Breaking Conviction by Greer Rivers

Chapter Forty-Four

If Naomi’s panties weren’t already damp, that would’ve done the trick. She gave him a dazed nod as she squeezed her legs closed to prevent a flood.

“This way, milady.” He pulled her inside by the hand and she fought the urge to squeeze it three times again.

They entered the room and the soothing scent of rich gardenias and green apples filled her nostrils and calmed her. A large white clawfoot tub sat catty-corner in the room. Lit candles covered every inch of the small tiered wooden tables lining the tub, leaving a small space for a bather to climb in.

Wes dipped the fingertips of his injured hand into the full, steamy tub, flicking bubbles off as he raised it again. He kissed her temple and let her go before indicating the tub with both hands.

“For you, my queen. Enjoy.”

His eyes crinkled at the edges, free from their glasses. She missed the frames, but she couldn’t resist lingering her gaze across his smile before he turned. Her heart stuttered and she grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” She swallowed. “Stay.”

The surprise on his face was quickly replaced by a smolder that made her knees week.

Slowly, she let him go, and despite his mischievous grin, she was still afraid he’d leave. She stepped back and tugged on the hem of her shirt. Her eyes stayed on his piercing blue orbs before she followed through.

The ice there was completely at odds with the warmth and kindness that always surrounded him. It was only in his eyes that she could see the cold fear of losing control and his fight not to turn into the monster he believed he was. But she knew better. He wasn’t a monster. He was her knight.

She pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts, trying not to succumb to shyness, even though Wes had basically already seen the rest of her. When they’d had sex, they’d somehow managed to keep her clothes on and she regretted not taking the time to fully appreciate his body, too. Now she was getting completely naked, body and soul, for the first time in… well, ever.

Dean had plenty of shit to say about her small breasts, making fun of her for not even really needing a bra. But Wes’s sharp inhale relieved her tension. She had curves, sure, but they were all in her hips and ass. The fact that he had an awed expression gave her the boost of encouragement she needed.

“I know you’re already clean from your shower but… do you wanna get in too?”

He glanced to the water and back before giving her a wicked smirk. “I’d love to join, but if I sink into that tub with you, getting clean will be the last thing on my mind.”

"Well then…” She dipped her hand into the warm water. Once it was soaked, she stood and bit her lip before closing the gap between the two of them. Using her wet finger, she traced the valley dividing his abs. Muscles tensed as she left a trail to his waistband. She ended her tease by curving her finger inside the fabric and giving a light tug. “Come dirty me up, troublemaker.”

At her challenge, his stare grew heated while he watched her step back and hook her thumbs under her own waistband. He slowly began to mirror her movements, his focus holding steady on her hands as she slid her jeans and thong down her legs and stepped out of them both. Taking the moment they hadn’t had the first time, she cataloged every inch of him, and she let him do the same.

The man was huge compared to her and looked menacing with his entire body almost completely covered with delicious tattoos of skulls and snakes. There were also patches of small scrapes and slight redness from the bombing and fire, evidence of how truly lucky she was that both Wes and Thea got out safely. All thanks to him.

Gratitude filled her chest and flowed through her veins, making her fingers tingle to touch him again. She licked her lips as her eyes trailed down his body to his already hard cock. Last time, she’d barely been able to conceal her surprise at his size. Back in college, Sophie told her it’s always the nerdy, quiet ones who have the longest dicks.

Guess there’s somethin’ to that.

Her gaze traveled back up his chest to his face, expecting it to be full of smug male satisfaction at her stare, only to find reverent awe there instead.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed before dragging his eyes back to hers.

The heat of his gaze sent warmth to her center. She desperately wanted to pounce on him and show him with her body how she felt about him, but she also wanted to drag it out just a little longer.

He grabbed her hand before breaking eye contact as they both stepped into the hot water. Wes hissed while she moaned. Damn, it felt divine.

“How are women able to bathe in scalding hot water?” Wes asked before settling slowly into the big tub. It would be a tight fit together, but there was definitely room.

She giggled and lifted a shoulder. “Because our pain tolerance is much higher than y’all’s, obviously.” She positioned herself to sit on the opposite side of the tub, but Wes tugged her hand.

“Come here.”

