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It would be a little bit more time before Nelle understood what the word prayer meant for SOFRAW.
Cyrus demanded Maggie pour a glass of whiskey and he handed it to Nelle. He declared to the entire clubhouse that Nelle had earned her stay in the clubhouse and earned the respect of everyone there. In other words, Nelle had bought herself another night without being bothered.
She took a sip of the whiskey, hated the taste, and then took another sip. For a second Nelle thought Cyrus wanted her to speak but he quickly changed gears and hurried after Dr. Hazel to escort her out of the clubhouse.
That’s when Slade approached her, placing a hand to the small of her back.
“You should go back to the room, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You can shower and then I’ll have Muffin bring us something to eat.”
“Muffin?” Nelle asked.
“Go on,” Slade said with a gentle push.
There was just something about Slade. Commanding Nelle. Giving her that little push. It worked for her. It really worked for her.
Okay, it really turned her on.
In the shower, Nelle started to laugh when she realized it was the second time she was in Slade’s shower, but the first time standing. Laughing to herself, alone, in the shower of an outlaw. In some odd way, it felt almost poetic. Or maybe Nelle was just teetering on the brink of true insanity.
In front of her on a metal holder there was a bottle of men’s shampoo and conditioner. Two products in one bottle. And then a bar of dark blue soap. Nothing that smelled like her and nothing that would clean her the way she preferred. Yet in some ways it was far better than being back above the antique store.
I’ve never truly had a home, have I?Nelle asked herself.
The question made her laughter fade. Her mood instantly crashed. She stepped into the water some more, letting the extra hot water hit her face, not wanting to know if there were tears mixed in or not. The water rushed, her skin felt hot, almost burning, the perfect temperature. A little voice in the back of her mind started to speak.
Do you realize that you just helped some doctor to—
Nelle felt a hand touch her shoulder. She jumped and let out a scream. Water collected into her mouth and she choked as she was spun around.
A hand touched her throat. Lips suddenly collided with hers. If she could talk, she’d whisper one thing.
Slade.
Chapter Twenty-Three
WET
Their thoughts collided somewhere between that first deep kiss and the first touch of Slade’s fingers between Nelle’s legs. Nelle felt Slade’s tongue sweep across her mouth once more. She felt herself melting in more ways than one.
Slade was naked. A hard, muscular, tattooed body waiting for her. Nelle managed to place her hand to Slade’s chest and she pushed herself back. She stumbled into the hot water, then leaned forward, quickly wiping her face.
Shehadto see Slade naked. Head to toe naked. And what she saw… Slade with that rattlesnake glare in his eyes and his scruffy face. His body though.
Modeled with muscles. Shoulders to arms. Arms to forearms. Shoulders to chest. Chest to stomach. That perfectVcut that led Nelle’s eyes to Slade’s insanely feral cock. Thick and hard, those same veins that her mouth camethis closeto licking, pulsing and waiting. Slade was built like a fucking steel pillar.
Nelle placed her right hand against the tiled wall of the shower. She felt her knees demanding to bend a little. Between her legs she throbbed so hard her clit actually began to quiver.
She knew one touch…
“Slade,” she purred.
“Tell me, sweetheart.”
“I’m so close already. It’s just everything going on. That’s all. I…”
“Touch your clit, Nelle. I want to watch you come while I stroke my cock.”
Nelle’s jaw dropped. There was no need to tell her twice. She was too far gone by now. And it wasn’t just the whiskey once again playing with her head. Nelle was literallyright fucking there.
