Page 53 of Dangerous Games of Trust
“Get me a computer, I’ll check it out for you,” Maddox tells Ricky. And I can see he’s itching to be back to work already.
“Do you need me to help you have a shower, big guy?” I laugh, remembering how he tossed me under the cold shower not so long ago when I was being a brat and refusing to leave the safety of my room. “I can help Ricky and play nurse if you want.”
“You can shower with me, baby doll.” Ricky’s eyes light up. He’s so easy to please.
“Hey, it’s me who’s injured,” Maddox complains, death glaring him.
“I thought there was nothing wrong with you,” Ricky mocks him.
Maddox laces his hand with mine. “If the pretty lady wants to play nurse and shower me, I’m not going to turn her away.”
“Is it safe?” I ask Ricky to make sure I’m not going to cause his injury to get worse. I want more than anything to get his gorgeous body all soapy, but not if I’m going to hurt him.
“Probably not for you.” Ricky smirks, cheekily.
I move around to Maddox’s side of the bed and take his hands in mine, helping him up to standing. I know I felt like death warmed over after I got shot, I could hardly move, but Maddoxis strong on his feet. It’s like nothing has happened. Least that is the way he’s acting. He’s strong as an ox, and I didn’t expect anything less. If it wasn’t for the two bandages staring at me from his chest, I wouldn’t believe how severe his injuries are. He’s in just low-slung sweatpants, and I can see some intense bruising coloring his torso around his ink. Guilt eats at me. He’s hurt because of my stupidity.
“Stop looking at me like that, Harley. I’m fine, nothing but a couple of scratches and a little bruising.”
I suck in a breath. “Okay,” I mutter, trying to play it cool for him. If he wants to act like nothing’s wrong, I can pretend.
He walks on his own to the ensuite, but I stay closely by his side just in case he needs me. He leans into the ensuite, using it to balance. “You doing the whole job?” His brow raises, and I know he’s trying to be playful.
My lips turn up at the sides. This side of Maddox is my favorite. “What would the whole job entail?” I purr back, being way too flirty for this current situation. But if the man who got stabbed because of me needs a distraction from his current turmoil, I’m here for it. I flick on the water and dance my hand under the flow as I wait for it to warm up.
“Take off your clothes, temptress. I like my nurses wet and naked when they bathe me.” His dirty words send a shiver of anticipation through me that goes right to my desperate pussy. His hungry eyes meet mine, and I wonder if it’s even safe for him to have sex right now.
Ricky comes to the doorway. “No fucking, Maddox. Not till your stitches have healed.”
Maddox gives him a fierce stare that saysI will do whatever the fuck I want.
“You pop those stitches, you’re on your own.” Ricky snakes an arm around my middle and pulls me into him, planting a kiss on my lips. “If our girl needs a good fucking, I can take care of it.”Ricky grins at me, and I feel a tingle go right through me again. Man, I have missed his playfulness. And the idea of having them both at the same time. Maybe I’m not so sad to be back in this place.
“Like hell you will.” Maddox removes his sweatpants, and his massive erection springs free just begging me to come play. How can the man be hard when he’s in so much pain? “Get your clothes off, Nurse Harley,” he growls out impatiently.
I pull my tank over my head, and Ricky helps me remove my bra, playing with my tits as he nuzzles my ear. “No sex, Harley. I’m serious,” he whispers in my ear.
I turn back to face him and give him a nod to tell him I hear what he’s saying loud and clear. His hand drops to the zipper on my jeans, and undoing it slowly, the look in his eyes igniting a flame with in me. I slide them down my legs, and he hooks his fingers in the side of my panties, removing them. The air in the bathroom fills with steam and deep heady desire. Both sets of eyes land on me, I can feel them, and my heart kicks up a beat.
I turn round to find Maddox stepping under the steaming shower, first wetting his hair and running his hands over his body. His muscles tense, and I know he’s in more pain than he’s willing to admit. He beacons me with his hands to join him. There is no way I could say no.
I step under the spray, and he pulls me into him close, smelling my hair. “Just like fucking sunshine,” he says, like somehow I can make him all better. And I wish it were that easy. I would do anything to take away his pain.
He leans into the tile wall, and I take a washcloth and squirt some of his body wash into it then soap up his body, just like he did mine that night in the safe house, tenderly gliding the cloth over every smooth muscle. His normally olive skin is marked with black and blue.
“You’re covered in bruises,” I gasp, not able to keep it in. “Do you need Nurse Harley to kiss you better?” I press my lips lightly to various spots over his torso and arms as he plays with my hair.
He stops abruptly, his hand coming to my side, running a finger down the length from under my arm to my hip. “So are you.” He cups my ass, running his fingers over the fleshy part of my cheeks. “And I want to know who’s been taking to your ass with a belt.”
Fuck.
I freeze. That was nearly a week ago, I didn’t think there were still marks on me from Geovani’s deliciously torturous punishment. My cheeks glow red, I can feel it, and I purposely avoid eye contact with him, continuing to wash his gorgeous body. Every muscle is ripped perfection, and that’s what I want to focus on.
He reaches out and grabs my wrist, stopping me, pulling my full attention back to his face. “Alessandro will go ape if he sees this shit.”
“Oh, come on Maddox, I’m sure he would do worse if I let him. Two peas in a fucked-up pod, those two are.” He stares at me, and I hate that we have gone back to all the serious stuff again already. “We had a fight, and this was us making up. It’s fine. I wasn’t complaining, trust me.” I push him back toward the wall and pop up on my toes so I can kiss his lips, bringing him back into the moment. He wraps his arms around my body and holds me close as our kiss intensifies.
“You’re something else, Harley Havardi.”