He already lay with his back against the tub and his legs spread. With a gentle twist, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her flush to his chest. His thick cock grew impossibly longer underneath her butt as she settled in, making her core throb in response.

She soaked in the warm water and sighed before closing her eyes. “Mmm, this is nice.”

He grunted his assent before reaching for the shampoo.

“Can I?” he asked, and Naomi turned to see heated anticipation written all over his face.

“Oh, um, sure. It won’t hurt your hand?”

She nodded toward his injury, but he shook his head.

“It hardly even hurts anymore. Especially not when I’ve got something much better to think about.”

“The prescription-strength ibuprofen helps, I bet. I know it’s making me feel better right now.”

“I’m glad you’re not in pain anymore.” The whispered phrase was heavy with meaning, but his kiss against her head was light. He twirled his finger, indicating she go for a quick dunk under the water to get her hair wet. When she rose back up, his hands were already massaging the shampoo onto her scalp.

“Good God, this is amazing.”

He stilled his motions and his cock jumped behind her butt before he cleared his throat and continued his ministrations. “I’ve been wanting to spoil you like this for a long time. I’m glad the fantasy is living up to reality.”

She laughed and soaked in the feeling of his fingers through her wet strands before she dunked again to rinse. When she raised back up, she looked to the side but couldn’t find any conditioner. Only shampoo would have to do. Instead, she reached for the loofah on the side of the tub, but Wes got to it before she did.

“No, let me.” His hushed whisper was cool against her skin compared to the steamy water, and she shivered despite the heat. She helped him pour body wash onto the loofah and he gently began to wash her with his uninjured hand. He started with her shoulder, but the soothing effect was immediate.

“Oh, god, Wes. This feels like heaven.”

He chuckled against her ear before kissing the shell. “With what I have in mind, Heaven’s just the beginning.”

Her pussy clenched at the emptiness and she nearly turned around to say screw it, or screw him, really, but he held firm to her shoulder, keeping her in place.

“Nah-ah-ah, let me do this for you. I want us to savor each other this time.”

He tapped her thigh and she lifted it out of the water for him to reach her legs. As he dragged the loofah across her skin, she closed her eyes, totally trusting him to take care of her. Soon, the loofah disappeared and she felt his fingers venture between her legs.

“Open for me, love.”

She spread them and let his fingers explore her pussy. He pulled her closer with the arm banded around her and teased her entrance with his fingers. She could tell she was already slick with her desire.

“Fuck, you need this as bad as I do, don’t you?”

She sucked in a sharp breath as his long finger entered her and his palm ground against her clit. She shuddered with a moan and lay back hard against his chest as he curled his finger to reach her G-spot.

“God, Wes, yes.”

Having Wes behind her and his arm reaching around her, not only was she insanely turned on, she also reveled in how protected she felt in his embrace.

He pumped once before adding another finger and she writhed against him, working the slick skin of her ass over his cock, making him moan, too. After a few strokes of his fingers over her G-spot, he developed a rhythm. His lips danced over her neck, below her ear, until his injured hand left her waist to turn her head and kiss her. The angle should’ve been awkward, but the stretch added to the tension building in her center. He kissed her with the same passion as he did with everything, laying claim to her lips like no one else ever had. It was heady having all that intense focus all on her.

The constant pulse against the bundle of nerves inside her made her moan. She squirmed to help him as his palm adopted the same rhythm against her clit. Her lower stomach muscles tensed almost to the point of pain, but goddamn, that release would be worth it after the climb.

Wes’s hand moved from her chin to one of her breasts, gingerly molding the small mound into a peak. His long, deft fingers moved to trace around her nipples, making the already stiffening tips stand up. Her body was so sensitive, just the barest caress of his finger over one nipple and then the other made her spine tingle and her toes curl.

“I feel you tightening around my fingers. I can’t wait for your cunt to strangle my cock when I’m finally inside you again.”

“Finally? It’s been a few days.” But even as she said it, she knew exactly what he meant.

“Days? Fuck, Naomi, every second I’m not buried inside you feels like an eternity.”

That did it. She moaned and her body writhed in the water as she came on his fingers, shuddering and tensing with each wave of her orgasm, making literal waves around them. Wes’s fingers never stopped teasing her inside, nor did he stop pinching her nipples as she tumbled into pleasure, until she finally relaxed against him.

He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear.

“Want to make up for lost time?”