30. Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"Run away with me."

I blink my eyes open, sure I didn't just hear a voice beside me. The early morning sun peeks through the curtains, allowing a bit of light into the room.

I throw an arm over my face, grunting and turning over to go back to sleep.

"I asked you a question."

I freeze for a moment, trying to figure out who the fuck is talking. Then everything from last night comes back to me. Sev is here, in my bed. We slept together. Cuddled. Now he's being annoying again and waking me up at the ass crack of dawn.

"It wasn't a question," I groan.

"It still deserves an answer."

"I'm not running away with you."

"Why not?" Sev asks. I hear the pout in his voice. He's a giant baby.

"Because I have a life here. A job."

"You're planning on moving to California."

Yeah, I am.

"It's sad I'm not surprised you know that."

"I know everything about you, Justin Anthony Lorenzetti."

"You're such a fucking creep."

"Uh-huh." He leans over me, putting his mouth right near my ear. "And here I am, in your condo, lying in your bed, naked. So what does that say about you?"

"That I should be locked away in a padded room," I retort.

"I'll be right there with you, baby." He nuzzles his face against my back. I roll my eyes even though they're closed. "What do you like for breakfast?"

"Sleep."

"That's okay. Didn't need an answer anyway. I already know."

Of course you do.

The bed dips as he gets up. I hear a few bones cracking and have the urge to look behind me to see him stretching. Get a glimpse of his ass that is probably so nice. But I fight it. If I give him a little, he'll run with it. He has to give up at some point. Or I could go back to killing him.

"Just going to point out that me sleeping was another perfect opportunity to kill me, yet… I'm still breathing."

How the fuck does he do that?

I swear it's like he's in my head, and that is scary as hell.

His footsteps sound as he leaves the room, and I go back to sleep. Though I find myself unable to fall into a deep sleep, because even though I didn't sleep long, I slept hard. Usually I toss and turn through the night. I slept solid for at least four hours. That never happens. I refuse to acknowledge it was because of him. Must've been something else. Maybe Rambo bored me into exhaustion. Maybe the stress of a man bleeding out in my kitchen.

I get out of bed and head to my bathroom to shower. I need to do whatever I can to avoid spending time with that weirdo. I'm rinsing my hair of soap when the shower curtain is ripped back.

"Hey!" I shout, opening an eye and regretting it when soap slips in. I squeeze them shut and shove my face under the water to stop the burning. All I see behind my eyelids is the view of Sev butt ass naked standing outside my shower about to step inside.

"What? I can't join you in the shower?"

"No!" I bark as I rinse my hair before trying to open my eyes again. "Get the hell out!"

"Nah, I think I'll stay."

"You have issues."

I get the soap out of my hair and my eye stops burning. I turn and step forward out of the spray, landing right against Sev, our chests sticking together thanks to the water.

"Baby, if you wanted to be close to me you should have said so." He wraps a hand around my waist. I press my hands to his chest and shove him, but he holds me tighter and chuckles. I am not fighting this man in a shower that is wet and slippery. I'm not trying to break a bone. Or die. "Don't be like that. This will all be easier once you admit you want me too."

"What I want is for you to leave and fall off a cliff."

"Oh? Will you get your bounty that way?"

"I'll tell them I pushed you."

He lowers his mouth to my ear. "Oh, you're pushing me all right." His words are a low rasp, and my dick likes it way too much. I give him another shove, and he lets me this time. I step back under the water and reach for the soap to wash up, but Sev grabs it from my hand. He holds up a finger and makes a circle with it.

"You are not washing me." He grins. "You're not." His grin grows. I hold out my hand. "Give it." I reach for it but he holds his arm away. When I reach for it again, he raises it, his knuckles brushing the ceiling. Christ, he's way too fucking tall. There's no way I'm getting that from him. This man is relentless. Gritting my teeth, I turn around and let him wash me up.

"This is ridiculous," I mutter, my skin heating with embarrassment.

"Why?"

"Because I'm capable of doing it myself."

"So?"

"So, let me do it myself!"

Sev rubs the bar of soap along my shoulders then uses his free hand to massage it in. I inadvertently let out a groan. Thankfully he doesn't react with some smart-ass remark. What he does do, though, is put the soap down and bring both hands to my shoulders, using his fingers to dig into my back and massage the knots out.

I can't ignore how good this feels.

"You could have this every day," he says softly.

"You're crazy," I answer, my words too lazy and pleasure-filled to be believable.

"For you."

"You don't even know me."

I realize my mistake the moment the words come out. The guy seems to know more about me than I know about myself.

"Just be quiet and let me make you feel good," he says. "I like making you feel good."

