"I wasn't worried," he argued. "I was curious." But his hazel eyes held an edge of concern.
"He was worried." I nodded. "I think his exact words were, 'if she's overdone it, I'm going to tie her to her bed.'"
"The last part is right," he said.
Asshole wouldn't admit it, but I was telling the truth. I saw the way he looked at her when she left the Frosty Brew. She pushed herself too hard.
What I wanted to know was why. She barely knew his father. Or him for that matter. She could have walked away and left us to sort things out. Plenty of people would have. But not Leah fucking Kent. No, she had to stick around and help, even if it meant messing herself up. She was too fucking noble for her own good.
"Did you bring the rope or handcuffs?" Connor asked me.
I patted my pockets. "I seem to have misplaced them. There must be something around here long enough to go around her wrists."
"Why are you really here?" Leah asked. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, like the idea of being bound while we worshipped her body was appealing.
"Checking on what's ours," he said. "In case you had someone else here."
"As you can see, I'm alone." She gestured around the bathroom.
"Shame." He took a couple of steps toward her. "I was looking forward to kicking some ass."
"I was looking forward tokissingsome ass," I said.
He gave me a sharp look.
"I mean it literally, not like I'm sucking up," I said. "Would you like it better if I said I wanted to bite some ass?"
He shrugged. "All of those are good."
As long as it was his ass, or Leah's, I was biting or kissing, he’d allow it. Or licking, for that matter.
"Now you've seen I'm fine and no one else is here, you can go," Leah said. "It's late."
"It's not that late," Connor said.
We weren't leaving until we were ready. She must have known that.
"Do you need help getting out of the bath?"
"It's my turn." I stepped deeper into the room and glanced over at him, challenging him. Like I'd fight him for the right to help her out of the bath.
But I hadn’t forgotten he also liked to watch.
He pulled a towel from the rack on the wall and offered it to me. "Be my guest." Stepping back, he leaned against the door frame, his gaze on both of us.
There, that flicker in his eyes. He knew. He remembered. And I was going to give myself a show.
I offered my hand to Leah, who clasped it and let me pull her to her feet. Showing off her whole, gloriously wet body.
My cock was instantly hard.
She stepped carefully over the side of the bath onto the bath mat. I wrapped the towel around her. She started to take it fromme, but I wouldn't let her. Instead, I dried her slowly, rubbing the towel from her shoulders, down to her biceps. In small circles, I rubbed it across her skin, wiping all the moisture from her, and leaving her pink.
"I can do that," she told me.
"Be a good girl and let him finish," Connor said.
Her eyes went darker and she stood still, her lips parted slightly.
