearly not hating it as much as he wanted me to think he was. That was fine. Jonah wasn’t used to anyone taking care of him, so to finally have it felt like a weakness. But he’d get used to this, and eventually he’d feel safe enough to ask me for it.
“You can be fineandsore.”
“I’m fine,” he repeated, softer this time.
“Okay, baby.” I waited for him to tell me not to call him baby, but he didn’t, just turned away from me so I couldn’t see his face. I reached for the shampoo, adding some to my hand, and as hetensed again, I cut him off before he said what I knew he was about to. “I know you can do it yourself. But I want to do it.”
“Okay,” he said quietly, and I let my fingers run through his dark locks.
I took my time washing his hair, and the tension in his shoulders melted away the longer I did it. When I was done, I tilted his head softly to the side, my lips tracing over the marks I’d sucked into his neck last night.
“I’m fighting at the pier tonight.” Words spoken softly between kisses. “Will you come over afterwards?”
“I’ll come to the fight.”
“I’d rather you stay away from—”
“I said I’m coming!”
I sighed. “Then just promise me you won’t put yourself in any danger, especially not because of me.”
“What if that fuckhead says something again?”
I loved seeing him angry on my behalf. “Then you tell me and I’ll fuck him up myself. Okay?”
“Mnn.”
“Promise you won’t get involved?”
Jonah groaned. “Fine.”
“Thank you.”
I washed myself, not nearly as carefully as I’d washed him, and turned the water off, stepping out to get us towels.
When we were back in my room and dressed, I made sure Jonah put my jacket on again. I liked seeing him in it.
“I’m going to fuck you while you wear this next time,” I told him, and his cheeks immediately flushed pink, his brow furrowed, and he tried to make himself look angry about it.
“When’s next time?” He sounded so pouty it took all my self-control not to strip right now and throw him back on my bed.
“Tonight?”
Jonah nodded.
“I gotta go to work. I’ll see you there, then?”
He nodded again.
“You can stay here as long as you want to,” I told him, circling my arms around him again, and his eyes widened in shock as he looked up at me.
“You’d let me just stay here without you?”
“I doubt you’re gonna rob me, Rabbit, and if you wanted to, I wouldn’t care.” I’d give him everything I had right now if he wanted it. “The spare key is in the dead plant by the door. Now, I really gotta go. Roy’s gonna be pissed off as it is,” I said, silencing any further protests with my lips on his in a kiss that was meant to be quick but ended up lingering, leaving me wanting more when we parted. I groaned. “Okay.” One more kiss. “I’m going.” Another. And one more and then he was shoving me.
