What would I know? I’m not a hairdresser.
I take a seat at one of the basins, and Lily drapes a towel over my shoulders before securing a cape around my neck.
“Relax back,” she insists, one of her hands pressing against my shoulder to ease me back while her other hand supports the back of my head.
“Comfy?” she asks, hovering over me, and our eyes meet as I grin and nod.
Lily moves behind the basin then, and I immediately miss looking at her. That is until the warm spray of water washes over my hair, and her delicate fingers start gliding through it again.
Instantly, I’m hard.
My lids fall shut as I relax even more, and the sound of the water lulls me into a dazed state. When Lily starts washing my hair, I moan the moment her fingers dig in, massaging my scalp.
“Tell me about your day,” Lily asks, and I grin to myself, knowing damn well she heard my moan and also knowing she’s pretending she didn’t hear it.
“It was rather successful,” I admit, proudly. “I picked up my Triumph, which, as you can see, is like a new ride.” I lift my hand, gesturing to the bank of windows. “Steve offered me a job in the shop, so I accepted it. I start in the morning.”
“Oh, wow, Asher. That’s fantastic,” she says, her tone light and happy, and fuck, I love hearing her excited for me.
“It’s worked out well.” I leave out the part about the fights. Lily doesn’t need to know about that. “My parole officer is atosser,” I admit, “but he was happy that I have a place to stay and have secured myself a job.”
“So he should. It’s great news about the job.”
As Lily massages my scalp, her technique changes, the pads of her fingers digging in, dragging another moan from me.
“Your new clothes look great,” she observes, still trying to ignore my reaction to her, and I chuckle.
“Yes, that’s because they fit me properly, and they don’t belong to your sons. Now when you ogle me, you don’t have to get creeped out that I’m wearing their clothes.”
“Stop it,” she whispers, but I can hear the amusement in her tone. “Please tell me you bought more than one outfit and have dropped them home already?” she asks, and I nod as well as I can with my head in a basin.
Why does her calling it home sound so good? I know she meansherhome, but I’m going to pretend she means my home, too.
Lily’s fingers dig in deeper to my scalp then, and again I moan, not able to hold back.
“Fuck, Lily. It feels so fucking good. My cock is hard.”
“Asher, stop it.”
I chuckle. “Why? I know you want me just as much as I want you. I think we both made that clear last night.”
She stops massaging my head and turns the water back on, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.
“It was a mistake,” she says firmly, but I don’t believe her. Not for one fucking minute.
Even so, her words bite.
“Really? It felt like a mistake to you?” I can’t hide the edge in my tone.
I know I shouldn’t let her reaction to what happened bother me, but fuck, all I’ve ever dreamed of is Lily Bennett loving me the way I love her.
She stays quiet, so I decide to keep talking. Fuck it. I may as well lay it all out there. How else will she know how fucking serious I am?
“Last night, it felt like I finally woke up,” I admit. “It’s like I’ve been walking around not really living, and for the first time Ican recall, last night, with you, I felt alive. Like I finally arrived home.” I shrug against the basin. “It felt right to me.”
Again, Lily stays quiet, and I think she’s not going to speak, but then she shuts off the water and grabs a towel, tossing it over my head before rubbing some of the water from my hair.
“It probably felt right to you because it’s cool for someone your age to fuck a cougar. I remember how the boys were at your age, Asher. Some even made it a competition to see how many older women they could hook up with.”
