I turn on the water and fill my hand with some of it. After slurping it into my mouth, I swirl and spit into the rust and soap-stained basin, then twist the spigot off. When I straighten, my eyes fall on Luna’s pretty lips
wrapped around the handle of my toothbrush as she studiously and clumsily manhandles the brush against her teeth. A little frown of concentration pulls between her brows, and between that and the thought of my toothbrush, still wet with my spit, inside her mouth, it’s all I can do not to back her against the wall and show her a few more things I can do.
“Would you look at that,” I say. “You’re great at that. Keep on doing what you’re doing.” I stare at her mouth as a little trickle of saliva escapes and trickles down her chin. I swear my dick is going to shred my shorts at any second. I’m definitely going to need a good tug session tonight.
“I guess I need to learn how to do all this kind of stuff, don’t I?” Luna asks.
“If you’re going to live here,” I say, tugging at my shorts. I’m sure my tip will be peeking out of the hem of my shorts if I don’t get the situation adjusted soon.
“I’m not sure about that,” she says through a mouthful of toothpaste. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” I say, cranking up the water. “Here. Scoop, swish, and spit.”
She does so, bending over the sink so her ass nearly touches my dick.
I can barely stand the tease. Is she fucking with me? I don’t know the first thing about this chick. Maybe she fucked her way halfway across
the country to get here. Maybe she saw my raging hard-on and wanted to bounce her skinny little ass on it.
“Thank you,” she says, straightening and waving my toothbrush in my face. There’s not an ounce of artifice in her innocent expression.
Yup, just me being horn dog.
I take the toothbrush and consider leaving it unrinsed and jerking off with it in my mouth later. Her sweet smile makes me feel like a fucking pervert, though, so I rinse the damn thing in the running water and plunk it back in the cup.
“There,” I say. “Ritual complete.”
“That’s it?” she says, looking up at me with her soft, blue eyes.
“That’s it. There’s not much to it. Sometimes we take a shower, but the shower head’s broken, so…” I shrug.
“That’s too bad,” she says, lingering in the tiny closet-sized room with me, like she doesn’t want to leave, either. “I like showers.”
Fuck. I’m sure she’s not trying to fuck with me, but that doesn’t mean she’s not doing a fine job if it by accident.
“Then we’ll get it fixed,” I say, making a mental note to head to the hardware store and steal a showerhead.
She bites her lower lip, batting her big eyes up at me. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”
The room is way too fucking small for the two of us, and if I don’t get out of it, I’m going to do something that will get my ass kicked, so I reach past Luna and push the door open.
“You’re ready for bed,” I say, my voice gruff.
She nods and steps out of the bathroom. I follow her to the bedroom and grab up a handful of dirty clothes. One of my shirts is sopping wet and stinks like hops. I scowl at the damp spot staining the wood. “What the fuck happened here?”
“Sorry. I dropped the can,” Luna says, and her cheeks flush.
“Don’t worry about it. If you like beer, help yourself,” I say, gathering up a few more dirty clothes from the floor. We’ve got to make this place look livable if we want her to stay. She’s not the kind of woman who deserves to be fucked in the filth of our place.
Luna peels off my black sweatshirt and slides under the covers, and fucking hell, but I think I’m going to explode at the sight of her pretty little body stretched out on my sheets, not a stitch of clothes on it. All that time, she didn’t even have panties under the shirt. Her skin is milky white, her body emaciated but with just enough curves to say she’s a woman, old enough to mate. Her mound is covered with a sleek pelt of hair, and her tight little tits are tipped with pink nipples just begging to be sucked. It’s all
I can do not to dive between her skinny thighs and suck that sweet pink pussy until she screams like a banshee.
“Warrick doesn’t like me, does he?”
“Huh?” I yank my attention back to her mouth.
“Warrick. He doesn’t like me.” She tugs the covers over her luscious tits, hiding them from sight.
I blow out a lungful of air, trying to get the blood flowing from my little head back to the big one. “Don’t worry about Warrick,” I say. “He won’t hurt you. His bark is worse than his bite.”
She runs her hands over the bedspread, outlining her curves. “Why’s he so mad?”
“What?” I say, wondering where that idea came from. “He’s not mad. He looks scary because he is scary. He’s a badass motherfucker. When he’s on the back of his beast of a motorcycle, riding through town, people take one look at him and run for cover.”
“But you said he wouldn’t hurt me.”
“He won’t,” I say. “He wouldn’t hurt a defenseless pup like you.” “Oh,” she says, settling back on the bed, seeming to relax at last. “Do I scare you?” I ask, unable to help myself.
She pierces me with a beguiling gaze. “You did at first, but…” She shakes her head, and her long, silky hair musses against the pillowcase.
“Not anymore. I like you.”
Did she just say she liked me? Lucifer help me, I’m screwed. I can’t recall a woman ever saying that to me. Women want to fuck me, and then they want to pretend they don’t know me. They want to ride my dick until they’ve had three or four come-to-Jesus orgasms. They want to throw it in their exes face that they moved on with a bigger, meaner, tougher guy with a bigger dick. They don’t like me.
Suddenly, it feels like I swallowed a fishhook and she’s reeling me in. It fucks with my head, so after one final sweep of her blanketed body and her innocent face, I flick off the light and leave her to sleep. I’ve never wanted more from a woman than they want from me. I sure as fuck never wanted one to like me. That would just lead to even more trouble. But damn if Luna’s words echoing in my head don’t sound good.