THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,79

years. Though I’m sure she knows. My hard-on took a nosedive the second she mentioned his name. His dick has been inside her. I can’t even say that. I slam the lever to turn off the water. She jumps a little at the noise.

“You’re not mad are you?” she asks. If I were mad, she wouldn’t have to ask.

I run a towel over my head to dry my hair and cover my face. “No. I’m just surprised. You told me how badly he hurt you and yet you throw him a bone? It doesn’t make sense. If it makes you feel better then do what you want. I’ll kill him if he hurts you again.” I will.

She snaps the towel out of my hands and throws it to the bottom of the wet shower. I can’t help but cringe a little. My obsessive-compulsive tendencies circle around cleanliness and organization. A towel on the floor fits both of those categories. Forgive her Father, she knows not of her sins.

“I don’t want him, Mav. I want you,” she says, running her hands over my biceps. She knows I’m jealous even though I haven’t breathed a word. “Whenever you forget that remember this.” Windsor drops to her knees and pulls my dick into her warm mouth. The sight of her fully dressed inside the wet room is odd, and a gigantic turn on. My dick in her mouth? Well, that’s just complete fucking nirvana. My head falls back without my permission as she works me into frenzy. Her tiny hand wraps almost all the way around my cock as she sweeps the sides with her tongue and lips. The gentleness is just for show because when I look down and meet her gaze, whale eyeing me, it’s completely evil—in the best kind of way. I give her the smile she loves and it makes her work my dick even better. Hand. Mouth. Tongue. When I pop out of her mouth and she laps at my balls I groan. It echoes through my bathroom. I fist my hand into her hair, which she didn’t want to get wet, and guide her mouth back onto my dick.

“That feels so good, Win. Lets take this into the bedroom. Come on…” I grind out. The last thing I want is for her to stop, but if I have any hope of lasting tonight, I need to her to.

“Are you sure?” she asks, humming the words around my dick. No. I’m lying. Yes I’m sure. Thinking with both heads at the same time blows. Literally.

With effort, I nod. She stands up, a string of spit connecting her to me. I wipe her bottom lip with my thumb and kiss her. I taste Windsor. I want to bottle this fucking flavor and drink until I’m drunk. Her blue eyes are heavy, glazed with lust, her pupils almost completely dilated.

I ask, “Can I have you?” It’s a loaded question.

Resting her hand over my new tat, she says, “I thought you’d never ask.” She pushes away from me, her wet feet slapping the floor. She doesn’t turn around or take her eyes off my body as she backs into the bathroom and then into the bedroom. I don’t take my gaze off her either. Adrenaline hits me in spades as I watch her, the innocent way she moves, not even knowing how fucking hot she is. The way her black dress hugs certain spots of her body each time she takes a step back, the way my breathing speeds up to control all the chemicals in my body trying to rear up to do what it’s good at. I want to dominate her. I want her to know she’s mine. I want to erase any guy who has ever been inside her. I will fill her so completely that there’s no room inside her heart for anyone else.

Her dress falls to the floor in front of the bed revealing a deep red corset and matching panties that I. Will. Tear. Off. With. My. Teeth.

If she’s nervous, it doesn’t show. “How bad do you want me, T.H.?” She swings her long brown hair around to cover one shoulder. “Beg for it,” she commands. I couldn’t resist if I tried. I take a few more steps and hit my fucking knees in front of her. This, right now, is a moment of unfettered weakness I’ve never known the likes of. Whatever it takes to make her mine. No cost is too high.

I swallow,