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Once he’s standing in front of the bath, he turns his back on me and tucks his thumbs into his boxers and shoves them down.
“Shit. I’m gonna go and—”
“Stay,” he says as water sloshes behind me. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” He groans, sounding entirely too erotic for something as simple as a bath.
“You sure you don’t want me to leave you alone with the tub?” I tease.
“How long have I been down there?” he asks.
“It’s Friday afternoon,” I confess, still keeping my back to him.
“Doll,” he whispers.
Tipping my face to the ceiling for a beat, I turn around, finding him surrounded by white fluffy bubbles.
His addiction to having a bath isn’t news to me. The first time he told me he was going for one, I was convinced he was joking until I walked past the master bathroom at the house he first took me to and found it almost overflowing with bubbles, waiting for him.
Since that day, I’ve tried to imagine what the dangerous, inked-up gangster might look like submerged in the softness of the bubbles. Well, five years later, it seems I get my wish. And fuck, it’s even more mind-blowing than I thought it would be.
“I-I need to go shower,” I blurt, still standing in the middle of the room like a spare part.
His eyes drop to my white shirt, which is covered in Reid’s blood, before he tracks the hand marks that cover my upper arms and throat.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Not yet. I’m not ready to share you again.”
“Sh-share me?” I stutter.
“I know you’re fucking them, Doll.”
I stumble back until my ass collides with the vanity.
From what he’s already said, it’s obvious that he thinks I’m fucking both of the men under this roof on the regular, but hearing him say it so casually, well, it shocks me.
“I haven’t fucked Reid,” I say confidently, as if that’s going to make this any better.
His hand emerges from the bubbles, so he can scrub at his jaw. It shouldn’t be so damn cute when he leaves himself with a white beard, but damn it, it is. I’m not going to tell him that though. Something tells me that he wouldn’t approve.
“Right.”
“JD—”
“Don’t even think about lying to me,” he warns.
“I-I wasn’t,” I admit, holding his eyes. “We’ve been—”
“I know. I heard.”
“He told you,” I mutter. Of fucking course JD would go bragging to my husband about how good my pussy is. Asshole.
“Not in so many words,” Mav confesses.
“What are you—”
“I heard.”
My brows pinch at his simple, repeated statement.
“What are you—”
