Silken Desires

by Laci Paige

  Jonathan openly stared at him. “What?”

  Roy lifted a shoulder and dropped it. “Don’t look so surprised. I know you. I know her. You guys aren’t happy unless you’re fightin’ one another.” He stood. “Anyway, been up here long enough, I gotta get back downstairs. Call me if you need anything.”

  “Yeah, sure. Thanks, man.”

  Roy was right, they did argue. A lot. Not so much as children or teens even, but as adults they’d get into it something nasty. They couldn’t help themselves, perhaps the two of them were coming into their own, and fighting the fact that they’d become different people, and in turn fighting each other.

  A sly grin spread across Jonathan’s face as he remembered the best thing about fighting with Roxi was the make-up-fuck. Most people would have make-up-sex, but not them; they would fuck like tomorrow didn’t exist. A strong primal need between the two of them fueled it, and maybe that in its self was the reason for all of the fighting.

  And that’s exactly how they reunited after she’d been gone for over a year. They went back to his place to “talk”. They didn’t even make it beyond the front door and he had her pinned against the wall. Hands over her head. Nipping and biting her skin. She didn’t argue when he ripped her pants down and shoved his hand between her legs. In fact, she moaned grinding her hips into his palm, and he lost all interest in “talking”.

  Jonathan had walked her over to the table in the entryway and shoved the decorative items off to the floor. Then he bent her over it smacking her ass hard. Pissed at her for leaving, and yet so turned on at the sight of her. He wanted to punish her then fuck her, and that’s exactly what he did.

  Without any words spoken between the two of them that day, they dressed and he drove her back to her brother’s place in total silence.

  They never did have the talk, but it was about time they did. He headed to the bedroom with every intention of discussing things.

  Chapter Four

  Jonathan stood in the doorway watching Roxi sleep. It had been two hours and he needed to check on her. That meant waking her, giving him a good opportunity to speak. Walking slowly across the room he couldn’t help but come to an abrupt stop when he saw her open eyes staring at him. “Rox, you awake?”

  “Jonathan? What are you doing here?” She tried to sit up but grabbed her head instead. “Oww, my head hurts. Bad.”

  “That’s why I’m here. You have a concussion.” He eased over next to her and sat softly on the edge of the bed.

  “H-how did that happen?” She rolled over onto her back letting her fingers trail down her face. “Ouch.”

  “Your carry-on bag fell from the overhead compartment in the plane, and your head took the brunt of it. You shouldn’t have been taking it down yourself. You should’ve asked for help.” He smoothed a hand along the blanket covering her side. He shook his head and clenched his jaw in anger.

  “Where were you? Weren’t you there? Why didn’t you help me?” Her eyebrows pulled together and confusion marked her face.

  “That’s why you tried to get the bag on your own. I wasn’t there. I should have been and I take full blame for your accident. I’m sorry.” He lowered his head and looked away from her.

  She reached out and touched his arm. “Hey, don’t stress over this. Other than a headache and a sore face, I’m fine. I’m sure you had a good reason why you weren’t able to help me.”

  Here she thought the best of him, if it were possible that only made him feel worse. “I didn’t have a good reason, so you’d be good to hate me right now.”

  “I don’t understand, Jonathan.”

  He went on to explain the flight attendant and how his dick reacted before his brain when it came to Linda, and how he’d left her behind to go off with the new woman. She didn’t respond to his comments. Instead she pulled the blankets back and slowly raised from the bed, a little wobbly on her feet, Jonathan grabbed her arm to steady her.

  “I have to pee,” she announced.

  He walked her to the toilet and stayed to be sure she could handle it. She didn’t argue. Her face took on a mindful expression, and her body stiffened, but she chose not to speak. While washing her hands, her gaze caught his in the mirror. He leaned against the wall behind her with his arms crossed over his chest waiting for her to unleash on him.

