What would happen when this Shiloh saw how dark and twisted I could be? If she got a glimpse of the me I kept just under the surface? The girl she’d been before freaked the fuck out. Turned on me and never looked back. The spiral that had come from that, I never wanted to repeat it.

  Blaise had said I didn’t love her, and I knew he didn’t think I had it in me to love. He’d said what I’d experienced with Shiloh was infatuation on a level that was dangerous. If that was what she had on me—this fucking insane pull—I didn’t care. I’d tried to hate her, I’d tried to quit her, and then Levi had told me she was on a motherfucking date. I snapped. The outcome hadn’t been a pleasant one for anyone in this house.

  She was here now. With me. And damn if she was leaving me again. Not until I was done. When I could get my fucking fill and let her go, then she could leave. If that day came.

  Watching her prepare the bed for me to stretch out on and get the pillows piled up made the damn beast inside of me roar. He only seemed to wake up in her presence. No one else had ever triggered it. When she had it to her liking, she turned to look at me. I was trying real fucking hard to slow myself down. Demanding she walk around naked the next two days wasn’t going to go over well, and I knew that. But damn if I didn’t want to demand it.

  “Ready?” she asked, walking over to me.

  I reached for the one crutch I used and stood up before she could get to me.

  She pursed her lips. “I could have helped you.”

  Damn, she was sexy.

  “Then, help me,” I replied, waiting on her to come over and put my arm around her shoulders. Which I no longer needed. She didn’t know that though.

  Once I had her on my side, I let her think she was getting me to the bed. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the way she felt up against me. When we reached the bed—much slower than if I’d have just walked over here—I turned and sat down, then scooted back.

  I looked up at her, and she was frowning.

  “I’m not sure you need me.”

  “Trust me, baby, I need you,” I assured her. In so many ways.

  She didn’t seem convinced but went to adjust the pillows behind me. They were fine, but if this was going to get her tits in my face, she could fucking do what she wanted. Reaching up, I cupped one of her full tits in my hand and squeezed. She froze and looked down at me.

  “Take your time,” I said, rubbing my thumb over her nipple, wishing this shirt were off.

  She stood up slowly, as if she hadn’t wanted to move but she was finished with the pillows. “Can I get you something to eat? Or drink?”

  “You can lie down beside me,” I said.

  She bit her bottom lip and glanced over at the chair she used to sit in. Like hell was she sitting over there now.

  “You sure it’ll be comfortable for you?”

  “Swear.”

  She slipped off her shoes and walked around to climb onto the bed.

  “All the way over here,” I said, knowing she was going to stop too far away.

  She moved until the side of her body brushed up against mine.

  “What do you want to watch?” I asked, picking up the remote and turning on the television.

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  I flicked through the movies until I found one we’d once watched on a date. She wouldn’t know that, but I wanted to see her watch it. There were some heavy sex scenes in it, and I’d had a memorable time with her in the back row of the dark theater.

  Turning it on, I stretched out my arm and looked at her. “Come here.”

  She paused. “Will this hurt your ribs?”

  “Not if you’re gentle.”

  She moved closer and laid her head on my shoulder, turning into me. I slid my good leg between her legs. She finally curled into me. Fucking hell, I’d missed this. Turning, I pressed my mouth to the top of her head and kissed it. Soaking in her scent.

  The movie was starting, and her attention was focused on it completely. My eyes, however, were on her long, smooth legs that my leg was resting between. My tan skin against her pale skin had always stirred my possessive side. Didn’t know fucking why, but with Shiloh, nothing had ever made sense.

  Finally tearing my eyes off her body before my dick got any harder, I watched the screen. It was thirty minutes before the first sex scene started. The explicit nature of it caused her cheeks to flush. She wiggled a little, and I bent my knee, moving my leg up until it pressed against her pussy. I felt her body freeze. I rubbed my leg against her, and she gasped, and then her eyes went back to the screen.

  Slowly, she began to rock against my leg. The hand I didn’t have wrapped around her fisted at my side. She pressed down harder, and I pushed against her.

  “Rub it off on me, baby,” I whispered close to her ear. I watched the goose bumps cover her arms.

  Her little pants were going straight to my dick. I stuck my hand down the front of my shorts and adjusted myself. The scene ended, but I wasn’t done with this.

  “Take off your shorts for me,” I said.

  She tilted her head back and looked up at me.

  “Get them off and let me play.”

  Her sharp intake of air caused her bottom lip to fall open slightly. I wanted to suck it into my mouth. I pulled my leg out from between hers, and she lifted her hips and tugged the shorts down until she could kick them off. The pink cotton bikini-cut panties taunted me by covering up what I wanted to see. She wasn’t ready yet, and I knew it.

  I waited until she lay back down beside me. “Open your legs for me,” I told her while my hand moved down her stomach and slipped under the front of her panties.

  When I slid my finger inside, she let out a moan.

  “You’re soaking wet,” I told her, and she let out a soft little cry. “Watch the movie and let me play with this hot little pussy.”

  Another sweet sound. Her eyes were locked on my hand beneath her panties.

  “You like seeing my hand spreading you open?”

