I need a fucking shower and a good night’s sleep.
I peel my clothes off and toss them in the hamper, turn the shower on, and wait until hot steam billows into the bathroom.
I wonder how she is. Was she affected by what she saw tonight? A vivid reminder of her past, her present, and her future? Does she think I’m a monster? Christ, I hope she does. If she has any stupid fantasy about me being a good guy, we might as well clear that up. Christ.
I step into the shower and stifle a groan. She’s taken the whole damn thing over.
Curvy pink bottles of shampoo and conditioner sit on one shelf, beside a silver can of shaving cream with a pink lid, and a lavender razor that hangs on my wall with some suction cup thing. There’s a large tub of something with waves all over it labeled Salt of the Earth Sea Salt Body Scrub. Why the fuck does she need to scrub her body down with salt? Jesus. Big, fluffy, sponge-like things hang from hooks beside a shower cap, an oval-shaped thing on a string that’s a mystery to me hangs beside it. A huge bottle of ivory body wash with a golden cap dominates the top shelf.
I can hardly find my one lone bottle of shampoo amidst the sea of girly bullshit all over the place.
Finally, I find it, huddled in the back as if embarrassed by the presence of the entire Ulta catalog on my shelf. Cursing, I pour some into my hands and lather up my hair.
“Shit!”
I’m not alone.
Mia’s dressed in her signature tiny shorts and scrap of a tank she wears to bed. She’s pulled the shower curtain aside, and she’s staring at me.
“You’d better have a good fucking reason to be in here,” I say to her. “Like someone’s broken into your bedroom and threatened you.”
She bites her lip and frowns at me. “Well, no, I…” and then it’s like she suddenly realizes I’m stark naked in here. I have no shame, but Jesus, the girl just leapt headfirst into dangerous, shark-infested water.
“Then out, Mia.”
“I don’t care if you punish me!”
My chest tightens. “Come again?”
“I know I’m supposed to do what you tell me, and I will, when I think it’s right, but right now, I don’t think it’s right, I think this is.”
That’s it. I’ve had it. I rinse the soap off, twist the shower off so hard it squeals, and whip the rest of the curtain back. To her credit, she doesn’t back down.
“I came in here to see if you’re okay.”
“I’m fucking fine,” I tell her, grabbing a towel and and throwing it around my waist as I walk toward her. “You’re the one who isn’t gonna be sitting for a week.”
She backs up away from me, misjudges the space she has, and whacks her head on the side of the large wooden shelf filled with towels.
She winces and grabs at her head, and her eyes water.
“C’mere,” I mutter. I reach for her, tip her head to the side, and inspect the damage. “You’ll have a bruise, but you’re okay.”
My arms are around her, my bare skin on hers.
“Don’t do that,” she says, shaking her head at me. “Let me go.”
“I have to see if you’re okay.”
She pushes my hands away. “I came to see if you’re okay. Like maybe you need some Neosporin on your knuckles or something.”
Despite my foul mood, that makes me laugh. “I don’t need neo-fucking-sporin,” I tell her.
What I need is a good, hard fuck, three fingers of the best goddamn whiskey a man can find, and a solid eight hours sleep.
She rubs her hand on her head, and one of the little spaghetti straps on her top slides down her shoulder. The uppermost part of her full breast shows, beaded with perspiration from the steam in here.
I’ve kept ahold of myself for days, sleeping in the same house with her, jerking myself off in the shower twice a day to try to keep from doing something I regret, but somehow, those little droplets are like blood to a vampire. I bend my head, pull her closer, and lick them off her.
“Oh God,” she moans, and her eyelids flutter shut. “Don’t do that.”
But I can’t stop myself. I tug her top down, and her full breast pops out, pert and rounded, her dusky pink nipples already hard and so fucking gorgeous, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind. Before I know what I’m doing, her nipple’s in my mouth, between my teeth. Her groans and pants are the stuff of fantasies.
She reaches for me as if to steady herself. My hard length pushes the towel aside, and before I can stop her, her soft, sensual hand’s wrapped around my cock.
I suckle her nipple while she jerks my cock. I couldn’t stop now if her fucking father had a gun to my head. It feels so good, tasting her, my cock sliding in her hand with utter perfection. I glide my hand to her clothed breast and finger her nipple while I suckle the other.