  Her gaze left his and she looked at herself. Eyes widening, and mouth popping open, her wet hand went to her face. “Oh my God!” She tilted her head to the side to get a better look at her cheek, the whole side bruised, and swollen. “I look awful,” she sobbed. “How come I don’t remember this?”

  His defenses dropped and his heart sank, he wasn’t anticipating that kind of reaction. Pushing off the wall he embraced her from behind. Resting his chin gently on top of her shoulder, he rocked her soothingly. “Shhhh, it’s gonna be okay. It’s just a bruise and some swelling. There’ll be no scar or anything.” He turned her around in his arms. “You’re beautiful no matter what.” His fingers trailed down her good cheek.

  Tears fell down her face. “I can’t remember.” She nuzzled into the expanse of his chest and let him hold her. It felt good, but he didn’t let down his guard. They could never be anything more than friends again. At least now he could consider being her friend, because when she’d returned back home, he wanted nothing to do with her.

  “It’s a side effect from the concussion. You may never remember, or it could come back to you. No one knows, but there isn’t much to remember. Besides it’s probably a memory you don’t want.” He inhaled the scent of all that was her, and the industrial odors of airplane and hospital. “Hey, are you up for a shower or bath? I know you like to shower after traveling.”

  “I’m so tired.”

  “Another side effect. That’s why I’m staying here for a few days until you get back on your feet. Shower?” He verbalized it in a way that his staying with her wasn’t up for conversation yet.

  She sighed. “Bath.”

  He sat her on the toilet lid, then leaned over the tub and drew the bath. Knowing her almost as well as he knew himself, he lifted a jar and sprinkled her favorite raspberry scented bath crystals into the water. She sat on the closed toilet waiting without looking away from the spout. “So you’re staying here with me?” She asked it quietly, as if to test the conversation.

  “Yes. I’d like to look after you and take care of you until you’re better. Is that okay?” He held his breath, awaiting her response.

  She nodded. “Only if you’re doing this because you want to and not because you feel like you have to.”

  He locked eyes with hers. “I want to.”

  “Then stay.” She rose and removed her shirt and bra.

  He stopped her. “Let me. Bending over might not feel good for your head.” He knelt and slipped her pants and underwear from her waist. Something he’d done thousands of times before, but this was the most gentle he’d ever treated her, and there was nothing sexual about it.

  He walked her to the tub and when she lifted her foot she wobbled and grabbed hold of his forearm. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” He patted her hand.

  “No, I want to.” Roxi gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, and then let go.

  He pulled his shirt from over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Her fingers stroked at her throat while she watched. “The only way you’re going in is if I help you.” He dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Already barefoot, he stepped into the tub and held a hand out to Roxi. It wasn’t awkward for him, and it felt like the most natural thing to do.

  They settled in the tub enveloped in the fresh scent of raspberry bath suds. Roxi slid her body in between his legs, and he pulled her back against his chest. Taking her body wash and a washcloth, he began to bathe her. As he tended to her back, he noticed thin lines of white scars. His heart pounded hard against his rib cage while alarms sounded in his head. He knew those marks; he’d seen them before in the club. He’d
save that inquiry for a time when she felt better. It was too deep of a conversation to get into.

  When he was done he reached for the handheld sprayer and set the water to warm. “Lean your head back just a little.” He wet her hair and gently massaged her shampoo in, and rinsed it out. Then he used conditioner on her because he knew without it, it would be difficult to brush through her thick head of hair. She winced as he gently rubbed her scalp on the injured side of her head, but she didn’t protest.

  He towel dried them both, wrapped her in a huge terrycloth robe, and then he put his clothes back on. “Blow dry?”

  She shook her head and picked up a hair brush. She gasped and tears began to form on her lower lid as she brushed through her hair, the brush skimming her bruised scalp. He stood close by and watched until she finished.

  Leaving the bathroom Roxi headed for the bed. “No ma’am.” Placing his hand on her lower back he led her to the dining area. “You should try to eat a little something. How’s your stomach?”

  She hesitated as if in thought. “I think it’s all right.”

