“That’s it Angel. You’re doing so well.”
With that, and a rough circle of my fingers over her clit, she gasps my name and clamps down around me as she comes. It’sall I need to trigger my own release. I pulse up until there’s nowhere left for me to go but to fall right with her.
My arms band around her hips, pulling her back from the headboard and into my lap as both of our hearts pound out of control. After a few moments, I loosen my grip, and she eases off me with a groan.
I don’t let her get far, scooping her into my arms and carrying her to the bathroom.
“This is my new favorite thing,” she says between kisses to my neck.
“Me cleaning you up?”
“You, holding me like this.”
Yeah, I fucking love it too. Physically I’m feeling more like myself than I have since we met.
“Shower?”
“You know I’m a fan of the planet, and I can’t think of a better way to conserve water.”
I tuck her against me and crank the water to warm, nuzzling her neck as we wait for it to heat.
“Did you sleep okay?”
I think for a moment, my arms still around her waist. “I did.”
She smiles over her shoulder at me. “That’s good.”
I kiss her shoulder.
Not every night is, though. Therapy isn’t a magic fix and sometimes after a particularly hard session, the nightmares come for me full force.
“There’s more good than bad these days.”
It’s not because I’m with her—she’s not a cure either. But she does make me see things in a different light.
“Are you nervous about today?”
Our schedules lined up so Aspen can come with me this weekend to visit my grandmother, and we’re spending the weekend in Coyote Creek. She doesn’t know it yet, but I workedout a deal to buy the parcel of land from Perdition Ranch, so that little section of wilderness will always be mine.
Aspen steps under the spray, holding out her hand for me to take. I do and she pulls me close, looking up at me.
“Hey, you went all quiet on me.”
“Just thinking.”
“Dangerous,” she teases.
“A little,” I admit. “I know my grandma is excited to see you, but I don’t know what kind of day we’ll get.”
“Whatever we get from her, we’ll be okay. We’ll take it as it comes.”
“Okay,” I agree. “Together.” I let a beat slip between us and Aspen clocks it, tilting her head. “I also need to tell you something.”
“Why do you look like you’re about to confess to committing a crime?”
“You’re the only delinquent here,” I tease.
“Oh shut it.” Her eyes light up. “Jeremiah totally deserved the punch.”
