Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Brook

Hornet and I had grown very close during my hospital stay. I didn’t think a man went to that kind of trouble for a woman unless he had love in his heart for her. I knew for certain that I was falling hard and fast for my former employer.

I wanted him in my life. I was growing to love his quirky sense of humor and the odd way he saw the world. I was also starting to realize that Hornet was a man who loved with his whole heart or not at all. That was some dedication and loyalty I could get behind. And I loved watching him get dressed and undressed.

Eight days had been a long time go without sex—especially after the taster I got before my accident. There were so many times when I’d been tempted to steal a kiss. So many times when I could see he wanted to do the same. The longing had almost been painful.

Now here we were the morning after arriving home, naked in the shower together. He had wrapped my shoulder in plastic to keep the cast from getting wet and was rubbing soap into my skin with his big, strong hands. My nipples were so hard it was almost unbearable, and my clit was throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own. And Hornet was gently washing me, like his prized motorcycle or some other inanimate object was in need of a good scrub. I knew he was being careful, treating me like I was fragile and not wanting to hurt me, but I was horny as hell.

I was at my wit’s end. I pointed at my pussy and said, “You missed a spot.”

He grinned. “You sure you’re feeling up to this?”

I nodded with a smirk on my face.

“You want to get yourself settled on the stool? I don’t want you slipping or passing out from pleasure and cracking your head. We’ve seen enough of hospitals already.”

While the thought of hot shower sex like we’d had at the clubhouse was a turn on, I had to admit he was right. I made myself comfortable on the bathroom stool and spread my legs coquettishly. “I think this is the spot you missed.”

Hornet was on his knees with his face buried between my legs so fast I thought I was imagining it. The first time his tongue collided with my clit it was game over. I exploded, coming so hard I had to grab his hair with my good hand to keep from falling over.

He stood back up all smug smiles and his lips glossy with my arousal. I started to go down on my knees for him, but he stopped me.

“No way, kitten. You’re not cleared for cock sucking and you know it.”

He was right, I was still a mass of aches and pains after the accident, but I didn’t want to give up my treat. Finally, I said, “Fine but I want to watch.”

The expression on his face morphed into one of surprise. “You want to watch me stroke my cock?”

I nodded. “Yeah. How often does a woman get to watch a hot tatted up biker stroke his cock and spew all over the wall?”

He laughed at my wicked words. “Your wish is my comment, kitten.”

He took himself in hand and roughly slid his hand up and down.

“Faster,” I demanded.

He did as I asked, and I stepped forward and cupped my hand over the tip of his cock and squeezed.

“Oh fuck, that feels good, babe.”

“Imagine how good it would feel if it were my lips, licking and sucking your cock and until you exploded in my mouth.”