“Fuck,” I groan as the right side of my body slips into the heat. Relief loosens something in my chest.
Christ. It’s heaven. Pure goddamn heaven.
Never thought I’d be so glad to slip into a bathtub. It’s quite possible I’ll need Kai to help me out again, which makes me think I should have brought my cellphone in and put it on a stool within reach.
I close my eyes, allow my head to fall back, and let the bath soak the tension from my muscles. The sound of the water still gushing into the tub reverberates around the bathroom. Makes me think we should put one of those whirlpool tubs in here. One big enough for the two of us.
Or three of us?
The thought makes me smile. I like the idea of Isla stuck between the two of us. Or Kai stuck between Isla and me.
In the comfort of the hot water, my cock stirs.
I wonder what it would feel like, fucking Kai as he fucks Isla. Setting the pace for the two of them. Or Isla on her knees sucking my cock as Kai takes her from behind, both their eyes on me.
I reach with my foot to turn the tap off as water sloshes around the tub, but as I do so, I slip a little, reach out with my sprained hand, and nail it on the side of the tub.
“Motherfucker!” The word cracks out of me, loud enough to echo off the tiles.
I drop my head back, pressing it hard against the towel on the edge of the tub, breathing through the sharp bolt of pain. Came off my bike and spun around, and I still managed to hurt myself worse in the fucking bathtub.
When I see my erect cock protruding through the surface, I wince at the moron I seem to have become.
Then—
“Garrett?”
Isla’s voice freezes my blood. The door swings open faster than I can process, and there she is. Wearing leggings that hug her figure and a lemon sweater that hangs oversized on her. In her hand are some Tupperware containers of food, and her chest is rising and falling like she’s out of breath.
She stops dead when she sees me naked in the tub, and just like I couldn’t stop the wreck I had, I can’t stop her gaze dropping lower.
Her cheeks flush a gorgeous shade of pink.
Because I’m still hard, with no sign of it relenting the longer she looks at my cock. I cover it with my hand, nudging it beneath the water, wishing she’d not seen my cock floating about like the tip of the fucking iceberg that took down the Titanic. The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable.
“I thought you were hurt,” she blurts, her eyes finally meeting mine. “I heard you curse. I—sorry, I should have knocked. I should have?—”
“Isla, stop. It’s okay. I’m not hurt. Just can’t be trusted in a damn bathtub.”
She lets out a shaky chuckle. “You scared me.”
I look at the containers in her hands. “Go put those in the hallway, then come straight back.”
She hesitates, then does as I say. When she reappears, there’s a shift in her mood. Less frazzled, and more curious. I can feel it all the way over here, so I motion with my good hand for her to come kneel by the side of the bathtub. “Grab that towel so your knees don’t hurt.”
She hesitates, then steps over to the sink, puts her phone on the vanity, and grabs the towel.
When she kneels beside the tub, I touch her cheek with my knuckle. She’s close enough that my cock twitches in the water again.
“I needed to get the dirt of the accident off me,” I say. “Ended up thinking about getting a tub big enough for the three of us.”
“Garrett,” she whispers.
I swallow hard. “You keep saying my name like that, sweetheart, and I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next.”
Her throat bobs. “I could outrun you.”
I nod my head. “Yeah. You could. But do you want to?”
