of dried crimson blood that spattered over his neck are gone. I trail my hands over his skin, deepening my touch until I’ve wandered my hands all over him. Up and down his Adonis belt, over his ass and muscular thighs. His torso is perfectly muscled, and though he lacks the build of a middle or heavyweight, he owns his own category of hotness.
“You’re killing me, babe.”
His ragged voice fills the shower, matching the jolting intakes of my own breath as I find a new area of his body to admire. I haven’t touched his dick yet, but I’m already heated and wanting. I’m well aware of the rule Big Daddy K put in place, but that’s not what’s keeping me from taking this further even though I desperately want to. I’m worried about breaking us. I have my secrets, and Johnny hasn’t told me all of his either. I’m not just talking about his mom, I’m talking about the things he’s done. He isn’t saying it outright, but did he kill a man today? Did he beat him until he wasn’t breathing?
Do I care?
“I’m not good enough for you,” Johnny says, tightening as I run my hand up his thigh from behind.
“Who says I’m good enough for you?”
His ass bucks back into me as I skim his cock. I grab his hips, holding him in place because I am two seconds from saying fuck everything. Just fuck it. Johnny is a part of me now, so sue me that I want to act on these base desires. Letting him fill me, enjoying his hard thrusts because I can just imagine the way he fucks. He is called Rocket after all.
Johnny turns, reaches around me and shuts off the waterfall showerhead. He shoves the door open and then picks me up, one arm around my shoulder and the other around my knees as he carries me to the bed.
“I want you so bad I can’t stand it.”
He lowers me to the comforter, and I move up the bed, placing my head on the pillows. I pull him down with me so we’re facing each other on our sides. We’ve been in this position before. It’s at this point where he usually stops.
“There are things...” He licks his lips, eyes eating me up with desire. “I wonder if you knew them if you’d stop looking at me the way you are now.”
It’s as if he’s peering right into me, pulling the words I need to say to him out. “It goes both ways,” I tell him.
He skims his hand up my side, grazing the pad of his thumb over my breast. Chills erupt over me.
“We should stop,” I tell him.
He rolls me over onto my back, pinning my hands above my head. “No,” he growls. “I want to show you how much I care for you.”
I clamp my jaw shut. He lets his hips dip, torturing me with his hard cock against my abdomen. “There are things you don’t know,” I force out. What am I doing? Fuck. A cold sweat breaks out over my forehead.
“I don’t care. Open up for me, babe. I don’t care about my dad. I don’t care what you’ve done because when I see you look at me like that, I know this is right. Even when you find out about me, I’ll fight for you. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Neither will I,” I tell him, challenging him with my stare. “You’ll hate me.”
“Not possible. You’re saving me. You can’t possibly have done the things I’ve done. I never thought I’d find something like this because I’m too far gone. I don’t deserve it. I’m fucked. I’m broken. But you—”
He nudges me, and my resolution slips. I want to believe in everything he’s saying.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
He nods, lust and excitement mix in his eyes, but an acknowledgment as well. He’s not just on some horny high where he has to have me and will regret it later. This is the natural progression of our relationship. This is the next step in committing to one another.
It’s the same for me. I slowly move my knees to the side, opening for him. I don’t look away, I gaze straight through to his core, where I feel his promise to me and give it right back to him.
I breathe out. His soul is intoxicating. “I think I love you, Johnny Marx.”
I bite my lip as soon as I’ve said it, but Johnny pushes inside