“You look angry,” her sweet voice said as she turned to face me and placed a hand on my bare chest. “What’s wrong?”

  I looked down at her and then at the bikini. “Nothing,” I lied, but this shit was new.

  We hadn’t even made it a thing yet. I’d eaten her pussy a few times, played with it until she was crying my name. But nothing else.

  A blonde I’d fucked before but whose name I couldn’t remember walked up beside me and stopped, placing her hand on my arm as her bare boob pressed against my bicep. “It’s been a while,” she whispered.

  “And it’s going to be longer,” Shiloh said, stepping closer to me.

  The blonde glanced back at Shiloh and laughed. “Oh, sweetie. He knows what my mouth can do.”

  Shiloh tensed up, and I wrapped my arms around her. It was to reassure her, but also, I knew she could get just as mean if she wanted to.

  “I’m sure every guy here knows what it can do too.” Shiloh’s voice sounded like honey, and I grinned.

  Knowing I needed to stop this shit before it got out of hand, I looked at the blonde. “I’m clearly taken,” I told her.

  She lifted one shoulder. “When you get bored,” she said with a wink, then walked away.

  Shiloh’s angry glare followed her, and I reached down to take her chin, then turned her face toward me. Those blue eyes were bright with jealousy, and I liked it. Damn.

  “Easy, tiger,” I said, then ran a thumb over her bottom lip, thinking I needed to suck it.

  “Take me to a room. I don’t care which one, just somewhere,” she told me.

  “Why?”

  “Please,” she begged.

  Whatever the reason, I was doing it. Shiloh saying please was all it took for me to bend to her will. I took her hand, then threaded my fingers through hers before heading back to the pool house. She stayed close to my side as we passed more tits and some fucking.

  This was typical, and I was used to the scene, but I knew she wasn’t. Once I got her inside the pool house, she turned to face me again, then reached for the waist of my swim trunks.

  “What are you doing, baby?” I asked as she pulled them down until my dick was free. It grew and hardened as she stood there, looking at it.

  This was not what I had expected when we came in here, but, damn, I wasn’t about to stop her. If she wanted to look at my cock, she could, but I might start rubbing one off while she did it.

  Shiloh sank down to her knees, and I stopped breathing while she looked up at me. Holy fuck, this wasn’t going to last long. Her hand wrapped around me, and she gave me a little smile.

  “I’ve never had one this big in my mouth before,” she said.

  I growled, “Don’t want to hear about you sucking other dicks.”

  She raised her eyebrows at me. “And I don’t want to hear about other mouths sucking yours.” The defiance in her tone was so damn hot.

  “Then, suck it and make me forget them all,” I replied.

  Her eyes flashed with the challenge.

  Those full red lips opened and slid down my cock while her tongue licked along the way. I placed a hand on the side of her head and watched, soaking in every fucking moment because I was going to remember this for the rest of my damn life.

  “Sweet baby,” I murmured. “Gonna own me with that mouth.”

  She moaned as the tip hit the back of her throat.

  “FUCK,” I growled as my hand moved to grab her head.

  This was hands down the best experience of my life. Her head bobbed up and down. Little gag noises when she shoved in more than she could fit. I needed a fucking soundtrack of the sounds she was making.

  “Goddamn, baby,” I groaned as she let it pop free and then started licking the tip.

  Her pretty eyes lifted to look at me.

  “Don’t tease me,” I warned.

  She gave me a sexy grin, then slid my cock back inside her mouth while watching my face. My mouth slightly opened as I panted. I ran my knuckle down her cheek and pumped my hips against her lips.

  “That’s so good. Fuck, your hot little mouth. I want to see my cum dripping from your lips.”

  Her eyes fluttered as she moaned again. As good as this shit was, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. My balls were drawn up tight, and I knew I was close.

  “I’m about to come,” I warned her.

  Her nails bit into the front of my thighs as she sank me deeper into her mouth. More little sounds on my cock, and I grabbed her head and shouted as my cock began to jerk with my release.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, watching her suck me clean. “My baby can be dirty,” I said, grinning as she let me go and licked her lips.

  The smile of satisfaction on her face made my chest tighten.

  “Now, when you think about getting your dick sucked, I’ll be the one in your thoughts,” she said, standing up.

  I chuckled and pulled her to me. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you, you’re all I see when I think about getting my dick sucked,” I admitted.

  Thirteen

  Shiloh

  Present Day

  Stopping at the top of the stairs, I realized that coming back up here was a bad idea. I had been in the kitchen, but then Huck came in, and I didn’t want to sit there alone with him, so I’d planned on waiting in the hallway until Gage was done.

  “Fuck yes.” Then more grunts. “Fuck! Take it! Take it!” Gage shouted.

  The area between my legs tingled, and I stood there, unable to move. This wasn’t something I wanted to hear. I had known it was happening, but it was private. I shouldn’t be listening to it, and I definitely shouldn’t be getting turned on by it.

  “Swallow it,” Gage commanded. “That’s it. Get it all.”

  I closed my eyes tightly. Move, Shiloh! Go somewhere else. Stop listening to him and imagining what his face looks like when he’s doing this.

