Page 73 of Provocation
Watching them is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, I decide right then and there, and when I see Mav’s face, his expression mirrors my sentiments absolutely.
Blake comes down, looking dazed, but then a steely determination takes over his features and I tense, ready to step in if I’m needed.
‘Another one,’ he murmurs, keeping the vibe pressed to her flesh. ‘Give me another one, gorgeous.’
Her body shudders and she pushes at his chest.
‘I can’t!’ she cries, her eyes opening and staring into his when he doesn’t let her go. ‘Red.’
His eyes widen and he pulls the toy away from her quicker than I can act. He pulls her off him carefully and turns, easing her down on the couch.
‘I’m sorry,’ she says breathlessly.
‘No,’ he breathes, leaning over her and kissing her cheek. ‘I’m sorry. I should have stopped. And never say sorry for using your safewords. Never, my perfect, beautiful little whore.’
‘Okay.’
‘Promise me. Promise me that no matter what, even if you think we’ll be disappointed, you’ll never be sorry.’
‘I promise,’ she whispers, and I see him relax, his eyes closing as he lets out a long breath.
‘I love you,’ he says.
The three words he utters aren’t whispered. He says them so that she can hear them, so that we all can.
I feel my mouth drop open. I wasn’t sure Blake was capable of such a thing a few weeks ago. Maybe he wasn’t before Daisy, but he’s serious. He means those three words to his core.
She stares at him, and, with a shaky hand, she cups his face. She doesn’t say it back, but he doesn’t seem upset by that.
‘I wanted you to know,’ he says, and I know he’s not just telling her that, he’s telling Mav and I as well.
Mav steps forward, putting a hand on Blake’s shoulder. He barely acknowledges it, but he doesn’t shy away either.
‘How are you feeling?’ Mav asks, sounding a little concerned.
She smiles, her hand dropping away to fall to the couch like she doesn’t have the strength to keep it up.
‘Good. Sore.’ She frowns. ‘Wet. Sticky. A little cold.’
‘Shower?’ I ask and she yawns but gives me a tiny nod.
Mav winks at her and disappears. I hear the small shower start a moment later.
‘Do you want a little privacy?’ I ask.
Blake begins to move away, but her hand flies out to stop him.
‘Can you help me?’ she asks him.
He nods and stands, pulling her up to her feet. Her legs shake a little and she grabs the back of the couch to steady herself, so he picks her up, holding her close and murmuring something into her ear that makes her relax against him.
‘Come on, gorgeous,’ he says and takes her to the bathroom, closing the door behind them.
I sink down to the couch.
‘Fuck,’ I whisper.
Mav sits next to me. ‘Fuck is right.’
