Lost by Adrienne Wilder

Author:Adrienne Wilder [Wilder, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 2012-05-07T05:30:55+00:00

Chapter Six

An hour later I had Peter sitting on the edge of the tub while I waited for the shower to warm up. He kept listing to the right and I kept catching him and setting him back up. It seemed to take everything for him to keep his eyes open.

A battle I was sure he would lose at any minute.

―D?‖

―Yeah…‖

―I think… I think maybe you should call Raithe now.‖ Peter slumped and I hooked a hand under his armpit and helped him stand. I pulled the puke green paisley shower curtain—

which matched the carpet perfectly—closed. Peter leaned against me and I held him under the spray.

The water slapped against his bare back and seemed to wake him up a little.

His eyes met mine. ―D?‖

―Yeah, yeah, I‘ll call him.‖ I would, but right now my mind was still on the whole burning bed experience. Now granted, I‘ve had sex in a lot of strange places, empty warehouses, alleys, janitorial closets, kitchen sinks, under desks, over desks, hanging from a ceiling fan—don‘t even ask—but having sex in the middle of a roaring fire? Yeah, well, needless to say, that was a new one even for me.

Only place I can think of that comes close was the conveyor belt at the Krispy Kreme store.

Bet you‘ll never eat another doughnut from that place without thinking twice.

Peter hadn‘t noticed the comforter. At least, I don‘t think he did. As out of it as he was at the moment I don‘t even think he would notice if I was on fire.

Since out of sight was out of mind, the comforter was now wadded up and stuffed under the bed. I‘d think about it later. Ask Pete about it later. Right now we had more pressing problems. As long as I didn‘t actually burst into flames myself, I could live with the occasional flash fires. Hell, I‘d been blowing things up my whole life.

Unlike my conscience or my brain, me and fire, we sorta understand each other.

I tipped Peter‘s head back and wet his hair. His eyes came open; they were dark, but not the scary metaphysical dark.

―Thank you.‖

I was busy with the shampoo and not paying attention.

Peter tweaked my right nipple ring and I promptly dropped the bottle.

―What?‖ I looked down, wondering how the hell I was gonna pick it up and hold Pete at the same time. Lucky for me, there was a second one on the soap holder.

―I said thank you.‖

I glanced at Pete‘s shoulder, it was black and blue with big gaping teeth holes. He wasn‘t bleeding anymore, because his body was already trying to heal. I‘m no expert, but I‘m pretty sure something that deep and ugly could only scar. I couldn‘t help but wonder if he‘d feel thankful about what I did tomorrow when he had his wits about him.

Peter gave a snort. ―I‘m not gonna change my mind.‖

―Reading my thoughts now?‖

He rolled his eyes then dropped his forehead against my shoulder. His soapy head rubbed against my cheek and the bubbles crackled in my ear.

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