Dylan (Bowen Boys) (7 page)

“I can’t get undressed.” She licked her
lips. “This is a really bad idea. I don’t think I can manage this. Maybe I
should just wait for a few more days.”

He moved to her, slowly talking softly
as he went. “I’ll scrub your hair, and you can do the body parts. It’ll be nice
to be clean, won’t it?”

She nodded, and he reached for her arm.
The tape had been replaced so many times that it peeled off without much
effort. When he had the wound in her forearm exposed, he felt a little
lightheaded, remembering how badly she’d been hurt. He started talking to her
as he removed the wrapping of her upper arm.

“When I was a kid, Khan and I decided it
would be really smart to build us a race car. I think he was about ten, and I
was six. So, without asking our dad if we could, or even if it was a good idea,
we modified our wagon. Walker kept saying we were going to kill ourselves.” He
grinned at the memory as he pulled the shirt she was wearing over her head and
took the dressings off her back. “He was already acting like a doctor back then.
He listed every bone we could break, starting with our necks.”

He turned her around and pulled gently
at the tape at her back. He was more concerned about this one more than the
others. He tried to think where he was in his story and picked it back up as he
pulled down the gauze.

“We had put cardboard around the edges.
I have no idea why we thought it would keep us safe. Then we rolled it to the
top of the hill behind our house. Thankfully, we’d gone there and not the
street like I had wanted. But Khan had said we’d better make a test run first.”
He took a deep breath, bringing her scent into his lungs. “We can get you in
the shower now.”