  He made them toast with a little jam and a hot cup of tea. He sat across from her at the dining room table and ate while he watched her every move. She seemed to be doing well, and his muscles eased up a little. He hadn’t realized he had been so tense. His body ached despite the warm soak in the tub.

  She stood and lifted her plate and cup.

  “Here let me get that for you.” He rushed over and relieved her of the dishes, and took them to the kitchen. When he returned she was right where he left her. Her eyelids were droopy with sleep and she yawned.

  Jonathan took her hand. “Come let’s sit on the couch and let your stomach settle before you take a nap.”

  They settled in on the couch and the skin of her arm brushed against his. She felt cold. He grabbed the throw from nearby and covered them both with it. “TV?” he asked.

  She reached up to touch her head, and squinted. “No, I’d rather not.”

  He repositioned them so he could put his feet on the couch and he pulled her between his legs letting her rest against his chest. “This is nice,” he murmured.

  “Mmhmm.” She purred.

  “Is there anything you need to get done in the next few days?” He pulled the blanket tightly around her body. “I cleared my schedule all week so I can run errands for you if needed, but I’m not leaving you alone for a minute. Not until I know that you’ll be fine. I checked your calendar and I don’t see anything written down.”

  “This week I planned on recouping after our time in Vegas. I still haven’t found a job, and I told the temp agency I was going away for Jake’s wedding. They pulled me from the call list for the week.”

  He reached over and righted a wayward hair on her head and she purred. God how he loved that sound.

  “Jonathan, I’m sleepy.” She looked at him with tired, bloodshot eyes.

  He held her tightly. “Go ahead baby, sleep.” It didn’t take long; she conked out within minutes.

  Any other night he would have been at the club. With several clients scheduled for the week, he’d called work and let them know what had happened. They told him to do what he needed to care for Roxi, and to take his time coming back to work. They knew Roxi at Underground Decadence, the BDSM club where Jonathan and Jake worked nights, where she was considered part of the family despite her personal feelings. She believed things like kink were meant for the bedroom only, but wouldn’t criticize anyone else for how they chose to live.

  Feeling Roxi’s warmth and smelling her freshly-bathed skin, his dick stirred as he thought about how their bodies used to mold together. He allowed himself to remember a time when the two of them got along, and they would cuddle on their couch in the evenings discussing the day’s events.

  As painful as it was to be in her life again, he wouldn’t walk away from her when she needed help. Squeezing his lids shut, he tried to ward off the tears that threatened to come, but it was no use. Giving in to his feelings, he let them flow, and cried silently to not wake Roxi. He loved her as much as he did when they were kids, and just as much as a year ago when she broke his heart. “Damn you, Roxi,” he whispered.

  ***

  Tingling in his legs woke him. Looking around the room at the clock, he saw that more than an hour and a half had passed. “Shit.” Shifting slightly to get the blood flowing in his legs again, he noticed Roxi’s eyes flutter, and then she stirred between his legs. He stopped his efforts to allow her more sleep.

  He thought about it for a few seconds and decided he needed up. He could no longer feel his feet and had to move, the pins and needles feeling wasn’t far behind. “Roxi? My feet are asleep I need to walk around.” She groaned at him, and he laughed. “Come on sleeping beauty.” He pressed his legs together into her sides to rouse her.

  Her coppery brown eyes opened and closed again. “Ugh. It’s too bright.” She squirmed, and he froze. Sporting his wake-up wood, her body rubbed on it sending a different kind of tingle through to the head of his dick. He inhaled a deep breath, trying to think it away.

  “Uh, Jonathan? What are you thinking about?” She eyed his erection.

  “Getting up, everything from the waist down is asleep.”

  “Not everything.” She sat up not removing her gaze from the bulge between his legs.

  “That’s not for you. I fell asleep and just woke up.”

  “Oh.” She furrowed her brow.

  ***

  Roxi wasn’t sure if she should be disappointed or not. She felt a thrill run through her body at the feel of his hard cock pressed against her, but it wasn’t for her. He made that painfully clear. What a letdown; he had a great dick and knew how to use it. For some reason, her libido spiked, and her mind raced in frustration.

