“Wow” is all she says.
“Sorry.” Not sorry.
“Why?” Her eyes are on my dick, which only makes him harder.
“Why am I hard?” I want to laugh or chuckle, but I know I shouldn’t. “Because you make me this way.”
“I do?” Her focus is still on little Lucky. (Well, he’s not little. Wink-wink.)
“You do.” Reaching down, I place my thumbs on either side of my boxer briefs. It’s enough to make her realize she’s been staring for a bit. “Not a lot of hot water. I need to get in.”
“Right.” She nods. “I’ll, uh…”
“Help me with my boxers?”
“Seriously?” she whines. “Come on, Lucky.”
“You’re going to see him eventually. You may as well, as you said, get it over with.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “You did not just say that.”
“I did.” I smile. “And I’m going to seeyou.” Fuck. I can’t wait for that day.
“God,” she mutters. “Fine.”
“Turn around, babe. Sincerely, if you feel uncomfortable…”
“I’m fine. Honestly.” I hear her mumble after that, and I’d swear she said something about “finally seeing what all the hoopla was about.” Something along those lines, anyway.
Her fingers find their way inside the waistband of my underwear. This time, it’s me holding my breath. She works quickly. My shorts are pushed down to the floor, enabling me to kick them off. “Now, help me wash my hair?”
“Are you for real?” She’s turned away from me now, giving me her back.
My voice becomes kind of whiney when I admit, “I can barely raise my arm, babe.”
“Fine.” Mumbling, she adds, “I’m going to kill Joe.”
“Get in line, sweetheart. Get in line.”
I guess she thinks that’s funny, too, because she cracks up. Which makes me laugh right along with her. Once her laughter slows, I carefully step over the side of the tub into the shower. I moan at the feel of the water as it sluices down over my body; it feels so damn good.
“Get your hair wet, then bend down a little.”
I do as she asks, except I can’t bend very far. When her fingers find their way into my hair and she starts to work up the suds, I moan again. Sure, I love when someone plays with my hair, but nothing compares to how it feels when it’s Becklyn touching me.
“You need to quit making those noises.” Her voice is husky. Like she’s turned on.
Rinsing out the soap, I look down at her. Her eyes aren’t meeting mine. They’re looking at my dick.
“Becklyn?”
“Huh?” Her head jerks up. “What?”
“Is this okay? Ireallydon’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” That’s the last thing I want.
“I’m not uncomfortable.” She mumbles something I can’t quite make out. “I’ve got brothers.”
“What’d you say?” She didn’t just say that. “I’m not your fucking brother.”
