“I want to.” I say, gripping her shoulder and turning her away.
My fingers thread through her hair, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. She lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning back into me, no doubt feeling my raging boner against her back, but she doesn’t say anything.
As I’m massaging the shampoo in her hair, she grabs a fresh washcloth that’s hung up against the tiles, soaks it beneath the water, and begins rubbing it over her face washing off her make-up.
I grab another washcloth and lather it up with body wash, spreading it around her body gently. I can feel her muscles relax as I soothe the cloth around her skin, and I could see the goosebumps rising.
Unlatching the shower head, I bring it down, rinsing the shampoo from her hair, making sure I massage it out, the same way I’d massaged it in, before returning the shower head back to the hook.
“Lean down a little.” She says, turning to face me.
“What?” I give her a confused look.
“Lean down.” She repeats, grabbing the shampoo and squirting some into her palm.
I comply, bending my knees slightly so she can lean up and massage the shampoo into my hair. Her tits are eye level, and I’m trying my hardest not to look at how hard they are right now.
I’ve never had anyone take care of me before, and I know she’s only washing my hair, but this simple act means more than she’ll ever know.
We continue the shower routine, she helps smother body wash all over me, and I continue doing the same for her. And once we’re both clean, I step out of the shower first, grabbing three towels from the heater.
Grabbing her hand, I guide her out of the shower and wrap the larger towel around her shoulders, giving her the other to dry her hair while I dab my body dry with my own and snake the towel around my hips.
Once she’s finished drying her hair off as much as she could, she hangs the towel back up on the dryer before looking at me with wide eyes.
“Greyson,” she mummers, adjusting the towel around her chest. “What am I going to wear?”
Uh, my clothes,obviously.
Grabbing her hand, I lead us back into my bedroom. Grabbing a pair of sweats, I hand them to her before walking toward my closet and pulling a shirt out. We both stay silent as we get dressed, and once we’re done, she looks at me and smiles.
“Thank you.” She whispers.
“No need to thank me.” I tell her, guiding her toward the bed and pulling the duvet back, gesturing for her to get in.
She slumps into the bed, and before she lies her head on the pillow, I quickly fluff it the way she likes, making a soft smile cross her lips.
“And thank you for trusting in me tonight,” she says, pulling the duvet up to her shoulders, cocooning herself in its warmth. “I know how much tonight meant to you, and I’m happy you trusted me enough to let me be the one you lost it to.”
“You make it easy to trust,” I admit as I grab the remote from the bedside table and hand it to her. “Pick something to watch, I’ll go grab us some snacks, okay?”
“Popcorn?” She looks at me with hopeful eyes.
“Always.” I smile.
Because ever since I found out how addicted she is to popcorn, I’ve made sure our pantry was fully stocked with every flavor possible—especially the mixed buttery and sweet one she loves so much.
Chapter 53
Greyson
Christmas and new year passed by like a tornado—quick, chaotic, and messy.
With Lilly only living a twenty minute drive from Chase’s, we took every opportunity we could to spend as much time together.
And time was well spent…we had sex way too many times to count on both hands, and fucking Lilly is officially my favorite thing to do now.
I’m addicted. To sex. To her. To having sex with her. The way her eyes would roll back as my cock hit her cervix, and the way she’d scream out my name as I slam into her. It was nothing short of perfect.
