Page 74 of Broken As Puck

I nodded, only too eager to be naked in the shower with her. Fortunately, it was Saturday and we both had the day off, so we could laze about as much as we wanted to. I had a couple of bruises from my last game that I didn’t want to aggravate by working out and she’d apparently told Layla not to expect her home anytime soon, so there was no reason to go anywhere else or do anything else.

I was a little smug about how willing Chelsey was to spend time with me. Hopefully, after a while, she’d consider making her home here with me, although I knew that wouldn’t happen until I completely won her trust. We were making progress on that front, but we weren’t there yet.

Chelsey swung her legs off the side of the bed, and I watched her walk out of the bedroom, admiring the sway of her hips and the fullness of her ass. My dick stirred, but it had been well-satisfied already that morning, and I doubted it would be up for anything until later in the day.

When I reached the bathroom, Chelsey had already started the shower and had her hand beneath the water, waiting for it to heat up. She turned to me and smiled, and my insides fizzed and bubbled. God, I adored that smile.

“Have I told you I love your bathroom?” she teased.

“Only half a dozen times.” I checked to make sure there was a pair of towels available for us. “I’m starting to think you’re using me for my bathtub.”

She laughed. “The tub is pretty great, but the shower is too. There’s so much room.”

“Gotta have a good shower.” Despite being a professional athlete, I hadn’t been particular about many things when buying this house, but having a good bathroom was one of them. Maintaining my body in peak condition mattered and being able to enjoy a hot shower with excellent water pressure or soaking in a tub went a long way toward helping with that.

Apparently deciding that the shower was warm enough, she stepped under it and allowed it to soak her hair. I brushed my teeth while I waited, knowing I wouldn’t get any water until she was done.

When she lathered shampoo into her hair, I joined her and grabbed the soap before she thought to reach for it. Carefully, I soaped her from top to bottom, taking plenty of time to make sure she was thoroughly clean.

“Turn around,” I murmured, and she presented me with her back. I washed it and then used the soap to lessen the friction as I rubbed the knots out of her shoulders. She sighed and relaxed into my touch, her silent display of trust lighting me up in ways she’d never know.

“I need to rinse my hair,” she said reluctantly.

I backed away and made quick work of soaping myself up as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, squeezed water from it, and massaged in conditioner. I took advantage of her distraction to rinse myself off and quickly wet my hair. I lathered it with shampoo, washed it out, and had begun to explore her body all over again when her stomach rumbled a second time.

I drew away. “I guess we’d better feed you.”

She smiled wryly. “That’s probably best. I’d hate to have to eat you instead.”

My dick began to fill. “I wouldn’t mind.”

She rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. I bet you wouldn’t.”

Despite my urge to take her straight back to bed and bury myself in her again, I got out of the shower and toweled myself dry while she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. I considered waiting for her, but it would take her a while to finish up. I didn’t know exactly what she did with her hair, but there was quite a process.

Backtracking to the bedroom, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then went to the kitchen and started brewing coffee. I got out a cutting board and sliced a selection of vegetables. I added mushrooms, peppers, zucchini, and tomatoes to a grill and then put a pair of pans on the stovetop and added a few strips of bacon to one. Into the other, I cracked eggs, added a little milk, salt, and pepper, and stirred it all together.

By the time breakfast was cooking, the coffee was ready and the kitchen smelled like caffeinated goodness, so I poured two cups and added hazelnut creamer to Chelsey’s.

She padded into the kitchen wearing yoga pants and a silky blouse and made grabby hands at the coffee. I passed hers over and she blew on the surface, sipped, and moaned appreciatively. “So good. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

She looked adorable, so I kissed her forehead. Something sizzled behind me, so I hurried over and turned the eggs, which were almost cooked.

She looked out the window. “It’s going to be a beautiful day.”

I followed her gaze. The small back lawn was covered by a crisp layer of white, but the sky above was blue and the sun streaming through the glass was warm even though the air outside was probably chilly.

“Maybe we could go for a walk,” I suggested. I wasn’t feeling particularly athletic, but a stroll might be nice. Wasabi stalked into the kitchen, walked straight over to me, and mewled plaintively. His battered ear twitched and his tail jerked from side to side. “Oh, shit. I forgot to feed him.”

No wonder the little guy was upset.

Chelsey put her cup down. “I’ll do it. One serving, right?”

“Yeah. He’ll beg for more, but if you give it to him, he won’t actually eat it.”

She got a package of cat meat from the pantry and headed toward the front door, where his bowl was kept in the foyer. Wasabi trotted after her, clearly pleased that the situation was being rectified so quickly.