“Me too. But he's fine. Soren and Diana are taking good care of him.” Wyatt soaps up his hands before massaging my shoulders, slowly working his way down my aching muscles.
“I know…” He kneads a particularly sore spot, and I moan. “I swear you get better at that every time.
“I probably do. Practice makes perfect, after all.”
I hum in my throat in agreement, allowing my mind to drift. “Though you didn't need that much practice, did you? Remember the first time you gave me a back massage?”
“The day we officially met,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Yep, and it was pretty relaxing then, too… Considering you were practically a stranger.” I laugh.
“A stranger in love with you.”
“Thanks to Sherry.”
“Oh, god, Sherry. She still glares at me any time our paths cross in town.”
“At least she acknowledges you.” I lightly splash water on his exposed knee. “She always turns the other way or pretends I don't exist whenever we bump into each other.”
“You'd think she'd be over what happened between you and Chris considering he's engaged to someone else now.”
“No one holds a grudge like Sherry,” I say breathlessly, distracted by Wyatt’s hard cock sliding between my ass cheeks. I squirm in his lap, causing the water to splash against the sides of the tub.
“Is my girl thinking naughty thoughts?” he growls.
“Maybe…”
His roughened palms glide upward to hold my breasts. His thumbs tweak the nipples. “You shouldn't be exerting yourself.”
Reaching back, I brace a hand on the back of his head and rock against his firm body.
“Well, I've got a husband, haven't I? Perhaps he can do all the work.”
“Hmm… Maybe he can.” One of his hands dips below the water and slips between my parted thighs. “You sexy little tease. This bath was meant to relax you, not act as foreplay.”
“I find orgasms very relaxing,” I taunt.
He releases my breast long enough to guide my mouth to his for a scorching kiss, and I moan at the possessive parry and thrust of his tongue.
Blunt-tipped fingers dive into my pussy, and I clench around the thick digits before he replaces his fingers with his cock. Wyatt swallows my gasp.
“Hang on, pretty girl.” He uses his knees to spread my legs wider, and more water gushes over the porcelain lip onto the tile. We’re making a mess. A wet, slippery mess.
And I’ve never felt more alive.
The lights of Vienna create a colorful glow through the tall windows. Lavender and Wyatt’s spicy cologne tickle my nose. And with each powerful thrust of his cock, a bond of love and pleasure tangle together—never to be broken.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DECEMBER 24
WYATT LINCOLN
I knock on the cabin door, and a burst of activity erupts behind the thick wood before Soren swings it open with a harried expression on his face.
“Daddy!” Tristan sneaks around his uncle’s legs to wrap his arms around mine. His chin bumps my knee as he tilts his head back to shoot a beaming grin up at me—one that burns a hole through my heart.
God, I love this kid.
