Let me forget for a little while.”
I stepped under the spray of the water and let it wash over me. I took a moment to soak in the newness of it all, and when I submerged from the falling water, I felt worthy of the heated look Huxley gave me. It was then that I realized that I’d happily spend a lifetime distracting him from whatever caused him pain. There was love and power in our mutual needs. I picked up a bar of soap resting on a nearby shelf and lathered it in my hand. The smell of fresh rain filled the space.
With one last inhale I closed the space between us. “Help me clean up?” I asked in a soft voice. Hux exhaled in relief as he took the soap from my hands and began working the suds in his palm. A moment later, he brushed his hands over my breasts, spreading the bubbles over my soft skin. He pulled me close for a hug then massaged my back. I moaned as he worked the tension and knots free. Then when it was time to wash my hair, he grabbed a handful of it and pulled it back as he scrubbed my scalp, exposing my neck. Water hit our sides as he licked droplets off of me.
I took the soap from him and lathered my hands up while he was bent over, distractedly washing my thighs. His large hands teasingly stroked my inner leg up and down. My legs shook with want, and when he stood back up with a satisfied smirk, I dove in and claimed his bottom lip with my teeth before dipping my hand and grasping his hard shaft. Huxley groaned when I touched him, the sound raw and loud. Huxley threw his head back, tearing his lips from mine before saying, “This is a damn good distraction.”
At first, I was unsure what to do. I wanted to take him to a place where it felt so good there was no room for pain and sadness, but this was all so new. Sensing my hesitation, Huxley covered my hand with his own and showed me the rhythm he liked. I followed his instructions and adjusted my pressure, making his mouth drop open in pleasure. He twitched and moaned out my name as I increased speed. I felt powerful. I felt in control. I felt Huxley’s pure, intense need for me.
He let go, letting me take over before placing both palms on either side of me against the white tiled wall. I increased my tempo as he struggled to keep still.
“Oh fuck ,” he groaned out, and I bit back a smile of triumph. There was something freeing in that moment. He gave himself to me so easily. He might not be able to admit that he loved me, but I could feel it in his vulnerability. My stoic and angry Hux gifted me with moans as he came in my hand, and I knew that, in relinquishing control and letting me see this side of him, he was letting me know how much he now trusted me.
He relaxed and pressed his forehead against mine as he smiled. “Oh the things I’m going to do to you,” he growled while gripping my hips and pressing forward just as a door slammed outside the washroom. I stiffened and Huxley instantly went into protective mode.
Within moments, we were rinsed off, dried, and walking back to my bedroom. He made me wear his oversized grey shirt, the hem of it brushing across my knees as we plopped down on the bed with mischievous smiles. All tension had fled Huxley’s body.
“Now, let’s try this again,” he said with a sly grin while moving his hand between my knees and sinking further and further until his thumb was tracing circles on my sensitive skin, making me purr. Loud knocks on the door made him freeze and curse.
“What the fuck now?” He stood and stomped over to the door, opening it slightly.
I heard Patrick’s hurried voice.
“Hux, Cyler said you were having an episode. I got here as fast as I…” his voice trailed off as his eyes widened at Huxley’s naked torso. His hand pressed against the door, pushing it open, and there was pain in his eyes when he saw my exposed leg from where Huxley’s shirt had ridden up. “Oh,” he mumbled. “Looks like you don’t need me after all.” His face fell as he turned to walk away, and