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“I just meant that they’re sometimes too nice. That’s all. My mom will literally open her doors to anyone who needs it, and it’s caused problems in the past. One time she let one of my brother’s friends literallymove in,and he caused total chaos for three months. Dad had toforcehim out after he broke seven windows.”
“How did he break the windows?”
“Playing baseball in the house.” I shook my head at the memory, opening the spare bedroom. It was nearly the size of the entire cabin we had stayed in and the shock on Cheyenne’s face was amusing. “I take it this is big enough for you?”
She stepped in, eyes wide as I set the bag on the dark gray quilt on the bed. “This is just... This is just—wow.”
I nodded. “Yeah, we might be a ranching family, but Mom has expensive taste. She likes things to be overly elegant, so that’s why the room feels like you’re in an uptown penthouse rather than a ranch house.”
“This whole house isinsane.” Cheyenne went to the window, pulling the black curtain back and peering out across the ranch. “And theview.”
“Yep, it’s a view. I’m going to go make your bath now.” I left her there, still caught up in the window. I slipped out of the room, shutting it so Takoda wouldn’t follow me. I headed into the bathroom, kicking on the heater to warm up the room. I grimaced as I took in the claw bathtub. It was going to take alotof water to fill it up.
I’ll just take a cold shower while she bathes.
I shivered at the thought, but there was no way I was doing it a second time for myself. I walked to the small kitchen, pulled out all the pots I could find, filled them with water, and started the burners.
And then I waited.
I started out by letting the water get to a boil and then taking it to the tub, so that it wouldn’t lose heat in the meantime. It was a lot of work, and boring to add to it, but once it was half-full, I knocked on Cheyenne’s door.
“Bath is ready,” I said, noticing that she was holding a few soaps in her hands. “You don’t have to use your own. There’s plenty of soap and shit in the bathroom for you to pick from.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to use your soap. I think you guys have done enough for me already.” She slipped past me, shutting Takoda into the bedroom. “He won’t tear anything up in there. I don’t think.”
“It doesn’t matter if he does. I can replace anything in that room,” I grunted, even though I would prefer not to. “You really should use the stuff in there, though. It’ll save you—”
“Stop.” She spun around, her voice growing sharp. “Don’t even go there, Wade. I’m not some fucking charity case for you. I’ll use my own soap.”
“Okay, cool.” I threw my hands up in surrender, level with my shoulders. “I didn’t mean to piss you off, Chey. And FYI, I’m showering while you bathe.”
“What?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. The shower is mostly private—you’ll only be able to see me from like my chest up.”
“Uh, but you’ll be able to see me.”
A tingle of arousal flooded my lower stomach—I hadn’t thought of that. “I won’t look.”
“Whatever.” She slipped past me into the bathroom, pulling her sweatshirt right over her head.
Fuck.
Her perky breasts bounced as she tossed the sweatshirt and sports bra to the floor, and she turned her back to me before stripping out of her jeans and underwear.
I need a shower. I’m filthy.
Letting out a sharp exhale, I pulled my eyes from her bare ass and turned around, opening the glass shower door. It was opposite of the bathtub, nestled in the corner of the room. I wouldn’treallybe able to see Cheyenne, butdamn, I wished I could. I stripped down and started the water, not stealing a glance over at Cheyenne. I had a raging boner and didnotwant her to see it.
Once I was safely in the shower, however, my gaze shifted to the bathtub, where Cheyenne had sunk down, lathering her dark hair with shampoo. She was sofuckinggorgeous. The woman was just naturally flawless, and it was more torturous watching her than it was standing underfreezingwater.
I quickly washed myself, removing the grime and the gross feeling of not showering in a few days. I didn’t get to enjoy it, though—there was no way of enjoying pure ice water falling from the showerhead. I shut it off as soon as I was clean, grabbing the towel.
“That was a fast shower,” Cheyenne commented as I stepped in front of the mirror, running my fingers through my damp hair.
I looked over at her, the soap residue hazing the water—leaving me unable to see that perfect,sexybody emerging from it. “Cold showers aren’t really my idea of a good time.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? I thought it might be your thing.”
