Page 50 of Never Forget

He gestures vaguely below the waterline.

I shake my head and chuckle. After all that, he still has it in him to make suggestive jokes. He’s not even hard and I’m not trying to get him there, either. “I think you can reach that far.”

His lips twitch just enough for me to catch the ghost of a smile.

“Worth a shot.”

We stay like that for a while, Naz half dozing and me rubbing lazy circles over his skin with the washcloth.

Eventually, when the water cools and he’s in real danger of falling asleep in the tub, I set the washcloth aside and reach for a towel out of the warmer I turned on earlier.

“Think you’ve soaked long enough?”

Naz opens one eye again. “I figured you’d tell me when I started turning into a raisin.”

I pick up one of his hands and kiss the pads of his wrinkled fingers. “Getting there.”

Naz allows me to help him out of the bath and wrap the warm towel around him, waiting for me while I drain the tub. It’s not until he notices I’m leading him to the closest bed, which is in his grandparent’s room, that he starts to protest.

“It’ll be fine,” I tell him. “The home health nurse isn’t going to be here until the afternoon, and we’re not picking up your grandparents until the next day. I’ll change all the sheets and set everything back to new first thing in the morning.”

He hesitates.

“You can’t tell me you want to walk all the way back to your trailer naked.”

I can tell I’ve won when his shoulders drop and he loosens his hold on the towel. Reaching for it, I help him dry off the last bit of water from his skin before pulling back the covers and guiding him to lie on his stomach.

Placing a gentle hand on the swell of Naz’s ass, I give a soft squeeze and ask, “How bad?”

“Sore, but fine,” he answers, face muffled in the pillow.

I wait patiently for the information I want, smiling when Naz groans and turns his head to the side so he can see me when he speaks.

“The bath helped, as is the fact that I’m not trying to walk or sit on it right now. I don’t think there’s any damage outside the expected soreness.”

I hum my pleasure at getting a real answer and give another gentle squeeze to let him know I’m about to look. I know he hates this part, but after today he has to be used to me eyeballing his asshole.

Naz returns his face to the pillow when I bring my other hand up to spread his cheeks apart. The light from the bedside table is dim, but it’s enough to see that he’s definitely pretty raw and swollen. Bending forward, I press a light, chaste kiss to his poor abused hole before standing up again.

“Hold tight. I’ll be right back.”

I pop into the bathroom again to dig through my bag of supplies, pulling out a small tube of ointment and returning to the bedroom.

“You really thought of everything, huh?” He sounds amused.

“It’s my job to take care of you,” I say simply, squeezing a healthy amount of ointment on my fingers.

I apply it carefully and clinically. I don’t want to hurt him, but I’m also trying not to think too hard about what I’m doing. There is a significant part of my sick, sick lizard brain that likes knowing it was me who made him like that. That I was inside him so many times. That I pushed inside him and marked him—bred him—over and over again until he was left raw and ragged.

When I’m done, I spread a small layer onto his cheeks and massage it into his skin where it’s marked from my hand.

“You’re getting some kind of sick enjoyment out of this, aren’t you?”

I’m not sure if he’s judging me or checking in to make sure he’s not the only one enjoying this. Either way, I laugh and answer honestly. “Maybe a little.”

“Me too,” he says sleepily.

“Get some rest,” I say, pulling a sheet over him and kissing him lightly between the shoulder blades.