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died, but I
was happy to have him here with me.”
    “I’m glad for both
of you,” I tell him, meaning every word. I can see the strong bond
they have, and how they’ve helped each other out over the years.
    We don’t talk as he
washes my hair. It feels amazing, though. He massages my scalp as he
works in the shampoo, and then the conditioner. Once he’s done, he
wraps my hair up in a towel. I lean up to kiss him, letting him know
I appreciate what he’s doing for me.
    “Time to take off all
of these unnecessary clothes of yours and get the rest of you clean.”
    “I need to dry my
hair, or it’s going to be a crazy mess.”
    “Leave it. If it’s
not a crazy mess when I’m done with you, I’m not doing things
right.”
    “Oh, I have no doubt
that what you’re about to do to me is going to be very right.”
    I take off my clothes,
and can’t resist towel drying my hair just a little bit while he
heads into my bedroom. I walk in, and stop short. There are candles
everywhere, and the bed is covered in plush towels. A basin with
soapy water is on the side table where my lamp usually resides. I
realize now that Brayden angled me in the other direction as we
walked through so I wouldn’t see anything.
    “Welcome to your
private bath. My name is Crown and I’ll be servicing you this
evening.”
    “Crown? That’s an
unusual name.”
    “An outstanding woman
gave it to me.”
    “You can call me
Cat,” I tell him with a smile.
    I walk into the room
and he guides me to the bed and onto my stomach. “Is your thigh
okay like this?”
    “Yeah. I’m good.”
    “How bad is it
hurting?”
    “I just said I was
good.”
    “How bad?” he asks
again.
    “Not as bad as it did
an hour ago.”
    “That’s the best
I’m going to get out of you, isn’t it?”
    “Pretty much.”
    “Just please, please
let me know if it hurts any worse, or if you want me to stop at any
time.”
    “I will…thank you.”
    “You can thank me by
letting me win at Call of Duty,” he says to me as he licks a path
up my spine.
    “I’ve tried that
already,” I tell him honestly.
    “Bloody hell. I
really do suck.”
    “Sucking can be
good.”
    “Like this?” he
asks as he sucks lightly on my neck.
    “Mm.”
    He chuckles against my
shoulder before continuing his journey over the back half of me. Once
he’s covered me in kisses and licks, he grabs a soapy washcloth and
starts cleaning me thoroughly. By the time he’s finished, I’m
squirming with want, and he hasn’t even touched the front of me
yet.
    “I need to go grab
another washcloth with just water so I can get this soap off.”
    “Hurry,” I tell
him, shamelessly rubbing myself against the towels beneath me.
    “Don’t you dare try
and get off without me.”
    “I can’t promise
you anything.”
    “Fuck, Darcy. I’ll
be right back.”
    “Fine, I’ll wait.
Just get back here.”
    He’s back in less
than a minute, wiping all the soap off much faster than he put it on.
He grabs a towel and dries me off before flipping me over and
spreading my legs. He drops down and starts feasting on me. He’s
eating me like I’m his last meal, and yes, I’m screaming.
    Once he’s brought me
to orgasm twice with his mouth, he kisses his way up and down my
legs, being mindful of my bandage. Then it’s my hips, stomach, and
ribs. He stops his progress to worship my tits for a good half hour,
making me come again just from what he’s doing up there, before
giving my collarbone and neck the love he thinks they deserve. I’m
sated and boneless by the time he reaches my mouth.
    “How am I doing so
far?” he asks in between kisses.
    “So far? I thought we
were almost done.”
    “We’ve barely
gotten started.”
    * * *
    Brayden
    I meant what I just
said to Darcy. I’m planning on making love to her all night.
Because it’s more than likely going to be our last. I spent the
hour we were apart with Noah and Jen. They’ve both convinced me
that I have to step things up. I know