She tightens her legs together. “I got some on the towel,” she says quietly.
“That’s okay, Kitten. It’s just a little blood. Nothing I haven’t seen before.” I take the few steps separating us and caress her cheek with my knuckles. “Why don’t you finish cleaning yourself up, and I’ll go grab your bag downstairs? You have what you need in it, right?”
She nods. “Thank you.”
I head down the stairs, collect her bag, and rush back up. When I enter my bathroom, I find her sitting on the toilet bowl, naked, which stuns me for a second. I’m not used to seeing a naked woman sitting on the toilet like that. It feels like something you do in a relationship, and my last one was in high school, so we weren’t exactly at the stage of doing our business with the door open.
I quickly recover and hand over her bag before she reaches inside and pulls out a tampon. I’ve seen those before, so I know how they work. She takes the wrapper off and holds the applicator between her fingers. I’m about to turn around and give her some privacy, but then Veronica lifts her butt slightly from the seat, staying in a squatting position, and brings the applicator between her legs, inserting her tampon.
All I can do is stare with wide eyes and my mouth slightly open.
She pulls the applicator back out, puts it inside the wrapping, and throws it in the trash beside the toilet. She then takes some toilet paper and wipes between herlegs before flushing, then stands and walks over to the vanity. Still fully naked.
I haven’t moved or blinked. I’m not even sure I’m breathing right now. I know how women use those. I’ve just never seen one do it in front of me, and I have no idea how to feel about this new experience.
She looks at me through the mirror and giggles while washing her hands. “Are you okay there, Casanova?”
I clear my throat. “Yup. Just… might be traumatized for the rest of my life, but that’s okay.”
She turns to face me as she dries her wet hands with the hand towel, then sets it to the side and presses a hand to her stomach as she closes her eyes. My gaze travels down to her hand, then lower to her sex that’s completely bare of any hair. I feel like Veronica is the type to get waxed regularly. I bring my eyes back up when I realize I’m staring at her pussy like a freaking pervert.
“The cramps are starting up again?” I ask with worry.
She nods with a sad smile. “I don’t want to put my pants back on, they’re too tight around my stomach.”
“Okay, we can fix that.” I walk back into the room, and she follows closely.
Heading into the walk-in, I grab a baggy shirt at the back, then go through the drawers for a pair of boxers. When I bring them up in front of her, I realize there’s no way those will hold up. “Maybe just the shirt and your underwear?”
“Yeah, that will be better than putting on my tight clothes.” She takes the shirt from my hands and turns just as Gabe appears at the mouth of the closet.
“HOLY SHIT!” He stares at her nakedness with big googly eyes, jaw basically touching the ground. “Wow… Vixen. Fuck…” He passes a hand through his hair, then rubs his face while keeping his fingers spread to see through them.
“Not the time, Ellis!” I snap.
His eyes finally look away from her and find mine. “Right, yeah. Sorry.” He chuckles. “I was just coming to say food is ready. I’ll leave you… to finish getting dressed.” He turns his back to us and looks down. “Seems we have some fresh material for us tonight, little man.”
“Are you really talking to your dick right now?” Veronica asks him.
He looks over his shoulder, clearly wanting one last peek at her exposed body. “Hey, he’s standing at attention because of you. I don’t have a choice but to talk to him, let him know I’ll give him a little attention later.”
“Jesus, Gabe. She doesn’t want to know that you’ll be jerking off to her later.” I sigh, exasperated with him.
“Oh, I already figured that was something he did,” she says, shaking her head at him when he beams at her.
Chapter nine
Gabriel
May the best man win.
I walk out of Noah’s room and take a deep breath, needing a second to compose myself. I really wasn’t expecting to find my Vixen standing there naked. And fuck, she’s even more delicious than I thought she would be.
She’s so skinny I’m pretty sure my large hands could wrap around her waist and touch on both sides. But it’s not in that skinny, bony way, where she basically looks like a skeleton. I think she’s just made really thin.
I’ve never really cared about a woman’s size; I take them as they come. They’re all beautiful in their own way. But Vixen, she holds a special place. It’s like everywhere she goes, a spotlight shines above her. One that attracts me, pulls me in, and all I want to do is stand in it with her, hold her, and kiss her.
But I know we aren’t there yet. She and I don’t have the same connection that she has with Noah. I see it. It pisses me off, but I see it. She’s closer to him; she doesn’t care when he touches her or when he flirts with her.
