Chapter Seventeen
Once the drippingand twitching stopped, I turned on the water without him asking. He washed, straightened his pants, and set out another pad for me.
“I don’t need that yet,” I said so he would understand my only reason for coming up here had been him.
He stalked toward me again, cupped the back of my head, and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Thank you for not fearing me.”
“Thank you for letting me watch.”
He flashed a grin at me, brushed his lips against my forehead, and told me to come down when I was ready.
Like last time, I took a moment to cool off. However, before I went downstairs, I detoured to change shirts.
Azio groaned when he saw me come down with one of the “soft” t-shirts he’d picked out. My gaze shifted to Groth, though, who was watching just as intently.
I reminded myself that they said nudity was no big deal as I resumed my place on the couch.
“I think I might be ready for some cookie dough,” I said nervously.
Groth immediately got up and scooped some into a bowl for me like it was ice cream. When he handed it to me, his gaze swept over my flushed face.
“Thank you, Terri. You are kind to be nice to me.”
I snorted. “You’re the one who made me the cookie dough. Thank you.”
He grunted, glanced at my chest, and took his seat. Azio sat even closer to my head, almost blocking my view of the movie. I didn’t mind. However, rather than teasing his ear some more, I nibbled on the dough and read my book.
True to his word, he didn’t get upset or subtly try to pester me into touching him.
However, by lunch, my period was in full swing with the cramping. Probably because the dumb book kept making me wish I had someone dominating me—not really, but I couldn’t stop thinking of Azio’s offer. Oh, there was no way I was going to take him up on it. It was too gross. Embarrassing.
My libido disagreed.
I ignored it.
By the time the lights came on outside, I had a slight headache and just wanted to go to bed. Azio snuggled up behind me again and then did the most magical thing ever. He started rubbing my lower back. His thumbs seemed to know just where to go and how much pressure to use.
“Oh, that feels so good. I didn’t even know it hurt until you started rubbing.”
“I don’t like seeing you in pain.”
“Yeah, I don’t like being in pain either.”
He nuzzled the back of my neck.
“Will you let me help you?”
“You already are.”
“Shower with me. It will help.”
My core clenched even as I shook my head.
“No. This is good. You don’t have to do the shower thing.”
He chuckled low.