  She nodded, her chest rising and falling fast. I wanted her tits bared so I could watch them. Her eyes closed, and she pressed her head back against the pillow and moaned. Fuck, how had I gone five years without that view?

  I pulled my hand out and sucked on my fingers. Her eyes flew open, and she watched me.

  “What do I have to do to get you to sit on my face?”

  She frowned. “What?”

  “Take off those panties and sit on my face, Shiloh. You used to love to do it,” I assured her.

  She inhaled sharply and bit her bottom lip. I could see her thinking about it. I had wanted to go slow, but, damn, I needed to bury my face in that hot cunt.

  “I did?” she asked, sounding unsure.

  I grinned. “You were as addicted to my tongue on your pussy as I was to the taste of it.”

  “Oh,” she breathed.

  The hesitation was starting to shift toward nervousness. Before I let her think too hard, I turned on my side, hoping she didn’t notice how easily I could do that now, and pressed my lips against hers. Softly taking nips of her full bottom lip until her tongue brushed against mine. A whisper of a moan escaped her, and I continued to deepen the kiss. The taste of fucking peaches was still as intoxicating. Her fingers delicately swept across my cheek before they tangled in my hair.

  My hand drifted down, past her smooth and flat stomach, and back inside the panties she still hadn’t taken off for me. A small whimper came from her throat as she opened her legs. The slick heat that met my fingers caused the fucking beast inside me to stretch and rumble. This belonged to me. I could feel the urgency to possess her grip me.

  “Give me your pussy,” I whispered against her lips as my fingers pressed and stroked in the places I knew would make her desperate.

  Her heavy breathing was warm against my skin as her eyes met mine.

  “Please,” I added, ready to fucking beg her if that was what it would take.

  When she moved to sit up, I pulled my hand back out and licked her from my fingers while she tugged her panties down, then discarded them. I was still enjoying the taste of her when she turned to me. She dropped her gaze to my middle finger as I ran the tip of my tongue up it.

  “How do I do this?” she whispered.

  I laid my head back on the pillow and held my hand out to her. “Straddle my face like my mouth is my cock.”

  Her hand slipped into mine, and she pulled herself up onto her knees. After looking down at me one more time, she followed my directions.

  I let go of her hand and grabbed her ass, tugging her closer. “Hold on to the headboard, baby.”

  When she was in place, I trailed my tongue slowly through her slit before circling her swollen clit. Fuck, that was sweet. I felt her tremble, and my dick throbbed in my sweatpants. Pulling her down closer to my face, I inhaled her, rubbing my nose against her sensitive folds while fucking her with my tongue.

  “Oh my God,” she panted, slowly moving her hips as I tasted and sucked. “Gage.” The desperate plea went straight to my dick.

  I took one hand off her soft, round ass and shoved the front of my pants down until my swollen erection was free. I could feel the pre-cum already leaking from the tip. I gripped it in my fist and began to pump as I drowned myself in the sweet taste of the best pussy I’d ever had.

  “Ride my face,” I told her.

  She looked down at me and shuddered.

  “Feel good, baby?” I asked her, taking my other hand and running my finger through the wet folds.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “God, yes.”

  Her eyes stayed locked with mine as she rocked her hips back and forth over my mouth.

  “Fucking love this pussy,” I growled, sinking my finger further into her tight hole.

  “AH! I can’t,” she cried out. “Oh, oh, oh! Please don’t stop.”

  This place could burn down around us, and I wouldn’t stop until she climaxed on my face. Her little pleas had my hand working harder over my cock.

  “That’s it, sweet baby. Come all over my tongue. I want to fucking drown in it.”

  Her body jerked over me then, and I watched her head fall back. Goddamn, she was gorgeous. She screamed my name, pressing down hard on my tongue, and I shouted as my own cum shot onto my stomach. I reached up and grabbed her ass once again and held her there while the last tremors ran through her body.

  When she stilled, I took one more long lick that caused her to shudder before she lifted herself up and off me. I watched her face, waiting to see how she was going to react to what we’d just done. Her eyes slid down me until they froze on my semi-hard cock lying against my semen-covered stomach. I smiled as those eyes widened before she turned to meet my gaze.

  “You came on my face, baby. Smelling like fucking heaven and tasting just as sweet. Yeah, I got the fuck off on it,” I said, smirking.

  Those pretty blue eyes swung back to my stomach. “Can I touch it?” she asked hesitantly.

  “My cum or my dick? Not that it matters. You can touch whatever the fuck you want.” I was gonna be hard again in record time.

  “Cum,” she said softly as her cheeks flushed.

  Then, she reached out and ran a finger over my stomach, swirling it around as if my fucking load was fascinating. Holy hell, I wasn’t sure how long I could just lie here and watch this.

  She let out a small gasp when my cock hardened again.

  I laughed, and her eyes swung up to meet mine.

  “Shiloh, honey, you’re fucking playing with my cum. What did you expect?”

  “But I read … I mean, I thought it took longer than that to… you know.”

  I shook my head.

  “Oh,” she breathed, then moved her attention back to my cock.

  “Keep that up, and I’m gonna have you riding my dick next, baby. I’m trying to go slow, but you aren’t making that easy.”

