Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I don’t want to bring these things up now, not when she’s so distraught, but eventually I’m going to need to know where she wants this to go.
She’s still standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Looking past her, I see the huge, jetted tub that I’ve never used. I always use the shower that’s detached from the tub.
A bath. Maybe a bath would relax her.
I walk past her into the bathroom and twist the tub faucets. I test the water several times until it’s at a warm temperature that I think she’ll like, that I think will be soothing to her.
I don’t take baths myself, though I’ve been known to sit in a hot tub now and then.
To use a hot tub, though, I’d have to go to my parents’ house, and I don’t want to do that. Rory needs to be by herself.
What do women like in their bath?
Bath salts? Bath bombs?
I don’t have any of that.
Bubbles? I don’t have that either. I have shower gel. Would that work?
I go to the shower, grab my bottle of Evergreen shower gel, and squirt a stream of it into the tub as it fills. Sure enough, bubbles form.
Once the tub is full, I find Rory sitting on the bed. I pull her up and undress her slowly.
“Brock…”
“Quiet,” I say softly. “This isn’t about sex or anything else. This is about me taking care of you.”
Once her clothes are off, I try not to stare at her beautiful body. Instead, I lead her into the bathroom, make sure she has towels, and help her get into the tub.
“Just relax, sweetheart.”
She closes her eyes and sighs.
I move toward the door to leave—
“No,” she says.
“I want to give you some privacy.”
“I don’t want any privacy, Brock. I want you.”
“All right. I’ll stay in here with you.” The only place to sit is the toilet, so I close the lid.
“No,” she says. “In the tub. With me.”
I guess there’s a first time for everything. If my first bath must be with a beautiful woman, so be it. I’m not going to deny her anything right now. She’s so upset, not just because I told her to leave earlier, but because she found out she’s not pregnant.
I shed my clothes and get into the tub with her. My dick is hard, of course. It’s always hard when I’m around Rory. Especially around naked Rory.
I climb in behind her and nestle her against my chest.
“Sorry,” I murmur in her ear, as my cock pokes her back.
“About what?”
“About…you know.”
She turns around and faces me. “We can take care of that.” She climbs on top of me and sinks down onto my cock.
I groan as she settles onto me, takes me into her body.
She’s in control, and she goes slowly.
Part of me wants to grab her, move her up and down on my cock quick and hard, splashing water everywhere.
But I’m here for her. I will let her take it slowly if that’s what she wants. Besides, I didn’t even think we were going to have sex in the bathtub.
No condom.
But I find that I don’t really care.
Rory’s not pregnant, so Rory could become pregnant.
And I don’t care.
I’m going to take life as it comes.
But she stops. She rises, gets out of the tub, and pulls a towel around her wet body.
“Sweetheart?”
“No condom,” she says.
“It’s okay, Rory.”
“No, it’s not okay, Brock. It’s not okay until we discuss this. Until we—the two of us together—decide where we’re going and what this thing is between us, we have to be careful.”
“But you want a baby.”
“I do want a baby. I want a baby more than I can breathe. But I don’t want a baby with someone who doesn’t want one.”
“You know how I feel about you.” I close my mouth. I want to tell her how sad her news was. How much I’m grieving a baby I didn’t realize I wanted. But she’s right. I’m not ready for a child, no matter how much I may want one. Still, I was ready to go without a condom. To make her happy.
“I think I do,” she says. “But this is new for both of us. We don’t want to bite off more than we can chew.”
I can think of a few things I’d like to bite right now, and they’re all on Rory’s body. My cock is still hard as a rock, and I don’t want to be in this tub.
So I get out, splashing water everywhere. Yeah, I’m making a mess, but I don’t care. I’m not angry exactly, except maybe I am. Rory started this. She’s the one who turned around and climbed on top of me.
Now she’s sitting, still wrapped in a towel, on the edge of my bed.
God, I’m trying. I’m trying to do what she needs here. I’ve got a rock-hard cock and a woman who spent the afternoon crying in her car on the side of the road.