She pulls towels out of a small linen closet behind the door, and I turn on the shower. Together we step into the walk-in and rinse each other off with a citrusy soap that smells like Amber. I am going to smell like her, I muse, and I’ll have to shower in the morning before going to visit my father.
Something I do not want to think about.
“So tell me about your dad,” she says as she pours soap onto her hands and begins soaping me up from my ankles up, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she spends a prolonged period of time re-arousing my cock.
It doesn’t take long, either. But instead of staying there so we can play, she pins me with her gaze as her slick hands run up my sides. “You mentioned your mom was a single mother, too, but you never said anything about your dad.”
I groan, knowing I’ll have to tell her. That I wanted to confide in her all along. “My father left us when I was five. He’d been having an affair with the partner’s daughter in the law firm where he worked. Ultimately, he married her, and they had two daughters.”
Amber winces. “I’m sorry.”
I am long accustomed to that source of hurt. “As for my mom? She was and is great. An amazing mom who did everything herself. The only good thing I’ll say about my father was that he didn’t shirk his financial responsibilities to us. He wasn’t there for me at all, but he paid child support and alimony. We didn’t want for anything. But…”
She maneuvers me under the water so the stream can rinse off the soap, and when I am clean, I begin to wash her, already accepting the fact that this isn’t going to be about sex. I soapup her legs, moving my hands up her calves, knees, and thighs, letting out a grunt when I slide my hands over her sex but keep going because I know she wants to talk and get to know me.
“But?” Amber pushes, proving me right, although her eyes flared when my fingers slid over her pussy.
“But when it came to college, he’d only agree to pay if I went to law school like he did.”
She narrows her gaze. “Seriously? Why did he even care if he had nothing to do with you for most of your life?” She sounds indignant on my behalf, and I appreciate the show of support.
I roll my shoulders because I never figured my father out. “Beats me. Because he likes control is the best I can come up with. Anyway, I told him to keep his money, took loans, and put myself through school.” I soap up her breasts, her arms and then place her under the steady stream.
“Where?” she asks.
“Yale.”
Her eyes open wide. “He should be proud. What an ass,” she mutters.
“Yeah. But he’s still my father, he had a heart attack, and he’s asking for me.”
“Are you going?” Amber asks.
“I am.” I’m not feeling a sense of duty as much as the pull of a child to my parent.
She nods in understanding, then quickly washes and conditions her hair before shutting off the water.
We dry off and then, wrapped in towels, make our way back to bed. I could leave, but I don’t want to go, so I climb in beside her and pull her against me.
She sighs and snuggles against me, and of course, my cock begins to perk up again. But I am well aware of the fact that just because we had sex doesn’t mean I know her as well as I want to. I am drawn to her, though, and for now I am going with that.
“What about you? Tell me how you ended up a young, single mom.”
***
Amber
I know itis only fair I talk about myself. “I was a sophomore in college, dating a freshman named Levi Bennett, and I guess it happened. Looking back, we weren’t as careful as we should have been.” I bite down on my lower lip.
“Where is he now?” Shane asks.
I draw in a difficult breath. Despite how many years have passed, it is never easy to recall what happened to L.J.’s dad, and I dread the day when I have to explain the circumstances to my son.
“He died in a hazing incident at school. To hear his twin and best friends tell it, the night was brutal. He suffered a lot, and so did they. But I didn’t know I was pregnant. I didn’t find out until a few weeks after he died, and though I was in the middle of grieving, I knew I wanted to keep Levi’s baby.” I lean back into the hard body behind me, taking comfort in the wrap of his arms around me.
“You loved him.”
I manage a smile, if only for myself. “As much as I was capable of at that age. And I was lucky. My parents accepted my circumstances and let me come home. They helped me raise L.J. And he has Levi’s parents and his twin brother, and two godfathers.”
