Page 73 of A Simple Life

I covered my eyes, grateful for her lightness. “Oh God, I don’t want to think of them soaking together. Or the whole where’s the soap thing. I doubt it was just to relax.” Then I barked a laugh. “They were very affectionate. I bet they were pretty damned frisky, those two.”

Quinn covered her mouth as she laughed. “This is quite roomy.”

“It also explains why the old bathroom had a central drain in the floor. I thought Gramps was just ahead of his time.”

“They probably flooded the room a few times,” she said, sounding amused.

I pressed my fingers into my eyes. “Let’s change the subject.”

Quinn pushed forward, then spun and turned to me. She crooked her finger, indicating for me to come closer. I did, letting her wrap her legs around my waist. We were melded together, the warmth of the water around us. My cock pressed against her, and even with the water, I felt her desire. “Or we could make a flood of our own. Christen the tub.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, ghosting her mouth along the damp skin of my chest and shoulders. “Maybe I could ride you again.” She tugged on my earlobe. “Maybe try reverse cowgirl.”

I looked down at her, yearning coursing through my veins. “I didn’t bring a condom.”

“I’m on birth control. You can go bare. I feel safe with you.”

“You are.”

She waggled her eyebrows. “Bareback stallion-style.”

I yanked her close, the movement causing the water to swell and splash over the edge.

“Yeehaw.”

The next morning, we picked up Abby. Quinn looked well rested and completely relaxed. I’d found the soap at least three times.

Then I had to dry her off in the bedroom. Really thoroughly.

I got her all wet again, though, so we had to have a shower.

And I found out my Quinn was really vocal when she wanted to be. We both enjoyed the freedom of no condoms. It was easily the most erotic sensation to be surrounded by her tight heat and feel everything so intensely. She seemed to like it, if the nail marks on my back and the love bite she left on my neck were any indications.

I returned the favor on her thighs and right over her heart.

I liked how she looked with my marks.

I wasn’t sure when I had become such a possessive bastard.

Abby bolted out of the front door, running toward us, waving her arms in case we missed seeing her. “Hi, Momma! Hi, Farmer John!”

Then to my surprise and Quinn’s shock, she headed straight to me, her arms outstretched. Bending, I picked her up, swinging her into my arms. She pressed her nose against mine. “Guess what?” she whispered excitedly.

“What?” I replied.

“I got scared last night, but I remembered what you said. And I told Mandy’s mom, and she gave me some juice and talked to me till I wasn’t scared anymore.”

“What scared you?” I asked.

“It was darker than my room. But when I told her, she put a light on, and I was okay!” She dropped her voice. “Is she a cover too, John?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

She nodded sagely. “I thought so.”

Quinn watched us, a smile on her face. Abby turned to her, holding out her arms. “Hi!”

I handed her off, and Quinn dropped a bunch of little kisses on Abby’s face, making her giggle.