Steam encompassed the enclosure as I stepped under the stream of water. Wes had one of those rain-style sprayers that rose way above the stall and blanketed the space in comforting streams of warm water. There were two other nozzles fixed to each side of the rectangular space to give maximum force against sore backs and chests. With Wes’s primary hobby being surfing, I was certain the need for the massaging spray against back and front were necessary to work out some of the tension after a long bout in the frigid Pacific Ocean.
Wes entered the bathroom, dropped his pajama pants, and opened the glass door. I let my gaze wander shamelessly all over his naked body. He’d removed the bandage at his neck. A line cutting from the front of his jugular all the way around to the backside of his neck was marred with tons of tiny stitches.
I got as close as I dared, his thick erection poking me in the stomach when I maneuvered close enough to see the aftermath of his gunshot wound. Tentatively, I lifted a hand toward his neck. His entire body stiffened, but he allowed me to survey the wound unhindered by a bandage.
“How did you survive this?” I asked, knowing that most people who got shot in the neck bled out instantly.
“Gina,” he said as if that answered the question.
I frowned, realizing I hadn’t even asked if she was alive. “Did she make it?”
He nodded curtly. His body went from stiff to stone with that one question. “Technically, yes.” That was all he said, and I didn’t ask him to elaborate. Wes was home, and he would tell me what happened when he was ready. I didn’t know a lot about these things, but I knew enough that pushing someone to relive it right away could be damaging, too. I didn’t want to push Wes away. Instead, I’d use the hold-him-close-and-wrap-him-in-love theory. The one he’d used on me when I admitted what had happened with Aaron. I’d push for information later.
“That’s good, baby.”
He swallowed and put his hands on my waist, crushing me against his slick chest. “When they shot me, she acted quick. Covered the wound and used enough pressure to prevent me from losing too much blood until the team got to me. I was the first one out.”
I traced the wound with a finger. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes. Every time I move or swallow,” he admitted.
Wanting to take his mind off the pain and get back into our celebratory mode, I leaned forward and kissed around the stitches, moving toward the front to his chest. “How about I make you feel better?”
Wes grinned, his eyes sparkling with lust. He licked his lips, and I watched that slip of flesh longingly but there was another piece of him that demanded attention.
Kissing his chest, I dragged my tongue down the center all the way to his navel before clambering to my knees on the cold wet tile. Wes grabbed the towel I’d hung over the stall and dropped it to the floor. Water splattered across the beige fabric, darkening it. I frowned, and he nodded down at my legs.
“For your knees. I don’t want you hurt.”
I smiled, shoved the folded towel under my knees, and gripped his hips. I leaned forward, sliding my open mouth all over his lower belly. He braced himself between the tile and glass on opposite sides. Eagerly, I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock and held firm. His shaft strained toward my face, the wide helmet tip just grazing the edge of my bottom lip. Without taking my eyes off his, I tongued the tiny slit.
“Fuck!” He closed his eyes and groaned.
“Open your eyes, Wes.” The words came out rushed and pained.
One of his hands tunneled into the back of my hair, and he grabbed a handful. “Mia, sweetheart, I’m right here, waiting for my woman to wrap those pretty pink lips over my dick and make me forget everything but the sweet heaven of her mouth.”
When Wes talked dirty during sex and used that commanding tone, I lost my mind. Ribbons of electricity sizzled at the tips of my fingers and down through my body to zap at my clit where it ached and throbbed.
Before he could say another word, I took his fat cock down my throat in one go.
“Sweet, fucking hell. So goddamned good.” He roared as I hollowed out my cheeks while tonguing the underside.