Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“I’ll do it.” She grins. “You need it.”
The spiraling need between my legs becomes acute. “You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“All right, then. Soap. Hands. Now.”
Laughing softly, she does as I tell her, lathering up her hands with a good amount of soap. I watch as she washes me. She starts with my chest and shoulders. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head when she washes my hair, applying just the right pressure to my scalp to make my cock feel like it’s going to fall off.
She’s taking care of me. Same as I’ve cared for her.
I jump when her hands move to my armpits and jump again when she fists my dick and gives it a hard, slippery tug.
“Anything changed?” I grunt.
“What do you mean?”
“I got condoms under the sink—”
“Nothing’s changed.” She gives me another tug and another. “What about you?”
Wrong that I’m fucking thrilled she hasn’t been with anyone since me? Granted, she’s pregnant, but we only just found out. Aspen was, what, four weeks ago? She could’ve easily gone out and hooked up with someone new.
She didn’t, though. I’d like to think I know what that means.
I drop my hands to her ass, giving her a gentle squeeze there. “Blue, you think I been able to so much as think about anyone else since I was with you?”
She’s biting her bottom lip again.
Shit, she’s biting back a smile, isn’t she? She likes that I haven’t stopped thinking about her.
I know—fuck yes, I know—she hasn’t stopped thinking about me either.
How do I convince you to let that feeling win, sweetheart?
Wheeler is turned on, but she’s also sore. Tender might be a better word. Much as I wanna fuck her senseless against the shower wall, I think that might be too much for her right now.
I put the showerhead back in its cradle. Giving my hair and body one last rinse, I sit on the little tiled bench Cash insisted we install in the shower.
“Mollie says it helps her shave her legs,” he’d explained at the time. “Might be good to have in case, you know, a woman lives here someday.”
I thought it was a waste of money, but now I’m mentally thanking my older brother up and down for insisting we put the bench in the shower. I wave Wheeler over with one hand and take my cock in the other.
“How do we do this?” she asks.
“I want to make this as easy as possible for you. I also wanna make you come again, and I think I’ll be able to do that pretty quick if you sit on my lap. Face the other way so that your back is to my front.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yep. You’re gonna sit on my dick, and I’m gonna play with that pretty little cunt while you ride me.”
“So rude.”
“Mind in the gutter. Turn around, Blue.”
Giving me one last, hot look, she does as I tell her. I lean forward to loop an arm around her waist.
“I’ll hold you up so you can take as much of me as you want. Don’t try to be a hero, okay?”
The unspoken words hang between us: Let’s not hurt you or the baby.
Wheeler nods. I dip my fingers between her legs. Her back arches when I glide them over her clit. She’s soft and swollen and slick.
Ready for me.
I use my knee to nudge her legs a little wider. Use my hand to angle my dick just right. Then I readjust my arm so that it’s looped tightly around her waist and start to guide her down.
“Sit, sweetheart. You’re gonna feel some pressure. Use your words if it’s too much.”
She nods, looking down. My tip meets with her entrance, and we moan together at that first bit of contact. She sinks a little deeper, then starts to shake.
I tighten my grip on her waist. “Too much.”
“You gotta trust me, baby.” She shakes her head and sinks lower. “I can take it.”
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“Then take it,” I grit out.
I can tell she’s in pain, her back and shoulders tensing. But she doesn’t stop. Her thighs flex as her cunt swallows me bit by bit.
Heaven.
Soft, excruciatingly tight heaven.
Her hands are on the arm I have around her waist. She digs her nails into my skin, but she doesn’t fucking stop.
Curling her pelvis outward so that her ass sticks out, she sits all the way down.
“Duke,” she whimpers, a strangled sound.
I love the feel of her. Even her back is soft, and I pull her against me, skin to skin.
I kiss the spot where her neck slopes into her shoulder and move up my hand a little to caress her breast.
“So brave,” I whisper against her neck. “Take all the time you need. Then I want you to fuck me.”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “I am fucking you.”