“Well, that’s a load of shit.”
I blinked. “If you say so.” I knew what I was and what I wasn’t. I wasn’t skinny and a size zero. I was a curvy sized sixteen—with a belly and thunder thighs. If you didn’t know what you were, you were just fooling yourself.
I was big, but that didn’t define me.
“You’re not fat, Bristol.”
I didn’t know if Pie was trying to convince me or himself. “It’s a matter of opinion I’ve found out.”
I did have people in my life who didn’t care about what I looked like. My appearance didn’t matter to family, and I did have two boyfriends after the college asshole who liked me for what I was.
“And my opinion is you’re perfect.”
That was a lie. Nothing about me was perfect, but I was happy with who I was. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Get in the tub,” he insisted.
I rolled my eyes. “I’d really rather not.” I knew what I was, but that didn’t mean I stopped feeling insecure about myself.
Pie was all tight skin and hard muscles while I was soft and, well, fluffy.
“What’s wrong with the bed? The bed is super comfy,” I insisted. As if Leo and Marco would give me a crappy mattress.
Pie shook his head and grabbed my hand. “We’re going in the tub, babe. It’s up to you if you go like this, or naked.”
“You are not going to put me in the tub with my clothes on, Pie. I’m not some filthy naughty child who doesn’t want to bathe.”
“You have ten seconds to decide, babe.” He pulled me flush against him and guided my hand to his dick. “Just know, if you choose not to get undressed, I’ll just do it myself.”
“And what if I say no?” I whispered. My hand stroked his cock, and I bit my bottom lip. My body was screaming yes, but my head wasn’t quite on board with hopping in the tub.
“Well, I’m just going to have to convince you, then.” He pressed a kiss to my neck, and I tipped my head back to give him better access. “I’ll start here,” he whispered against my skin.
“Oh, uh…” I gasped. That was a good place to start. Anytime Pie put his hands or lips on me was good.
He fingered the hem of my shirt, and his hand glided over my stomach. “You, me, all wet and slippery in the tub, Bristol. You’re gonna tell me that doesn’t sound like a good time?”
“Uh, can we keep the lights off?” I whispered. If I was being honest with myself, being in the tub with Pie sounded amazing, but my own stupid insecurities were stopping me.
“Babe,” he whispered. “You gotta know I need the lights on to worship your body.”
A shiver coursed through me. “Worship?”
Pie pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. “No other word to describe what it’s like to have you in my arms.”
This was going to come and bite me in the ass later. These sweet words were going to be my downfall. But for now, they were perfect. They were what I needed to hear. “We can try the tub, but if at any time I tell you to get out, we’re getting out.”
“You got it, babe,” he promised. His hands moved to the button of my jeans, and I worked on toeing off my shoes. My pants slid down my legs and pooled at my feet.
I reached around to unhook my bra while Pie tugged down my underwear.
“Have I ever told you how much I appreciate these sexy little panties you wear?” he asked.
“You can thank Torrid for them.” Cute matching bra and panty sets were my weakness. My wallet also took a hit for them.
“I’ll give them my last penny if it means I get to see you in them.”
I slid my bra down my arms and dropped it at my feet. “We should check to see if the water is done. I don’t think the Banachis would appreciate me flooding the bathroom.”