Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
So I let Crow help me stand, we got out, and I took the towel from him and began drying him off. He gave me that confused, squinty-eyed, wrinkled-forehead look, his hair more scraggly than usual and half wet. I smiled at him. “I want to do this for you. I want to give this to you. You’ll never have to face anything alone again.”
The look in his eyes changed, softened, yet seemed hungry too, before he gave me a small nod.
Crow gave himself to me, allowed me to dry him. I started at his front, his chest, stomach, then knelt as I dried his thighs and lower legs, one, then the other. “Turn around for me.”
He did as I said, and this time I worked my way up to his muscular thighs and firm, slightly furry ass, then his back and shoulders, and finally his hair.
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his shoulder, wrapped my arms around his waist. “You say I’m yours, but you’re mine too, Crow. We belong to each other.” With one more gentle kiss to his back, I wiped any remaining water, then dried myself.
He let me take his hand and lead him to the bed. We climbed in, and I lay on top of him. “Is this okay?” I traced circles in the hair on his chest with my finger. Crow nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He turned his head to the side, the pain in his eyes palpable, squeezing and tightening my chest.
“It’s okay.” I went to slide down his body, but Crow stopped me, holding my face in his hands and bringing our mouths together. He pushed his tongue between my lips, taking from me what he needed, giving me what he couldn’t with words.
Our tongues moved together, slow and languid and like we could make this moment last forever, live right here, just feeding from each other’s mouths. The kiss told me I’m sorry even though he didn’t need to say that to me. I want to give you something, which I appreciated even though I didn’t need it either. I knew Crow’s heart, and that was what mattered.
When the kiss ended, I started to work my way down his body, my lips following a trail down his torso. Now that I could do things like this with him, I wanted to do them all the time. Settling between his legs, I took his soft cock into my mouth, suckling it. Even flaccid, Crow was something to marvel at. I loved doing this for him, loved the feel of him against my tongue, being a place for his cock to rest, because every part of Crow deserved to be worshipped. It was a deeper way to connect, a way to both give and take what each of us needed, and luckily for us, the things we craved merged together, met perfectly in the middle.
Crow massaged my scalp while I warmed his cock, until eventually, he fell into much-needed sleep.
*
I woke up before Crow, which rarely happened. I’d fallen asleep with my head on his hip and his fingers in my hair.
Frowning, I sat up, shaking his shoulder gently. “Crow?”
His eyes jerked open, Crow moving so quickly, I wasn’t sure what happened before he’d shot up, flipped me, and lay on top of me, holding me down with wild eyes.
“Baby?” I said, and that seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. His gaze turned horrified, wide-eyed in a different way as he scrambled off me, back pressed against the headboard, as if trying to get as far away from me as possible. “Hey, it’s okay. I just startled you. You weren’t going to hurt me, Crow. I’m not afraid of you.” Still, my heart banged against my chest as if trying to break through.
Crow cocked his head, seeming more like the man I’d met months ago than the one I’d grown to know. He always had those moments of quiet when he pulled away, reminding me that he’d been completely alone for ten years and grew up in a way I would never understand, and that he belonged to this mountain more than anything else. But I hadn’t seen him so…confused? Skittish? Unsure? Not for a while.
“Baby?” Air struggled to pull through my lungs, feeling like someone was stacking weight on them, more and more and more with each second slowly ticking by, until…
“Little lamb…”
“Yes. God yes.” My eyes teared up, wetness pooling in them. I didn’t know what I thought was going to happen. That he’d forgotten me? That he would send me away? The latter was always a fear for me, and that would probably never change. I wasn’t sure my mental illness would allow it to. No matter how much I trusted Crow, that fear of abandonment always sneaked in.