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I’m going to memorize every inch of her skin now that she’s given me access. I draw my rough hands over every curve and see how beautiful she is when suds cover them.

Her hair is a darker shade of purple when it’s wet, and I wonder what she looks like when it’s her natural blonde. I want to see every version of her. I want to get to know them all.

When I’m done washing her body, I move to my own, taking my time.

I’m in no rush when I have a view of Luna, wet in my shower.

Turning to rinse myself off, I wince when the stream of water strikes the still-healing skin where the club branded me for lying to them.

“What is that?” Luna steps back to get a look.

She didn’t see it in my room because it was dark, and she was distracted. But there’s no hiding the wound from her under the harsh fluorescent lights in the bathroom.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” I grab her hand as she reaches for it, kissing the back of it.

Her pinched eyebrows tell me she doesn’t believe me, but she drops it either way. Luna has been around the clubhouse long enough to know how it works, and even if I don’t like lying to her, there are things I won’t be able to tell her, no matter what she is to me.

“Come here.” I spin her around and grab the shampoo.

I work it over her scalp until it’s bubbly, burying my fingers in the strands and washing it for her. Her shoulders relax as I work her scalp, and I notice a small scar on the back of her shoulder blade. I thought over this past year,I’d learned everything there was to know, but clearly, I’ve missed things.

“It smells like you,” she says, tipping her head back as I dig the suds into her scalp.

“Sorry, I don’t have any flowery shit in here.”

“Or conditioner,” she points out.

I hum because she’s right. I don’t need conditioner or body wash when a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap does the trick. It’s been so long since I’ve even been with a woman; I forgot they prefer all that.

“I can get some.”

She looks up over her shoulder. “For me?”

“Obviously.” I chuckle, rinsing her hair. “Who else would I be fucking in the shower?”

“And here I thought this was innocent.” She teases her bare ass against my cock, which is rock hard because the sight of her is all it takes to get my blood pumping.

“Careful, beautiful. If you keep that up, you’re really going to be hurting tomorrow.” I grab her hips as she pushes her wet ass against me. “A man only has so much patience.”

“And here I thought you were unbreakable.” She bites her lower lip, smiling. “But you’re right, I am sore.”

“Here.” I turn her around and move her to sit on the little ledge in the shower.

Kneeling down, I spread her knees and groan at the sight of her puffy pussy. She’s definitely going to hurt tomorrow, and I love it. But for now, I just want to make her feel good.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I slowly start to kiss from her knee up the inside of her thigh.

“Kissing you better.”

Her mouth opens like she’s about to argue, but I cut her off with my tongue on her clit. I kiss her nice and slow. I take my time until she’s coming on my tongue. Because all I want to do for the rest of my life is make this girl feel good while protecting her from the inevitable.

20

Ghost

Bea runs for thesoccer ball in pink cowgirl boots and a tutu over leggings. Her outfit isn’t made for playing soccer, but she doesn’t care. She runs around the yard, kicking the ball. And when she loses control and her little legs don’t get her there fast enough, she has to dive for it.

If the grass were real and not turf, her clothes would be covered in stains. It’s lucky for Legacy we live in the Vegas desert, where water is scarce and the heat is blistering, because it saves him from having to buy her new clothes every week.