Nodding, she went to the bathroom. He
followed when she partially closed the door. Reaching in, she adjusted the water
and then stepped in. Dylan opened the door wider and wondered how he was going
to pull this off when, a few seconds later, her panties hit him in the face.

~~~

The water felt glorious. She stood under
the hot spray for a few minutes before she felt someone touch her. She turned
to stare at Dylan.

“I told you I’d help you.” Looking him
up and down, she turned away from him. Christ, the man was just too yummy for
words. His small chuckle made her turn back to him.

“I’m not having shower sex with you. So
if that was what you had in mind when you suggested this, then get the fuck out
now.”

He reached above her head. Her heart was
pounding, and she was pretty sure he knew it. But other than showing her the
bottle of shampoo, he didn’t touch her.

“I told you I’d help you get your hair
washed and cleaned up. I’m sorry I don’t have anything but my shampoo, but I’ve
never had a woman here before.” She found that hard to believe. “I’m not saying
I didn’t have sex. I just never brought anyone to my home. It just didn’t feel
right.”

His fingers started at her scalp and
moved over her head in deep but gentle strokes. He massaged behind her ears,
over her crown, and finally along her neck. When he told her to rinse, she was
putty and had to brace herself by holding onto the tiled wall. Then, when he
washed it the second time, giving her head the same wonderful all over touch,
she had to lean her head against the tile in addition to holding on. Rinsing
her hair out, she felt as if she’d been dipped in a total body wrap.

He handed her a sponge, a nice loufa,
and then he squirted soap on it. He apologized again for not having anything
but his scent. She nodded and worked the soap all over her body where she
could. When he lifted her arm above her head, he said something, but she had to
ask him twice what he’d said.

“Up or down? When you shave under your
arms, do you go up or down?” She turned her head to look at him. “You can’t
manage this on your own. You don’t want to hurt your arm, do you?”

“Up.” She let him shave her arms and
knew that on some level this was kind of weird, but had never felt so…so very
pampered in her life. He held her to his body to shave under her left arm, and
she felt his cock brush against her.

She stiffened slightly, and he murmured
that he was sorry and pulled away. By the time he was finished, he had brushed
against her three more times. She was beginning to think that this was going to
get her into major trouble. And when he dropped to his knees in front of her,
she backed against the wall. Jack watched as he rubbed the sponge up her leg,
followed by the razor.

“We had it all planned out. Khan would
do the driving and I’d be the co-pilot. Walker had come with us because he said
that someone was going to have to get Mom when we got hurt.” The razor scraped
along her leg twice before he continued. “Turns out he was right.”

“Dylan.” She heard her voice and
wondered for a second who had spoken so breathlessly. Her entire body felt as
if it were on fire. She had to close her eyes or risk begging him to take her.
It didn’t help.

Every time the sponge moved over her leg
she felt her muscles tighten. Then his hand would follow the path of the razor
and she would melt again. He moved up and down her leg, over and over, until
she thought she’d scream, begging him to take her. When he moved up her thighs,
he asked her to open her legs, and she was glad they were in the shower. She
was sure that had they been anywhere else he’d see have seen how wet she was.

As his hand moved over her smooth shins,
his cheek brushed her thigh. Every time he moved along the inner part of her
leg, she would anticipate him touching her. But he didn’t. When he told her to
turn so he could finish the job, she nearly sobbed in relief. But the tension
only got more intense.

His chin touched the back of her knees,
and she wobbled. When he lifted one foot up, then the other, and rubbed his
thumb over the bottom of her feet, massaging her toes, she had to bite her lip.
By the time he started to run the sponge over her calves, Jack knew that she
was nearly to the point of throwing him to the floor and taking him.

“I broke my arm.” Her mind was a haze of
lust, her body on meltdown, and she had to ask him what he said. “I broke my
arm when the wagon hit the tree. Khan only had a bruised head. When we hit the
rock, I bounced out and fell on my arm.”

His mouth grazed along her ass. His
teeth nipped at her flesh. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. His hands moved
up her thigh, and she moaned his name. Turning around, she looked down at him.

His hand was wrapped around his cock. He
moved up and down his shaft slowly as she watched him. When he stopped, she
looked at his face.

“I can smell you. You are as aroused as
I am, aren’t you?” She nodded, not capable of speech. “I know you said no
shower sex, but I would love to taste you. Sip from you until I come.”

Her legs trembled as his head moved
forward. Opening her legs for him, she curled her hand into his hair to hold
on. When he suckled her clit into his mouth, she came, screaming his name. But
he didn’t stop.

His mouth ate at her. Devoured her until
she was coming again. Every time she came, every time she exploded into his
mouth, he continued to eat her, drink from her. When his finger slipped into
her, she started to beg him. She had no idea what he thought of her, but she
wanted him, inside of her, over her, and even behind her. He pulled away
suddenly, and she whimpered. But he stood and took her mouth just as
voraciously. His cock rubbed against her belly, and she reached down and
wrapped her hand around him. He was so thick that she could barely touch her
finger to her thumb. He tore his mouth from hers.

“Christ,” he said, before cupping her
ass and lifting her. “I need you. Please. Please, I need to be inside of you.”

“Yes. Please. I need you, too.” Lifting
her higher, he brought her down hard onto him, impaled her over his cock, and
she came again. When her back touched the tile, he pressed her hard against it,
his cock throbbing within her.

“I can’t be gentle. I can’t…Christ,
touching you like that, running my hands over your body like I did…. Then you
came in my mouth, I thought for sure that I was going to come all over the
shower.” He moved into her, filling her over and over as he spoke. “I’m sorry,
baby, but I can’t wait.”

He slammed into her. His cock filled her
with every stroke. She threw back her head when he slid his mouth along her
chin and to her throat. Giving her all to him, she wrapped her hand onto his
head.

“Please,” she begged him. “I need you
to…please, Dylan, take me.” His tongue licked the pulse she could feel pounding
at her throat. His teeth scraped along her neck, and she tightened her grip on
his head. When he sank his teeth into her, bit her hard enough to draw blood,
she screamed again, coming hard enough that she saw stars dance in her vision.

He lifted his head and looked at her, his
cock still hard and moving inside of her. Blood, her blood, dripped from his
lip. His eyes, darker now, seemed to reach into her soul.

“Bite me. I want you to bite me hard and
draw blood. Please, Jack, I want you to sink your teeth into my flesh and drink
from me.” She nodded and licked her lips. “Do it. Now, do it.”

She licked his throat, not really sure
she could do it, but when he commanded her again, the need to do as he asked—no,
demanded—
of her was overwhelming, and she did it.

Her teeth punctured his flesh; his blood
filled her mouth. Sucking deeply, she moaned when his taste filled her. Drawing
again, she felt his mouth do the same to her own throat, and she dug her hands
into his shoulder and tightened around him.

They came together. Her body felt each stoke
of his cock, his cum as he filled her. When he licked her throat, he pulled her
from his wound and looked into her eyes. She was right, he could see deep into
her soul.

“Mine. You’re mine, do you understand
that?” She nodded. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours. I’m yours.” He took her mouth again;
his body took her as well. Even as he came again, she knew that things were
different; that there would never be anyone else, and that this man was going
to love her forever. As she came with him, his name sounding loudly from her
lips, she knew that she didn’t care at all.

He helped her out of the shower after he
bathed her again. She was limp and a little sore. One of her wounds had opened.
He ran his tongue along it, and she could feel warmth spread throughout her
body. Then he did the same to the others, leaving a path of heat and tingling
skin. Then he picked her up and put her to bed.

“I’ve never done anything like that
before.” She felt her face heat when he grinned at her. “I meant, I never had
someone shave my legs before. You ever do that for a woman before?”

“No.” He crawled into bed with her and
pulled her to him. “But I wouldn’t mind doing it for you again if you want. Touching
you like that, holding you…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shower again
without you.”

She was both embarrassed and happy. She
tried to move away from him, but he wasn’t having it. Jack had never slept with
anyone before. Usually after sex, men couldn’t wait to get away from her.

“Why?” She slapped his chest, then
pulled on his chest hair. “I was wondering if you found me to be satisfying,
and you’re thinking about other men. Then you thought about that. I just want
to know why they left you. I love holding you right now, all soft and sated.”

“I’m not much of a snuggler, I guess.”
She shifted on the bed and looked up at him from his chest. “I don’t do
relationships well. Actually, not at all. The one time I came close to one, he
left me at the altar. He slipped out the back of the courthouse with my friend.
Not my best friend, just the only other female I knew. I think they divorced a
few months after they married.”

“I’m sorry about that. But I’m glad,
too. If you’d been married to him when we met, I would have had to kill him.”
She waited for him to say he was kidding, but when he didn’t she laid her head
back down on his chest. “I’ll never hurt you, Jack. Never. But you do belong to
me now.”

“I don’t even know what that means. Belong
to you how? I know I said I did, but…. Why did you want me to tell you? Like
that? During…while we were….”

He kissed her mouth. “During sex? Because
I can’t fully claim you without your consent. And you gave it to me. Maybe…I
don’t know, I figured that you’d let me if it was in the heat of the moment.”

“You tricked me.” She started to get off
him when he rolled her to her back. When she tried to hit him, he pulled her
hands above her head and held them there.

“I need you. Not just for sex, but for
me. I can’t stand the thought that you hurt. I hate that those people who hurt
you are still walking around as if they didn’t harm something, someone that
belonged to me. You do, too. Belong to me, now and forever. I need you.”

She looked at his eyes as they began to
change, lighten in the wake of his anger. She pulled her hand free, and he let
her. Running her hand down his cheek, she saw him close his eyes, and she drew
back and slapped him. He raised his head so quickly that she heard his neck
pop.

“You ever trick me again, I will shoot
you right in the dick. I’m not a child. I’m a grown woman who has feelings that
get hurt when you do shit like that. You say I belong to you?” He nodded. “Then
I’m assuming it’s a two-way street.”