With a sigh, I do just that. I stop arguing and let him do his thing. If he wants to do this shit, I may as well just let him. I'll take what I can get, while inwardly figuring out how to get rid of him. It's simple, really. No more games. No more bullshit. No more hesitations. I may not have to kill him anymore, but I still could. Kill him, collect the money. Kill Remington, collect that money. But I know I won't do that. Killing Remington is the way to go. There's no way Sev will follow me to California long term. I'll shake him one way or another.

Sev's hands move outward, massaging the tops of my arms, then back down to the middle of my back and right above my ass. His hands slide down the outside of my thighs and he steps forward, moving them around my stomach. I suck in a breath, my dick throbbing.

Fuck, I hadn't even realized how hard I'd gotten over him touching me. The worst thing is being hard around this guy. He's going to take it as me being interested, and I'm not fucking interested. But of course, there's no hiding anything from Sev. Even my deepest darkest secrets are no match for him. He sees right through me.

With his left hand flat against my stomach, holding me to him, he reaches for the soap again. Only he doesn't grab it, just lathers his hand up before bringing it to my dick. I look down and watch as his large hand grabs hold and firmly strokes me. The tattoos along his fingers send sparks through my stomach, making it obvious someone else is jerking me off.

"Fuck." The word leaves my lips breathlessly, and I rest my head back on his shoulder. He grinds his erection against my ass, sliding it between my cheeks, letting out a long sigh.

Sev nips at my neck as he strokes me slowly, teasingly, making me so hard it hurts.

"I make you feel good," he says.

"Yes," I answer, though I have no idea why. Why everything he does feels so good. Why I allow him to. Why I even answered him.

"I like that."

He strokes faster and I shift on my feet, not feeling steady on the wet floor. He pauses at the head of my dick, rubbing his fingers along the bottom, on a spot I'm extra sensitive. I groan, thrusting into his hand. He chuckles, kissing my shoulder gently.

Sev goes back to stroking me, much faster than before, and I'm quickly brought close to the edge. The moment my body tenses, ready to come, he stops.

"Fuck!" I shout, my hands balling into fists. He reaches up to grab the shower head, uses his thumb to change the pressure so it's more firm. My eyes widen and I try to step back when he brings it toward my dick, but his giant body is there stopping me. "No way."

"Relax, Justin. Let me take care of you." His words are soft, full of patience. He kisses my shoulder again. I look down at my dick that is begging for release.

I let out a sigh and rest back against Sev. My heart is pounding and I'm desperate to come. He's never let me down before, so I choose to trust him now.

"I'll get you there," he says, gripping my dick with his free hand, holding me loosely and bringing the shower head to that same sensitive spot beneath my dick.

I jump twenty feet in the air at the way it feels. Sev chuckles.

"I'm guessing you've never done this before?"

"Obviously not," I pant.

"Then lean back and enjoy."

He teases that spot of my dick with the pressure of the water while stroking me with his other hand. Each time the water is on me, I get this overwhelming urge to come, but it's like I can't get there. It's just out of reach. I'm so tense I can hardly pull air in my lungs, every muscle is tight. And the heat from the water is making me dizzy.

Sev does this for so long I feel like I'm going to explode, and not in a good way. I slap his hand away and growl, "This isn't going to work." The man is doing nothing but driving me insane, but it isn't going to make me come. Which is probably all on purpose. He wants to get under my skin and annoy the fuck out of me. And it's working because I'm pissed the hell off now. You don't tease a man with an orgasm for this long and not fucking give in. That's how people get murdered.

"Yes, it will," he whispers. "Trust me."

He focuses the spray on that spot, no longer moving it but keeping it there while stroking the rest of my dick with his large hand. My toes curl, knees shake, and my hands fist tightly.

"Feel it, Justin. Enjoy it. Let me make you come."

"I want you to," I say. The words come out whiny and I hate it.

"Then fucking relax," he growls back.

I take in a deep, steadying breath. I shift my feet again, and rub my ass against Sev's erection. He groans, his cock throbbing against me. So I do it again. Focusing on his sounds helps me relax, and the pleasure of him touching me coils through me like smoke, reaching every inch.

"Oh fuck,' I groan, rubbing against him faster. The water is spraying on the perfect spot, and his hand is moving at just the right speed. I'm finally going to come, and the relief that washes over me when I do is exhilarating. I force my eyes to stay open, wanting to watch his hand around me. Cum spurts from my dick, over and over, the orgasm nearly bringing me to my knees. It takes me a while to catch my breath and be able to stand on my own once it passes.

"Don't underestimate me," Sev says, fixing the water pressure and putting the shower head back. I spin to face him, dragging my tongue along my lower lip. I'm still so lightheaded and should probably get out, but when I look down at his thick cock, I drop to my knees instead.