  I heard female laughter, and that reminded me that he wasn’t alone.

  “Again?” she asked, sounding amused.

  “Yeah, just lick it softly until I’m ready to go again,” he replied.

  He was getting her to do it twice? Could you do that?

  All I knew about sex was what I’d read and watched. I was sure I’d had sex since I had been living with Isaac when I had the accident, but I hadn’t been able to do anything with him once I woke up to this new me. He kissed me once, and I pushed him away. It had felt wrong.

  “Like a lollipop,” I heard Gage say. “Ah, yeah, that’s it.”

  I was not listening to this anymore. This wasn’t one of my spicy books or some movie. It was real, and as his nurse, I needed to give him privacy. When I turned around to leave, my eyes clashed with Levi’s. He was smirking at me, and I realized he’d caught me. My face felt like it was on fire.

  “I, uh, didn’t, um …” I stammered, having no words to make this look better than it was.

  He cocked one eyebrow. “You like listening to him get sucked off? He’d probably let you watch if you wanted to.”

  I shook my head, horrified. “No. I didn’t—I don’t.”

  “If you asked nicely, he’d even use your mouth and send her home. He won’t admit it, but he would.”

  My chest felt funny, and I started to rush past him and go down the stairs. Levi’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I looked down at it, then up at him.

  “You fucked him up. Even if you don’t remember, you did. Be careful,” he said.

  I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I nodded. He let my arm go, and I hurried down the stairs, wishing it were time for Uncle Neil to get here. There were too many new things going on with my emotions. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, thankful I couldn’t hear him anymore. I realized I was wringing my hands nervously and forced myself to stop.

  “He’s all taken care of now. You can go back in,” the female said as she started down the stairs.

  I waited until she was down first. I wasn’t sure I was ready to go face him after hearing him get off. She stopped when she reached the bottom.

  “Don’t get any ideas,” she hissed. “You’re not his type. I’m the only woman who knows what he needs. Gage likes it dark and twisted. He knows I can give it to him, just like he is the only one who gives me exactly what I need.”

  Even if she expected me to respond to that, I wouldn’t. She clearly knew what she was talking about. I might as well have been a virgin for all I knew about pleasing a regular man. Much less a man like Gage. I stood there for a moment after she was gone before walking back up the stairs. The strange turmoil twisting in my chest needed to calm itself. Slowly walking back up, I mentally chastised myself for letting any of this bother me. There was no reason for me to care.

  The bedroom door was open when I reached the top, and Levi came walking out. Wincing, I glanced at Levi. If he had told Gage, then I would have to admit it and apologize. This was what I got for being a pervert and not going back downstairs the moment I’d heard him.

  Levi gave me a nod as he passed, and I forced a smile before walking into Gage’s room. He was sitting up with the remote in his hand when I entered. He didn’t look at me. Maybe he didn’t know I’d listened. I went to the chair and sat down, tucking my feet up and under me. I turned to pick up my e-reader.

  “How long did you listen?” he asked.

  My head snapped up, but he was still looking at the television. He appeared bored.

  “Uh, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know I’d be able to hear,” I said, wishing there were a hole that would swallow me up.

  “How long?” he repeated.

  “Not long,” I assured him.

  He said nothing more as he found some violent movie and proceeded to watch it. The rest of the day went much like that. Huck helped him with the urinal. Trinity brought up food. Levi stopped by to say Ms. Jimmie was coming at seven for his sponge bath. I had no idea who that was, but the fact that it wasn’t Destiny bathing him made me feel better, and that was my issue I had to deal with. By the time I left, I was mentally exhausted from just being ignored.

  Wilder had left me a text, telling me his mother had needed him to drive down to Orlando and help her with a broken dishwasher. Relieved that he wouldn’t come over and want to visit when I was not in the mood to talk, I made myself a turkey sandwich. I’d forgotten that I needed to buy more fruit, and I had to dig around in the pantry in hopes of finding some chips. I found one package of microwave popcorn and decided that would work.

  Once I had my sandwich, popcorn, and water on the coffee table in front of me, I turned on the television. Not wanting to watch iZombie, I chose a horror film about a doll. That would get my mind off everything else.

  Five minutes into the movie, my phone dinged. Tonight, it was in my pocket, and I paused with my sandwich in my hand. Did I look at it? Could it possibly be Wilder? But what if it was Gage? I took a bite of the sandwich, then set it down. As I kept my eyes on the TV screen while I held an internal battle, the phone dinged again. Crap.

  I reached into my pocket and pulled it out. Gage. Double crap. I was weak. I slid my finger across the screen to open my phone and read the two text messages.

  Pad thai and zombie shit?

  I’m not liking the silence, Shiloh.

  I scowled at the last text. You sure as hell liked it just fine today, I thought. I should ignore this, but then was that allowed? Was it dangerous to piss him off? Ugh. I wanted to respond, and those were just excuses to make me feel better about it.

  Turkey sandwich, popcorn, and a horror movie.

  I dropped my phone beside me and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

  You like horror movies now?

