This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,81

chases through the woods. More pain. More mental head games.

No, I can never go back to that again.

I belong here with War.

A smile plays at my lips and I stroke his hair. His dark lashes jut out over his cheeks and his lids twitch every so often as he dreams. I could get used to staring at him every night while he sleeps.

My heart feels intertwined with his in a way Brandon’s never had a chance to be. War and I’ve made love. Our connection is on a cellular level that I’m afraid can never be severed. Not that I want it to be. I’m afraid I’ll feel lost and alone without him. The idea of leaving him is no longer an option I want to consider. I want to see my parents, sure. I miss Mom and Dad, incredibly so. But with Gabe in the picture, I know I’ll live with that fear always hanging over me.

With War, I’m not afraid.

I feel powerful and cherished.

I feel cared for.

I even feel loved.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss on his cheek. His breath quickens and he frowns in his sleep. I hold in a chuckle and snuggle closer to him. My thoughts drift to earlier in the shower when he’d shown the first signs of coming down from the wine.

His eyes darted back and forth as if he were trying to listen to all the voices in his head at once. He raked his fingers through his wet hair and shuddered before meeting my gaze with an intense one.

“Let me clean you. I need to rid you of that bacteria. If you got a urinary tract infection or vaginal infection, I’d feel horrible.”

My eyes widened as he dropped to his knees and I palmed the cold tile behind me to brace myself. He lathered up a rag with soap and then began an extremely thorough cleansing of my inner thighs, lips of my pussy, and even my ass. It was nothing like the time Gabe cleaned me. This was done out of pure obsession for my health and wellbeing. Instead of taking offense to his actions, I ran my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp.

Once my skin was rubbed raw but squeaky clean, he rose to his feet.

“My turn,” I told him with a smile.

I could tell he wanted to do it—to get every microbe off his body but he clenched his jaw and conceded by handing me the rag. With vigor, I soaped down the rag and then knelt down like he’d done moments before.

Taking my time, I scrubbed his cock and balls like he’d done for me. His hand stroked along the side of my wet hair and he groaned. The soft cock in my hands was growing harder by the second.

“Maybe you cleaning me was a bad idea.”

I looked up at him and grinned. “Or a good idea. Depends on who you ask.”

He tugged me to my feet and then pushed me against the tiled wall. “I’m all clean but I want to make love to you again,” he murmurs against my lips, “before all this slips away from me. I can feel it slipping, Bay.”

I linked my fingers around the back of his neck and let him lift me. A moment later, he was deep inside of me. The burn from his obsessive cleansing was overshadowed by the intense bliss at having him stretch me with his thickness.

Our leap into oblivion was quick and after another careful cleansing, we turned off the shower and got out. I wasn’t in any hurry to let his demons come rushing back in to steal him away from me which is why I took the eighteen-minute shower with him. I knew this because he timed us.

When we’d finished, I was worried he would push me away and want to sleep alone. Instead, he made no moves to send me away. I stood beside the bed and watched as his muscled frame flexed and tightened with each towel he picked up. Then, he discarded them in a hamper and climbed into his bed.

“I need to feel you,” he murmured as he pulled back the covers and motioned to the bed beside him.

With a huge grin on my face, I scrambled into the bed and molded my body against his hot one. His fingers found my hair as he gazed at me with an emotion that nearly brought me to tears. War has eyes that sometimes let you glimpse into his