Tailwind (Love By Design 4)
He sticks my head under the spray of water and I yelled, “You want to fatten me up for your baby!”
Chase huffed out a breath.
“Yes, you caught me. Obviously, I’m into the breeding fetish.” He scrubbed his head looking aggrieved with me and asked, “Waffle or pancakes?”
“I don’t care. I just want bacon.”
“Bacon it is.” Chase moved to leave the shower and I stop him with a hand on his arm. He turned to me slowly, as if waiting for my next ridiculous comment on this and I didn’t disappoint.
“How do you even know that’s a fetish?”
His manly brow arched and he’d look super-hot standing here soaking wet if I wasn’t so freaked out right now.
“The same way you deduced I want to breed you.”
“Don’t use that word, please. I think my insides just cringed. I’m banning the B word from now on.”
“Babies or breeding because honestly, I have no idea how we got here this morning.”
“Both. I can’t stomach the thought.” I shivered.
Chase mumbled. “And my ego feels better already.”
“Only an old man would say that.” I tell him washing soap out of my eyes.
“Win, relax nobody is getting knocked up today, tomorrow, or any day soon. I like you and I like what we have, but let’s not get crazy.”
“We’re only doing anal from now.” I pointed at him declaring, “Nobody gets pregnant from anal!” Chase gave me the side eye after I said that. I was only half serious because I’d never done anal before, but it had to be better letting my butt stretch out than my, you know–lady bits downstairs.
“Anal?” He asked and I shook my head full of false bravado.
“Uh huh.”
He tapped his chin and I swore the crinkle of a smile edged his face. “Have you done anal before?”
I regretting being impulsive as I watched the hamster wheel of his mind turn and spin before my eyes.
“Nope, I’m just going to assume you know which hole your manly anaconda fits in.” He cringed when I said that and I don’t blame him. I’m cringing too.
“Maybe we need to ban a few other words.” He looked up running his large hands through his hair darkened by the spray of the water.
“I can have a list for you later. Alphabetical?” I run my hands over his chest and he grabbed them gently rubbing my wrists.
“Is there another way to organize them?”
“I’m sure I could find one we both agree on.” My hands resumed roaming, but he seemed unconvinced.
“Remember, we’re working on not being crazy.” He reminded me.
“Yeah, yeah, crazy.” Chase’s words stayed with me through breakfast. Even the promised bacon I nibbled lost some of its charm sitting in my stomach like a grease pit of food. Logically, I knew that we were kind of casual and I was still leaving at the end of summer, what did I expect him to say after my colossal freak out over his baby batter?
19
Chase
I figured the best way to pretend disastrous morning sex didn’t happen was to distract Winnie with a day out. She ate her bacon dutifully and dressed with one eye on me the whole time like I was going to pounce her. Sure. I thought about it, but I also considered how to ease her into the backend of things if regular old sex was going to freak her out. It’s not like there weren’t several birth control options for us to consider and I respected whatever she wanted.
Hesitantly, I eased into the conversation about the day’s plan, not the sex part. “How do you feel about adoption?”