Page 37 of Pure Silence

“Dear God,” Day murmured, “thank you for my angel. I think we’re going to go take a shower, and then I can make us breakfast. I finally understand why he’s here.” He smiled. “He’s here to be mine.”

“How about we shower, eat some breakfast, and talk?” Goldie urged. “We need to talk about Michael.”

Day quirked his brows in questioning.

“The man who tried to kill me last night. We need to talk about what happened to him, okay?”

Day shrugged. “Dear God, please let my angel know that there’s nothing to worry about. I took care of him.”

“Oh, I know. I saw.” Goldie fought not to grimace. “And again, not trying to downplay how very grateful I am. You saved my life and probably Dana’s too. Well, I guess there’s no probably to it. You really did save us all.”

Day smiled and kissed Goldie again.

“Mmm, but. Big but here. I’m a tiny bit concerned about your mission? And that maybe this is something that happens… a lot?”

Day frowned.

“Day.” Goldie took a deep breath. “Have you killed more people?”

Day shook his head.

Goldie sighed in relief. “Oh, okay, because I was starting to think—”

“Dear God, please let my angel know that I only dispatch sinners,” Day cut in. “Those whose lips speak with venom, those whose tongues spit lies, those whose hands shed innocent blood, those with hearts that beat with corrupt schemes, those whose loins swell from conflict. I am here to repay God’s wrath like my Father before me until I take my last breath.”

Goldie’s stomach clenched.

Day smiled as if what he’d just said should have cleared up any confusion, and he kissed Goldie’s cheek. He hopped off his lap and then reached for him to help him up from bed.

Goldie was numb as Day led him into the bathroom. Day laid out his medicine for him on the counter, and he smiled like he was giving Goldie a treat when he dosed out the extra pain pill Goldie had asked for yesterday. Goldie took the medicine and thanked him, and he watched Day get undressed so he could get the shower going.

Day really was stunning, an athletic creature with strong shoulders and arms, and his long legs were especially captivating. He was beautiful, thoughtful, and oh, he was also totally insane because he thought he was on a mission from God to kill people.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Goldie weighed his options.

Other than what happened with Michael, Goldie didn’t have any proof that Day had hurt anyone. Maybe he really was just crazy and what happened with Michael was a one time thing. He was torn because of his growing attraction to Day, and there was something here that was special and strange that he’d never felt before.

But he needed to call the cops, right?

He had to tell someone, didn’t he?

And where the hell was the damn body?

Goldie had only taken a quick glance down the hallway on the way to the bathroom, and he didn’t see anything except a slightly perturbed Purrcy. She was no doubt getting ready for her morning meow fest to demand breakfast.

“Dear God,” Day said as he pulled Goldie’s sweats down abruptly, “it’s time for me and my angel to shower.” He kneeled to help Goldie step out of them, smiling up at him. He peeled off the old lidocaine patches to toss in the trash. He put their dirty clothes in the hamper and then took hold of Goldie’s cock.

Goldie flinched, and he groaned as Day gently led him by his cock to the toilet.

Day acted as if this was perfectly normal, and he gave Goldie’s cock a squeeze, aiming it toward the bowl. He stared at him expectantly.

“Yeah, uh… just hang on.” Goldie was having trouble getting his urine flow started. It was more than a bit awkward trying to take a piss with someone’s hand literally on his dick. He studied the ceiling, trying not to think about it and ignore how his stomach clenched.

He wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or desire or some shameful mix of both, but he was finally able to go.

Day smiled, clearly pleased, and he held Goldie’s cock until he was finished. He gave him a little shake, and then he urged Goldie into the shower.

Goldie groaned as he stepped into the hot spray, and he turned so it was beating on his neck and the top of his back. He’d had the shower head positioned as high as the ceiling would allow to accommodate his extra height. While he stood there, he reflected on how natural it felt to follow Day’s directions.