He pulls out and throws the condom in the trash, washing his hands afterward. He turns on the shower and holds out his hand.
“Want another since I dirtied you up so thoroughly?”
I step in the shower behind him and watch as he runs his hands through my hair, getting it wet again.
“I love your hair,” he whispers.
I swallow hard and put my fingers on his lips and down his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing underneath me.
“What if we didn’t hate everything about each other? Would that be so bad?”
“It’s impossible to hate your tits,” he whispers. “And your ass is the thing dreams are made of.”
I laugh, my face flushing with embarrassment. But his words are life. “So basically my looks do it for you but nothing else.”
He smirks and I feel his cock bounce up between us. I take the soap and slide the suds over his chest and back, his legs. And when I get on my knees and soap up his cock, I make sure to get it fully clean before I dirty him up myself.
I swallow every drop and know that I have a big problem.
I won’t be able to give him up. Ever. Not willingly.
“Your mouth is also excellent…when you’re not speaking,” he whispers in my ear before we get out of the shower.
“Good thing I can’t keep my mouth shut.”
I walk out to the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me and my clothes are lying on the bed, clean and folded.
“Thank you,” I say when he comes out of the bathroom still naked. I admire his body in the light of day.
God, he’s gorgeous. I turn away, already feeling the heaviness of this coming to an end. Whatever this has been.
“I was lying. I know who Luke is. And I know where he is…all the more reason for you to get out of here and leave Longlake.”
I tilt my head, speechless. “What do you mean? Where is he?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t tell you that.”
“Why not?” I snap, stepping chest to chest with him.
“He’s working with my father.”
I fall back, my legs hitting the bed, as the wind is knocked out of me.
“And if you even breathe a word of this to anyone, specifically your mother, it will all be over for both of you. Do I make myself clear?”
I stare up at him and gulp, the tears threatening to surface again unless I can get a grip fast. I stand up, turning my back to him while I put on my clothes.
“I hate you, Raf Barron.”
“Good. I hate you too, Gabriela Sinclair.”
Chapter Eighteen
When Raf goes to his room to get dressed, I go out the back door and am almost to my car when I feel a sharp chill go down my spine. I turn to look over my shoulder and am hit in the back of the head, my vision going black.
When I wake up, I’m in the car and we’re speeding through the roads near my house. I turn to see who’s driving and groan at the movement but am glad to see that it’s Raf.
“You’re awake. Stay still. I’m taking you to the hospital.”
I hold my head. “My head hurts, but I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”
“We need to get you checked out. Did you see who did this?”
“No. You didn’t?”
“He ran when he heard me coming. I saw the back of a guy with a ski mask on. Did he say anything?”
“No,” I whisper.
He turns to glare at me and I lean my head against the back of the seat.
“Stop looking at me that way.”
“Why were you trying to leave?”
“I wanted to see my mom…and I needed space.”
“God, Gabi. You could’ve been killed. What were you thinking?”
I watch the houses flash by as we drive past. A few more turns and we’re pulling into the hospital parking lot.
“Why would your dad be working for Luke?”
“He’s not working for him,” he snaps. “You’ve got it backwards. Forget I said anything. It’s best you stay out of it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I hoped it’d be—just forget it.”
“How can I forget something like that?”
“My dad said your mom will be discharged soon.” His voice is gruff, but it sounds almost like a peace offering.
I’m having trouble getting past the images of the way he looked at me last night versus the coldness he’s putting out today.
It’s the loneliest feeling in the world.
When he parks, he doesn’t move right away. He turns off the ignition and turns to face me. “About last night…”
I hold up my hand and he pauses. “You don’t need to say anything about it. We can just pretend it never happened.”
His face flushes and his jaw ticks a few beats. “Right. Okay. I’m glad we’re…clear on that.” He leans down when he sees the sign near where we’re parked. “I think we’ll be okay here until we can get you checked. Come on, I told my dad we’ll be here and can bring your mom home while he goes and checks out your place…if everything is okay with your head.”
“It’s a waste of time for me to be seen. I’ve got a lump on my head. No big deal.”
He ignores me and steps out of the car, coming around to open my door. I huff inside, knowing I’m not getting out of this and annoyed by everything Raf-related right now. I can’t even have the morning walk of shame in peace.
I’m checked in and an hour later, a nurse calls my name.
“Can you go check on my mom while I’m in here?” I ask Raf.
“I’m coming with you,” he says, smiling at the nurse.
“No, you’re not.”
He slides his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck. I’m stunned into silence. “I have to make sure you’re okay, baby. You would do the same for me.”
I stare up at him and when he kisses the tip of my