  She sat back and curled her legs up under her. My eyes went to her still-bare pussy.

  “You need rest. This is too much strain on you. Let me get dressed, and I’ll go get you something to drink and eat.” She paused and looked back at my stomach. “I’ll, uh, get you something to clean that up.”

  I smirked as she scrambled off the bed, giving me a perfect view of her naked ass. She bent over and slipped her panties back on, then grabbed her shorts. I wished she’d leave the fucking shorts off, but I didn’t say anything. Pushing her too fast could mess this up. I had to gauge where was too far with her. This wasn’t forever, and it wasn’t love.

  Blaise had once said Shiloh and I were toxic together.

  He wasn’t wrong. We had been. Even if she didn’t remember it.

  Keeping a line there that we didn’t cross emotionally was the only way we could do this. It was the only way I knew we could survive it. Getting my own fucked up need for her and possessiveness under some form of control was the biggest issue.

  She walked back into the room with a damp cloth, and I expected her to hand it to me, but she began to wipe me clean herself. Didn’t help my current state of arousal. A low groan came from my throat when she wrapped her cloth-covered hand around my dick and moved it up and down. Her eyes darted to mine when she finished and pulled my sweats back up.

  “What can I get you from the kitchen?” she asked.

  I could get down to the kitchen, but I wasn’t sure telling her that was the best idea. The more she realized I no longer needed a nurse, the more I risked the chance of her leaving. She was mine for two days to hopefully fuck out of my system. Get her out of my head and manage to function without violent urges when I thought about another man touching her.

  “With your help, I can get down to the kitchen,” I told her. “Why don’t we order something and find a movie to watch downstairs?”

  She held her hand out to me. “Okay.”

  Apparently, she was going to help me sit up. I gave her my hand and let her think she was pulling me into a sitting position. It took longer with her help to stand, and not smiling at how fucking cute she was while concentrating was hard.

  I was playing a dangerous game.

  In the back of my mind, there was, What if you can’t fuck her out of your system? What then?

  I didn’t have the answer to that.

  Twenty-Three

  Shiloh

  “I want the cheeseburger, medium well, with provolone cheese and mushrooms,” I told Gage after looking at the menu he’d pulled up on his phone.

  “That’s not how you like your cheeseburgers,” he said.

  Frowning, I nodded my head. “Yes, it is.”

  “No, baby, it isn’t. I’ve ordered you a cheeseburger more times than I can count. You were very specific about how you wanted them.”

  This was about before me. So far, I had liked all the food he’d suggested. Perhaps I would like this too. “Fine. Order it the way I used to eat it, but I doubt I’ll like it as good.”

  He smirked as he dialed the number. I listened to him order his food, waiting to hear how I used to like my cheeseburgers. “Cheeseburger, medium, siracha mayo, cheddar cheese, and skinny fries on the burger, not beside it.”

  My jaw dropped. Was he serious?

  He cut his eyes at me and winked. How was it that when this man winked, it made anything he said okay? My insides felt all gooey and soft.

  When he was done, he dropped his phone beside him, then reached over and pulled me closer to him. I wanted to curl up in his lap and purr like a freaking kitten. This Gage was addictive. I wasn’t clingy or needy, but I could easily become that with him. Not a pleasant thought. That was not something I wanted to turn into.

  Gage put an arm around me so that I could lean in against him.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, thinking of his ribs.

  “You won’t,” he replied, taking his other hand and dragging me against him.

  Fine. I would just be careful. His bare chest and raised scar from the knife, which was still angry-looking but closed up now, held my attention. I’d touched his semen earlier because I really wanted a reason to feel his stomach. Now, I wanted to run my hands over his pecs and see how his hard chest felt under my fingertips.

  “In the mood for a horror film tonight?” he asked me as he flipped through the movie options on the television.

  Sitting downstairs in the living room was new for me. I’d barely even been in this room when I was here before. Gage had his cast on a large ottoman in front of him with his other foot on the floor. The cutoff sweatpants he wore hung low on his waist, giving me a view of the cut, defined V below his stomach.

  “Shiloh?”

  “Yeah?” I asked, tearing my eyes off his bare chest and stomach to meet his gaze.

  “Horror movie?” he asked, a smile teasing his lips. He’d caught me.

  I nodded my head.

  “Just so we’re clear,” he said, reaching over and taking my hand, then placing it on his chest, “you can touch me anywhere at any time.”

  That was entirely too much temptation. I looked at my hand on his chest, and he flexed beneath me. A small laugh bubbled up, and I glanced back up at his face. Lord, this man was pretty.

  “Go ahead. Explore,” he goaded me.

  I slowly ran my gaze down his neck and broad shoulders. Gently, I ran my fingertips over the pec that was furthest away from his knife wound. He felt like smooth stone under soft, warm skin. I splayed my palm against his skin and ran it down over each hard ripple of his abs.

  “Fuuuck,” he whispered.

  I paused, and my eyes flew back to his face. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes were on my hand. I moved my hand lower but continued to watch his face. The moment I slipped fingers beneath the sweats, his jaw went slack.