Nash: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone (book series for 12 year olds txt) 📕

The second I slid my fingers around her clit, she furrowed her brow.

All I could do was smile. Such a hell cat. Such a delicious, formidable treat.

I turned her around to face the wall, taking my time soaping up her back and legs, enjoying the marks on her bottom. Well spanked and well fucked. I couldn’t get the words out of my mind.

After finishing washing her, I shifted her toward the water. I was actually shocked that she’d allowed me to control cleaning her voluptuous body, although I had to admit, the experience was sensual as fuck. She seemed to enjoy the water as it cascaded down her face and back. The way she tipped her head, exposing her long neck, almost forced me to take her all over again.

God, the woman would light the fire of every man in the freaking state. However, the passion would need to be set aside, at least until we could get a handle on what we were dealing with. Christ. I couldn’t believe I’d actually signed on to help her. What was I getting myself into? Hell, I was already smack in the middle of the nightmare. Why not see it through?

But… she would absolutely need to learn that she couldn’t go off halfcocked.

“Open your mouth,” I instructed.

“I’m sorry. What?” she asked, her body stiffening.

“You heard me. I told you before that we were going to need to take care of that mouth of yours. Part those lips.”

I heard her squeal and could swear I was able to read her mind. Whether she wanted to slap me in the face or kick me in the balls, neither was going to happen.

“I still hate you,” she huffed, a string of curse words erupting from her mouth.

“Like I said. Tough talk for a beautiful lady. We’re going to break you of that. Now, open your mouth.” I eased the soap to her lips, tapping her on the bottom when she didn’t respond quickly.

“Aaahhh…”

“And stick out your tongue.”

Mitch darted a look over her shoulder. I loved a feisty woman and the look in her eyes could shatter glass. But… she obeyed.

“This should help you remember everything I’ve said.” I slowly rolled the bar of soap back and forth across her tongue, fighting the urge to press my throbbing cock against her blushing rounded ass cheeks. “Open wider. That’s a good girl.”

There was no doubt she was still trying to curse me out, the words strangled as she clawed the tile.

But she obeyed.

“That’s it. Bite down.” While it took a few seconds, she followed my instructions. I stepped back, leaning against the wall and watching as she shook her head. I had no intention of leaving the soap for very long. However, the bastard part of me was enjoying the way she shifted her hips back and forth, a grumble still in her throat.

I sighed and moved my hand between my legs, stroking my cock. I still found it hard to believe that this Giordani asshole had gone to all this trouble. Checking on who the hell he was would be one of the first things to do. Maybe Scorpion or Hawk had connections to someone who could check out his record in Chicago. A guy like that likely had a rap sheet a mile long.

I was lost to my thoughts until she stomped her foot, moaning over the thick bar. “You did well. Open your mouth.”

Mitch hissed before spitting it out, the bar tumbling to the shower floor. She lifted her head, sucking in water then spitting several times.

There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t on fire, my testicles aching like a son of a bitch. I could watch her all night.

Seconds later, she jerked around to face me, narrowing her eyes as she noticed the condition of my cock. “Anything else, sir?”

There was trepidation in her eyes as well as exhaustion. Her reaction dragged at the protective man deep inside. All I could think about was keeping her safe. Fuck me. “No. Hopefully you can find something warm to wear.” The words seemed so ridiculous after spanking her.

And fucking her.

She pursed her lips as she’d done before, her brow furrowing before she threw open the shower curtain and thumped onto the bathmat. She left it open, likely hoping the cold air would irritate the hell out of me.

Instead, it made me want her that much more.

As I slowly pulled the curtain closed, I placed my hands on the tile and lowered my head under the water. I hadn’t been sure how I’d feel seeing Scorpion again. Unsettled. Uncertain. Guilty. But even more than the dark emotions, I felt relief at being in my hometown. Damn, I’d missed the mountains and blue skies.

I heard the door open and close with a hard thud and I bit back a laugh. What a fucked-up world we lived in.

Only minutes later, the hot water started to run out. Chuckling, I threw open the curtain, half expecting that either my clothes would be tattered or my gun missing. Neither had occurred. Maybe she had begun to learn her lesson.

Nah.

She was far too pigheaded, determined to make it on her own.

Determined to get herself killed.

After drying off, I snaked the towel around my waist, curious to see where she’d gone. The bedroom door was open just a crack. When I pushed it open, I was surprised to find her already under the covers asleep. Padding closer, I peered down, resisting brushing my fingers across her face.

Scorpion had placed some of his clothes on the dresser. At least we were about the same size. After sliding into them, I slid the gun behind my back and under my waistband before walking into the living room.

Scorpion couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Think you need a drink, buddy. That was some musical.”

I gave him a hateful look before moving toward the glass and bottle of liquor he’d placed on the table. After pouring a half glass and taking a gulp, I