  Jonathan stood and shook each leg in turn to try to wake them. He had fallen asleep with her on the couch. What did that mean? He has to still care for me. He’s being so thoughtful and considerate.

  When his cell phone lit up and jingled a tune, they both looked across the room to the dining room table. Going to answer it, he paused and looked at Roxi. “Stay there.”

  He strolled to his phone and she couldn’t help but take in his slightly muscular body moving beneath his shirt. He wasn’t much for anything but running, and yet he had contoured muscles in just the right places. He never went to the gym or worked out with weights. Running had always been his thing, and clearly it paid off.

  Jonathan picked up his phone and scrunched his face. “Hello?” She could tell he didn’t know the caller. Recognition hit as his eyes widened and huge smile took over his lips. “Oh, Linda! Hello. Sorry, I meant to call you. I just woke from a nap…” His voice trailed off as he walked to the bedroom. Before closing the door behind him, he glanced at Roxi for a moment. Giving her a small smile he then closed the door.

  “Linda.” Roxi tested the name. Unable to recall anyone by that name, she soon felt guilty. Had she been keeping him from his girlfriend? Standing up from the couch, her head and cheek throbbed. The pain wasn’t as bad as earlier. Either she was on the mend or the meds the doctor prescribed were working.

  In the kitchen, she filled a glass with water at the sink and drank it down. Spotting a bright red apple, she picked it up, and took a huge bite of the juicy fruit. “Mmmm, this is so good.” After a few bites she set it down and began to unload the dishwasher.

  Her body felt stiff and she realized it was from lying down so much. Stretching to one side, and then to the other felt really good. Arching her back she could hear and feel her spine cracking. Probing her head and her cheek, she surveyed her injuries. She felt like she should cry, it was all too much; the trip, her injury, and Jonathan in her home.

  She didn’t stop her fingers after exploring her face; she let them continue on a path along the front of her body. Remembering Jonathan’s hard cock pressing into her back on the couch earlier, she leaned against the counter, and ran her palms over her breasts and pinched her n
ipples. Her pussy clenched in desire and that overrode the need to sob, instead she wanted to cry out in ecstasy.

  Chapter Five

  She must’ve forgotten she had a temporary roommate, Jonathan watched as she slowly teased her nipples through her shirt. He made a gasping noise in the hallway that shook her from her brief excitement, and she hurried back to unloading the dishwasher.

  “Just what do you think you’re doing?” Jonathan rushed in to take over the dishes, and tried to forget the image he just saw. Roxi touching herself. Not just touching, but pleasuring her nipples and enjoying it.

  Roxi’s face flushed, no doubt why. “But I – I’m feeling much better.”

  “You go lie down and rest. I’ll finish up here.” She didn’t argue and took off for the bedroom half slamming the door behind her. A few moments later, he heard the shower running. At war with himself, he didn’t know if he should go and help her, or at least make sure she was all right, or just stay away?

  Entering the bedroom, he strode quietly toward the bathroom where the door wasn’t quite closed. A trail of her clothing had been strewn about on the floor. Her womanly figure silhouetted through the frosted shower doors. She washed or rubbed herself, he couldn’t tell.

  She groaned a deep, drawn-out moan, and knowing her the way he did, he knew exactly what she was doing. His cock went hard in an instant. Unable to look away he rubbed himself through his jeans while watching her as she brought herself to pleasure. Her whimpers and moans were sounds he missed and he wanted to be the one making her feel that way. She climaxed far too soon for him and he pushed away from the doorframe.

  He went to the couch to compose himself and grabbed a magazine and pretended to be reading it. It was futile attempt; he never found his composure, and she never came out from her room. He checked on her a few times during the night, and she appeared to be fine. He slept when his mind allowed him too; he kept having thoughts of him and Roxi, and how happy they once were, but that was too long ago. They could never have that again.