Judge (Shady Valley Henchmen 1) - Page 49

And I liked it that she felt comfortable asking for what she wanted.

I didn’t even respond, just started slipping out of my clothes.

“Scoot forward,” I demanded when I was naked.

Her shy gaze flicked my way, then quickly away as she made room for me.

The water felt like it was peeling off the first four or five layers of skin as I lowered myself in, but I just gritted my teeth, then carefully reached for her, pulling her back against my chest.

“Better?” I asked.

“Yes,” she sighed as her head leaned back against my shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Don’t gotta thank me. Those meds should kick in in half an hour or so. The bath should help until then. What?” I asked when she made a strange, choked noise that I didn’t understand.

“Nothing.”

“Nah, not nothing. What?”

“I was just thinking…”

“About?”

“About, you know, pain relief,” she said, voice so low that I barely heard it.

And then it hit me.

The phone the night before.

And my very fucking selfish suggestion for pain relief.

But, clearly, it must have helped, or she wouldn’t have brought it up.

“This kind of pain relief?” I asked as my hand moved up the outside of her thigh, then slipped inward and up until I cupped her pussy.

“Yes,” she sighed, exhaling hard. “That kind. You know,” she added, her hips doing the slightest wiggle when I didn’t immediately start touching her, “just until my medicine kicks in.”

My cock already felt painfully hard just from being close to her. It was only going to get worse to feel her, to hear her come.

But I was just going to have to deal with that. Because there was no way I was going to deny her an orgasm. Or two.

“Think I can manage that,” I agreed as my fingers slid up her pussy to find her clit, working it in slow circles.

Her hand shot out, grabbing me around my thigh as her breathing immediately went more shallow, got faster and faster as I started working her.

I tried to keep my fingers slow, not wanting to accidentally jostle her body, make another wave of pain shoot through her system.

But pretty soon, she was quietly begging for more.

“Jass, please,” she whimpered, her hips rolling.

“Please, what, baby?” I murmured down by her ear.

“I need your fingers.”

“You need my fingers to do what?” I asked, moving my thumb to her clit and letting two of my fingers drift down. “To slip inside your tight pussy?”

“Yes,” she sighed as my fingertips tapped against the entrance to her body.

She just barely muffled her moan as my fingers slipped inside, feeling her tight walls grip me.

My fingers started to fuck her, slow and steady, as my thumb worked her clit.

Try as she might, her little mewling whimpers started to get louder and louder, and I was a little too aware of the acoustics in the bathroom.

My free hand moved out, gently pressing over her mouth, hoping I wasn’t making her split lip or gum hurt, but knowing I needed to keep her quiet as I drove her up to, then through, her orgasm, making her whole body shake hard.

“Your fingers,” she said a long couple of minutes later after she finally relaxed against me again.

“What about them?” I asked, wiggling them inside her.

“They’re still…”

“Inside you? Yeah,” I agreed.

“Um… why?”

“Like the feel of your pussy, baby,” I said, shrugging.

“But you’re not…”

But then I was again, driving her up and over before she even had a chance to fully catch her breath from the first one.

“Water is getting cold,” she grumbled a while later, sounding sleepy. Likely from a combination of the pain, the meds, and the orgasms.

I would argue that the water had finally reached a tolerable level, but this wasn’t about me.

“Okay. Let me get out first,” I said, sliding away from her, then reaching for a towel to dry off, slipping into my clothes, then grabbing another towel for her.

While she sat wrapped in that, I grabbed her some fresh clothes, then helped her back into them.

It wasn’t until I was fiddling with her sling strap that we heard it.

Footsteps on the stairs.

And not slow, lazy ones like you might expect from Rian.

No.

I’d place my money on Cillian coming home early to check on his kid sister.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“Closet. Get in the closet,” she demanded, pointing toward it.

I didn’t even pause.

I flew across her room and into the closet with all of a second to spare before her bedroom door opened.

“Hey, what are you doing, kid?” Cillian asked as he came in.

“I was achy, so I decided to take a bath,” she admitted. “I’m having trouble with this, though,” she said, holding up her sling.

“I can help with that. Did you take the extra pill? I know you said you didn’t want it, but Dr. Price said you were going to need it.”

“I tried not to, but I ended up having to take it,” she admitted as Cillian slipped her sling back on.

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