Finally Heaven (Room 103 Book 4) by D H Sidebottom Read Free Book Online

escaped from him.
    “Shh.” I stood, hooking his arm to pull him up. I needed to sober him up quickly. Bulk would go ballistic at his state. Spirit was already hyperventilating behind me. I turned to Jen, “Go fetch his suit from Bulk.”
    She nodded instantaneously, disappearing through the doors as I directed Daniel into the huge bathroom.
    He started to unzip his jeans, lifting the toilet seat and relieving himself as I turned on the shower. He studied me, the deep furrow of his brow puckering deeper as he shook himself and reached out to flush, missing the handle and falling against the wall.
    “Christ, Daniel.”
    He didn’t respond apart from a deep chuckle, the sound doing something forbidden to my womb. I’d always loved the sound of his laugh, it was deep, masculine and infectious. An instinctive smile covered my face. He grinned at me, his eyes twinkling behind the mass of blood vessels. “You always had a pretty smile, Ink. One that always made me smile with you.”
    My heart lurched as he did, his body falling towards me. I managed to catch him, my arms sliding under his armpits. I jostled him round, trying to manipulate his body into the cool stream of water.
    He waggled his eyebrows at me as I leaned him against the glass shower screen and lifted his t-shirt over his head, grimacing at the streak of dried vomit down the front of it. He watched me, the glint of amusement in his expression soon turning into something darker when I started to unbuckle his belt.
    I crouched, pulling the denim down his legs, willing my eyes not to look at his impressive cock. I squeezed them closed when his hard erection sprung free as I lowered them. Fuck!
    “It’s been a while since we’ve partied, Ink.”
    I willed my resolve to strengthen when I felt his hand slide into my hair, his fingers pulling at a pin that held it up. Bringing my hand up to his, I looked up at him, my other hand undoing the laces of his boots. “No.” I shook my head, fortifying my word with a shake of my head. “Took me ages to fix my hair.”
    He smiled at me, a lopsided grin that did something to my insides. I refused to allow it to develop. “I can fix your hair for you, Zo. You always looked stunning with it wrapped around my hand when your lips were wrapped around my cock.”
    “Fuck!” I couldn’t help the breathy word from slipping out, my anger heightening alongside my lust. I lifted my eyes to him as I pulled off his boots and yanked his jeans off from around his ankles, leaving him completely bare. “Don’t do this, Daniel. We just need to get you cleaned up and sober. Today is Bulk and Spirit’s day, don’t spoil it for them.”
    He didn’t respond as I guided him into the shower. He fell backwards and I cursed under my breath, knowing I would have to get in there with him if I didn’t want him to drown.
    He stood staring at me, his agonised gaze fixed on my face as I steered him under the flow of cool water. “Shit!” he hissed when the torrent sliced through his concentration on me, a cold shiver vibrating through his body as goosebumps erupted over his skin, bringing his ink to life under the ripple of his body hair.
    I grabbed the bottle of shower gel, squeezing it onto my hands to quickly wash him. I kept my face trained on his chest as my hands moved over him, cleaning away the remnants of his vomit.
    We were quiet, me not daring to speak, just needing to get this done as quickly as I could. The hairs on the back of neck jolted upright when he whispered. “I miss you.”
    I swallowed, ignoring the way my hard nipples showed through the wet silk of my bra.
    I didn’t reply, I couldn’t. My heart pulsed violently though, my blood surging through me and making me lightheaded.
    My teeth sank into my lip when he lifted his hand and dragged a finger down between my breasts, dipping into my cleavage. “Fuck Zo, why are you hell bent on making my cock hurt? Every time my eyes find you, my damn dick wants you.”
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