I take a sip and feel the tea’s heat spread down my chest and warm my stomach. The sloshing waves ease, so I offer Greyson a weak smile. “Thanks.”
“Of course.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll go start a bath while you drink that. Some Epsom salt will help.”
Snickering, I lean into his touch. “At least you’re not ordering me into an ice bath.”
“No. You’ll be plenty cold simply getting back to the Lodge.” He drops another kiss to the top of my head.
I miss his presence the moment he’s out of the room. My heart races, and a new panic sets in. Will I be able to handle this? Truly? In real life?
Another wave of dizziness hits, so I take a longer sip.
I barely keep myself from spiraling by the time he returns, but at least I’ve finished my tea. Greyson returns, and I finally notice he’s only wearing his boxer shorts, his morning wood still present and proud.
He snatches up my wrists when I reach for home and lifts me to my wobbly feet.
We laugh together as he catches me by the elbows. “Come on. To the tub.”
My cheeks are red as the sheet falls away, but when I find my legs, I use the wall to walk me to the toilet first.
I don’t have the energy to blush when Greyson helps me back to my feet again before assisting me into the hot water.
I sink into the relaxation, the shock then ease of my muscles loosening.
I dunk my hair and lean back.
After a few minutes, Greyson settles behind me with some shampoo.
He doesn’t ask, he just washes my hair, rubbing my scalp and neck and shoulders until I’m a complete puddle of goo.
Then he soaps up a loofa and washes me…thoroughly.
The quick orgasm relaxes me even further.
I feel utterly pampered when he dries me off with the fluffiest towel I’ve ever seen.
I’m glad he stayed behind to take care of me.
I have the strength back to dress myself: my slacks from yesterday and one of Adam’s sweaters.
Greyson huddles around me on the trek to the Lodge, making it slower but warmer and likely safer.
It also gives me that gooey feeling again when we step inside the rear entrance.
People aren’t milling about yet.
We have a ton of unexpected guests and a party to plan for.
It’s going to be a stressful morning.
Greyson cups the back of my head and plants a soft kiss on my mouth, lingering for a couple of seconds before winking and leaving me to my own devices.
I meander to my office and find a message from my mom on my office phone.
“Hey, honey. I hope you’re okay up there, but I expect the Kincaid boys are taking care of you… Anyway, I planned tocome up this morning to bake the cupcakes for the party, but the roads are impassable. Honey, everything was delivered up there days ago. I’m going to need you to do it.”
She lists out the flavors and decorations, and that funny feeling in my middle grows.
It’s a lot of work to get done for the party tomorrow.
