She raises her eyebrow and smiles. I see the challenge in her eyes and the victory on her face. She thinks she’s won. She touches my shoulder as she walks by me. “Your turn,” she taunts as I hear her get into the tub behind me.
I close my eyes and take a breath.I will not rush this. I will not fuck this up either.She thinks she has the power because I didn’t look when I had her naked. But that’s just because she’s thinking short term, while I’m focused on the long game. Not with her bent over the bathroom counter for a quick fuck but in a slow dance between us that will go on for many years.
The Army taught me many things, but the one lesson they didn’t realize I took to heart the most was to enjoy life. To enjoy the little things and that the wait is ten times better for a reward when it’s something that’s meaningful, not just a “happy for now” but a “happy for your lifetime” moment.
I kick off my boots, toe off my socks, and unbuckle my belt, glad as fuck that I didn’t turn around and can grab my dick and squeeze, giving it enough pressure to push down my need to come. Once I’m naked, I take a second to breathe before I turn around and almost trip on my tongue.
She’s fucking better than I imagined. Thank fuck I didn’t add bubbles. Seeing her on display, even if half of her is underwater, has me clenching my jaw and balling my fists. I lock my body, forcing myself to just look and not go running in to touch.
I start at her feet, her pale pink nail polish decorating her feet that are attached to very long, wet legs. From this distance, I can’t tell if she shaves or not, as her blonde hair isn’t easy to see against her pussy under the water. I lick my lips at just the thought of getting a close inspection. Her stomach dips and dives in all the angles that get me hard just thinking about them, and her breasts seem to almost float on the water. Large, amazing, beautiful titties that I can’t wait to get both my mouth and hands on. They’re going to be overflowing, and I couldn’t give a fuck less, as the thought of grabbing handfuls of them filters through my brain. I keep my eyes traveling up and stop when I come to her face.
“You keep your mouth open like that and I’m liable to put something in it.”
She snaps her mouth closed and drags her eyes away from my cock, up to my face. She takes her time, and I don’t mind, as I seem to have a problem with not looking at all of her on display. My control has split. I can’t just not see her anymore. Her like this in the bath will be imprinted on my brain for all time.
The hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Chapter 14—Bailey
“You going to stare or get in?”
What. The. Fuck?
I might joke about my inner goddess and all, but I swear on my firstborn child that that wasn’t me who just spoke and taunted the big gator to get wet with me. It might have come from my mouth, but it must have been a split personality or something. I’m confident in my skin and in the bedroom, but Idon’toffer anything up on a platter like I’m doing now.
Ever since Gator—no, I mean Reese,God, what a name—kissed me, it’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience. I’m acting like someone else. Doing things I don’t normally do. I almost swear this isInvasion of the Body Snatchersor something. I’m not regretting what’s going on, but it’s just different.
And that’s bad how?
My inner goddess, who’s leading this show, has a point. I’ve never acted like this before. Never been so turned on from a kiss before or been so bold as to undress in front of someone I’m not already in a committed relationship with. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. Maybe a handful of dates and then sleep together, but Reese and I haven’t even dated. The pizza we just ate might count since he bought it, but that seems like a stretch.
Maybe that’s why I’m not freaking out like I usually do.
Oh, trust me, there’s still plenty of freaking going on in my head, but it’s more about my boldness. I’m not worrying about tomorrow or how to pose to get the right angle for him. None of my old fears of being good enough or anything are even in a thought bubble floating around me. This guy is close to a decade younger than me. He has a clubhouse of young free girls to play with, and yet he’s here. With me. Massaging my feet and giving me a bath to ease my achy muscles. If that doesn’t screamwant, I have no clue what does, because there’s no bet in play, no reason for him to be here other than he wants to be.
And I only know about the no-bet thing because I asked. Several times, to both Jules and Jordan.
I’m on display for him with a smile on my face. And while he’s looking at me, I’m drinking him in. His tats draw my eye even more now that I see all of him. The colors against his skin catch your attention, but they don’t take away from the packed muscles that seem to be everywhere.
I know how much he can lift. I’ve seen him do it at the gym. Half the reason I didn’t protest that I was too heavy when he picked me up earlier is because I knew he could. Hell, I’ve never had that before. And any girl will tell you it’s a fantasy we all have. And now I’ve lived it.
Just wait till you get to see him try out those hip thrusters.
Fuck, I forgot about those. Each time he did those reps, I swear half the gym stared at him and drooled. Me included. You couldn’t help yourself thinking about what else he could thrust into so easily as he did over three reps, each time increasing the weight to well over four hundred pounds.
“Lean forward.”
His voice seems to have dropped an octave lower since he took off his clothes. Or maybe I’m just hearing what I want to as I lean forward, folding my knees so I can wrap my arms around them. Not sure why, but I turn my head to look at the wall as he gets in behind me. The anticipation of feeling all of him with no barriers between us has my heart beating overtime. I close my eyes as the water moves around me as he gets in. I’m acting like a teen on Christmas. The type who knows that Santa isn’t real but still keeps their eyes closed as they come down the stairs, so they can enjoy that first look. I know I won’t be able to see him, but not knowing when he’ll touch me, when he’ll settle in, is an aphrodisiac in itself.
The moment of first contact makes me jump a bit as his left foot slides beside me, followed by his right. I’m actually surprised that I don’t feel his dick poking at me already. The guy is hung. I don’t teach math, but I know what six inches is, and while the rumor mill says that’s an average size for a dick—which I’ve honestly never had—he’s above average. Likewaaayabove. Not the size that will kill a girl, but the thought of him has me already aching in the one place that wasn’t destroyed by the mud run.
An arm wraps around my middle and pulls me back till I’m flush with him, and that’s when I feel him. He’s like a freaking pole against my back. Should have known that the thing still would be standing straight up. If it’s possible, I swear it’s bigger now that I feel it against me than what I thought I saw. I wiggle a bit to get comfortable, but the guy isn’t a soft pillow. He has hard arms, a firm chest, and a rod of steel. But I still relax into his hold as he just holds me against him, my head resting on his shoulder.
I feel his heart beating against my skin, a steady rhythm that I match after I breathe in time to the rise and fall of his chest. He’s not trying anything, even if his dick is showing he wants to. His arm is still around my stomach, my breasts brushing against him with each exhale. His other arm is stretched out on his leg, his thumb slowly stroking my thigh every now and again.
“Shhh,” he says, and I just roll my head to look at him with confusion. I said nothing.
He tilts his head to look down at me. “You tensed up like you were about to talk. If you’re talking, that means you’re thinking. Now isn’t the time to think but just to let the Epsom do its magic.” He kisses my nose, then pecks my lips. “You’re one of the smartest women I know, so I know it’s impossible for you not to think. But don’t think about what this is other than I want to take care of you. I want to help you relax just because I can and not because I think you need help.”