  Interesting. I guessed I hadn’t liked them before, and he knew that. It seemed like something only those close to me would know. I needed to write that on the list.

  Yes.

  I was not giving him any more words than necessary.

  Do you still like rocky road ice cream with potato chips?

  What? Seriously? I had eaten that? Now, he was teasing me.

  Please tell me you’re joking.

  Although I was going to have to try it now, just to see.

  Nope.

  He was telling me things about myself that gave away how well he had known me. It was tempting to keep this up and see what else I could find out.

  Hershey Kisses dipped in peanut butter?

  That sounded good. I looked over at my pantry and thought about the Hershey Kisses in there. I did like those. I needed to buy some peanut butter.

  I’ll let you know.

  He didn’t say anything for a while, and I put the phone down, disappointed our conversation had ended. I wasn’t sure what was going on with the movie, but I finished the popcorn while trying to catch up. My thoughts kept going off to places they didn’t need to be, and I reined them back in. Any day now, Uncle Neil could get a replacement nurse, and I wouldn’t see Gage anymore.

  That caused a knot in my stomach that needed to go away. That man was not for me.

  My phone dinged again, and I picked it up and read the text.

  Watch Gossip Girl. Prime has it. I checked.

  I picked up the controller and found it under television shows. I clicked on it and sat back to see what it was about.

  Fourteen

  Shiloh

  Gage was sitting up with his breakfast on the table in front of him when I walked into the room. Today, he would have to start getting up and going to the bathroom, trying to walk around some more. On the drive over here, Uncle Neil had gone through a list of things to have Gage do, and then he had dropped me off, not coming inside. I put my bag down on the chair and met his gaze.

  “You watch Gossip Girl?” he asked before taking a drink from the coffee cup.

  “Three episodes before I made myself quit and go to bed,” I admitted.

  He looked back at the television. “Guess not everything’s changed then.”

  “So, that wasn’t something you enjoyed and suggested to me?” Although after the first five minutes, I had known there was no way he watched that show.

  He scowled. “Fuck no.”

  It had to have been one I liked before. He knew things I’d liked to eat, what I’d liked to watch. That didn’t sound like a fatal attraction situation. There was the age difference, but I was beginning to think we’d had a relationship.

  “I’m going to get Huck or Levi when you’re done eating. You’ve got to get out of the bed and walk around some today. I have the crutches, but with your ribs and chest wound, they aren’t ideal. It will be easier if you have someone to lean on who can support your weight. It’s best if you can walk on the leg cast. It will take some work, but it’ll help with blood flow.”

  He didn’t say anything, so I left it at that and went to prepare the bathroom for him coming in and out. Right now, there was equipment that we no longer needed in the way.

  When I walked back out of the bathroom, he cut his eyes to me. “With one of the crutches and you on my other side, I can get to the bathroom.”

  I wasn’t so sure, but if he wanted to try it, I was willing. I got a crutch and put it by his bed. He threw back the covers, and I closed my eyes to keep from seeing his penis again.

  “I’m wearing fucking briefs,” he told me.

  I opened my eyes and saw he had on a pair of white briefs. Whew. Okay. That’s good.

  Still a little more than I needed to see because, good Lord, his body was beautiful. The muscles in the one thigh I could see was as impressive as the rest of him. Lusting over the man wasn’t going to get him out of this bed.

  I helped him until his legs were turned toward me. I gave him a crutch for the side his cast was on, and I bent down so he could put his arm around my shoulders for the other side.

  He pulled up with just a little grunt from the pain. That was easier than I’d expected.

  “Take your time,” I told him.

  It was slow, but he walked to the bathroom with very little help from me. He used me for balance, but didn’t put any weight on my shoulders. That concerned me since I was worried about his chest and ribs.

  When we got to the toilet and stopped, I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do here. The last time I’d helped him pee didn’t go well.

  “Move back,” he told me as he took his arm off me and then tried to pull his underwear down, but it wasn’t working.

  He glanced back at me. “You’re gonna have to do it,” he said, sounding disgusted by the idea. It stung, but at least it helped keep me grounded with him.

  I stepped forward and pulled down the briefs, making sure to keep my gaze diverted. He chuckled as I stepped back. At least he was finding humor in this now, as opposed to being upset about my touching him. I kept my head down as I turned my back and walked to the door, giving him some privacy, but not getting too far in case he lost his balance.

  Listening to him pee felt intimate, and I didn’t know what to do with that. It shouldn’t bother me or affect me in any way. It wasn’t like he had a great personality. He was mean. I was just attracted to his looks. No worries about getting attached there.

  When he finished, he didn’t even try to pull his briefs up, so I went to do it for him. Trying to get them up and over the size of his rather large penis was harder than getting them down.

  I was going to have to look and move a little closer. He held on to the side of the wall and turned slightly, making it easier for me. I had to pull the front of the briefs out some to get them up. Once that was accomplished, I stood back up, and my eyes clashed with his.

  The expression on his face made it difficult for me to breathe. That was not a look of disgust. Not even close. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and my body seemed to feel it everywhere. Especially between my legs.