just as deep underground as it did above, containing us in an unbreakable bubble.
“Yeah,” she said. “That’s exactly what I’m expecting.”
She looked tense again, so I started massaging her shoulders once more and she tossed me a mischievous look over her shoulder.
“Any chance you wanna do my whole back?” Her eyes glimmered hopefully and I was already nodding like an eager Lion cub when she hooked her tank top up and whipped it off.
She turned around, kneeling before me and gesturing for me to get up, but I just stared at her with my heart thumping and my jaw slightly slack. She was more than beautiful, she was stunning. Like she actually froze my limbs in place as good as a shock baton could.
“Move, Roar.” She jabbed me playfully and I got up, picking up the hair products and heading across the room to place them back in their hiding place. When I turned to face her again, Rosa had taken her bra off and was lying face down on my bed looking like the embodiment of temptation. Oh fuck.
I rearranged my dick again for all the good it would do, trying my best to ignore the way it twitched demandingly at the sight of her like that.
I moved to kneel over her legs and squeezed more of the oil into my palms before laying them on her back. My hands were so big they encompassed most of the skin there and she groaned as I massaged her in firm strokes, trying to focus on all the reasons I had to not try anything with her.
I’m ten years her senior.
I’m a screw up.
I’m her cousin’s friend.
She’s family.
I’m supposed to protect her.
She’s been through a lot, I would be an asshole to take advantage of her right now. And I wouldn’t anyway because I don’t feel that way about her.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment to centre myself as she groaned again and I concentrated all of my energy on her. It became easier then as I worked over every inch of her bare flesh, wanting to wipe away some of the torment of the isolation unit from her body and replace it with something achingly good instead. I was going to get her back to perfect health in no time and watch as Cain suffered under her curse. And if I didn’t deem that punishment good enough, I was going to find a way to spill his blood and watch him beg for mercy at my feet. I wasn’t a natural born killer, but for her, I would commit any sin. You will pay Officer Cain, I swear it on the stars.
As I continued to work the kinks out of her muscles, my dick starting to make its own solid case for why I should lean down and brush my lips over her shoulder.
She’s all grown up now.
She needs to be held, it’s in both of your Orders’ instincts to comfort each other with sex.
She’s been into you for a long time, why keep denying her what she wants?
You haven’t fucked anyone since she got to prison and you’re risking dick rot.
Dick rot is a genuine thing, you don’t need to look it up.
She’s sooo fucking pretty.
No one will know anyway, it’s just between the two of you. Is it really so wrong?
Remember when you kissed her before and you had to jerk off quietly in your cell over it the next day, and the next, and the next? And when you came, you had to pretend you’d fallen out of your bed when she heard you groaning and you even bashed your knee into the wall before she saw you in the morning so you had a bruise to prove it. You don’t wanna be that guy again, right?
Rosa moaned as I massaged her shoulder blades and I swallowed a curse, hating my dick, especially because it had some valid points.
I found myself leaning down, following this desperate, instinctual urge in me to kiss her and I gently grazed my lips over her shoulder. She sucked in a breath, going still beneath me and I realised in this position, my cock was now rubbing right against her ass and she felt everything. Eve-ry-thing.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed heavily and I didn’t.
I kissed along her shoulders, pushing her hair aside so I could kiss her neck then worked my way up to her ear, nibbling as I brushed my fingers down the side of her body. She shivered beneath