Before I can say anything in response to what he just said, he leans down and starts kissing me. Suddenly, getting clean is the last thing on my mind as my core starts to pulse with need. “Ash,” I whisper against his lips. Right now, I’m grateful that we’ve showered together enough that when he put the conditioner into my hair, he clipped it up then slipped the terrycloth wrap I use over it, so I don’t have to worry about anything sliding into my eyes. Shampoo is definitely worse, but I swear on everything that’s holy, conditioner is horrible when it goes where it’s not wanted.
I’m turned so I’m facing the tiles, his hands pulling my hips back as he uses his foot to spread my legs further apart. Before I can say another word, I feel the head of his dick at my entrance then he’s slamming home, which has tingles coursing through me. He’s such a potent and virile lover, that I’m always on the cusp of my release as soon as he gets inside me. As his grip tightens, letting me know I’ll likely have bruises tomorrow, he picks up his speed and I find myself pushing back to meet him.
The warmth of the water, combined with what he’s currently doing to me, have me screaming out his name in record time, something I refuse to be embarrassed about whatsoever. Can I help if our sexual attraction to each other is so strong that I’m always on the edge whenever he’s around? No, no I can’t. Three thrusts later and he’s joining me, his dick throbbing in my still pulsing pussy.
“Jesus, it just keeps getting better and better,” he murmurs once he catches his breath. “Okay, I think it’s safe to rinse your conditioner out now,” he teases.
“That took longer than three minutes,” I retort, turning to look up at him.
He chuckles as he takes off the turban and removes the clip before he starts running his fingers through my hair. It serves a twofold purpose of course; he’s able to work out any small tangles while he makes sure everything is rinsed away. Once that’s done, he proceeds to clean me thoroughly, which makes me want to jump him all over again. The only thing that stops me is we have an early, but long day tomorrow, and I still have to dry my hair. If I don’t, it’ll be absolute hell in the morning.
“I think you cheated,” I murmur to Prophet as we look at all of the completed gingerbread houses.
While I was thinking more of the three little girls for this project, I actually ordered twenty of the stupid things since they were marked down and on sale and I thought that if anything broke, we’d have replacement parts. Most of the guys didn’t participate in the competition, but Prophet, as well as the two prospects, jumped in to ‘help’ the girls with theirs.
Somehow, Prophet combinedfourof the sets into a huge monstrosity that even has tiny chocolate candies acting as Christmas lights. Not only that, but he has a white chocolate ‘brick’ pathway, and he used gumdrops on pretzel sticks for the lamp posts and lamps!
He starts laughing and I realize that today’s one of the first times in forever that he looks relaxed and at ease. Maybe he’s finally over his bitch of an ex. I sure hope so because I’m confident there’s a woman out there who’ll like the ruggedly handsome silver fox.
“No, actually, my grandmother was a baker. She owned her own shop, and I grew up helping her with the cake decorating and shit,” he replies. “Every year, in my hometown, we’d have a giant holiday festival and she taught me how to create gingerbread house masterpieces. If I had some of the tools I used to use, it would’ve been even more elaborate.”
I look at the others and grin. Icing drips down the sides of Becca’s and each candy that she placed on her creation is lopsided or crooked. Still, she, Mina, and Ruby had so much fun with it, I decide to look into some other age-appropriate crafts for the three of them to do over the winter break.
“Well, y’all, after careful consideration, I think we can all agree that Prophet’s gingerbread house is the winner for the first annual Steel Raiders MC Building Contest,” Rebel says. “Now, in the spirit of fairness, we have three little girls whose houses are pretty good considering their ages, so with that being said, Prophet will get first place which comes with a nice gift certificate to the Harley store, while you three young ladies will each receive gift cards to the local craft store.”
Cheers surround me as Prophet somehow manages to pick up all three of the girls in his arms and walk toward Rebel, who is grinning from ear to ear. Each one of the girls is given a hug and a kiss on their cheek before he hands them a gift certificate. Prophet gets a hearty back slap before he’s handed his own card.
Becca comes running over to me and Ash, her eyes shining, and her cheeks flushed. “Look at what I won,” she gushes, hopping up and down. “I’ll do better next year, though, because I’ll be older!”
Ash pulls her in for a hug then sets her on his lap. “Here’s what we need to do,” he says, then he whispers in her ear so low that I can’t hear what he tells her. She nods then hops down from his lap to run over to where Mina and Ruby are now playing with a Barbie set that Rebel carried over from their house. Once she’s out of earshot, he leans in and says, “I told her we’d take the rest of the kits home and we’d start practicing. What do you think about going online and buying some more if they’re on sale?”
“Say no more, honey,” I reply, pulling out my phone. “I’ve got this.” I quickly place and order and tell him, “It’ll be here tomorrow. I got plenty and I’ll ask Esther how we can keep the gingerbread fresh so she can work on them all year long.”
He bursts out laughing as he throws his arm around me and kisses my temple. “God, I love you so fucking much, Marnie.”
“I love you more, Ash,” I reply, tucking his words into the secret place I have deep inside. It’s where all my most precious memories are located, and even on the horrible days during my recovery, Ash is a major star with how he took care of me. Okay, sometimes, he was a bit… smothering, but at the end of the day, what happened to me impacted him as well. Maybe not physically, but sometimes, those emotional and mental scars that show up are just as bad, if not worse.
“You ready to go, babe?” he asks. “We’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Actually, the whole weekend is gonna be fucking nuts.”
I giggle because Holly and I are going out shopping in the morning, while Ash and Rebel watch all the kids. They’re sending the prospects with us, however, because that’s just their way. Then, on Saturday, we’re going to Mistletoe Mountain with the whole club. My ears are actually still ringing from all the squeals that came from Becca, Mina, and Ruby when they heard about this weekend’s festivities.
“Yeah, I need to see what a certain little girl has on her list,” I murmur standing to my feet. Once I reach Becca, I say, “We need to head home, sweetie.”
“Okay, Marnie. Can I help clean it up first? It’s not fair for Mina and Ruby to have to do it by themselves since I helped make the mess,” she replies.
“That’s fine, Becca.”
Later that night, I’m lying there giggling as Ash goes through his phone to look up the stuff we saw in the girls’ playroom. Becca fell in love with it, and he wants to put one in our new house, which I fully support. While we may add other kids to our lives down the road, right now, she’s our priority. Plus, the room we decided to use will actually work well as she gets older.
“There!” he exclaims as he hits the buy now button. “I kind of wish we were going to be in the house before the end of the year, but I think it’ll be okay. What do you think?”
“I mean, they’re pretty much done except for the painting then the flooring,” I reply. “I’m honestly okay with waiting until afterthe first of the year, honey. We have a lot to do to get ready for Christmas.”
“Yes, yes, we do. I think my special gift to her is going to be one of those American Girl dolls,” he muses. “I better see where one is located around here so I can run up there and get a gift certificate.”
“Let’s do that tomorrow when I get back home, okay? Because I need some cardio to work off a bit of the stuffing I ate.”
“Oh, you do now, huh?” He smirks at me before putting his phone on the charger. “Well, I think I can help you out with that, baby.”
