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My smile is small. Her lightness is needed when I feel heavy with regret. “Ava, don’t say things like that when I’m in no position to violate you.” Her shoulder blades pull in a tiny bit when I rest the sponge there, and I immediately replace it with my lips, feeling her relax under them. So that is what I do. Squeeze warm water over her, kiss her, squeeze, kiss, over and over, her quiet murmurs of contentment welcomed as I focus on that—and not the damage before me—before moving on to her hair. I let her slip down into the water between my thighs, holding her shoulders, and she looks up at me as I gently tend to her. A small smile tickles her lips.
“What?” I ask, and her eyes light up. My dick is literally tickling the top of her head. “Stop it,” I warn. She pouts. “Stop that too.” She’s insatiable. I wish I could indulge it. “Come on, out.” I help her up and lift her out, ignoring her grumbles of protest, wrapping her up in a towel while I dry myself and then gently dabbing at her back to dry her.
I scoop her up and carry her to the bed. I feel her eyes on my profile. Watching me. Enjoying me looking after her. Of course, it’s my favorite job too, but not under these circumstances. I wasn’t the man she needed last night. Broken, a mess, angry, and out-of-control desperate.
My back twinges. Never again.
I lay her on her front and pull the towel free, putting myself on her undamaged, pert arse, losing my own towel as I do. Just look at the fucking state of her.Breathe.I reach for the tub of cream on the nightstand. “This might be a bit cold.” The moment the cream meets her skin, she hisses, going stiff beneath me. I hush her gently, gritting my teeth too, like I can help her through it. One thing’s certain, though.I hope.“You won’t be doing this again, will you?”
“I will if you do.” She sucks in air as I start to pat in the cream, turning her face into the sheets, her shoulder blades pulling in. Then she definitely won’t. My dick twitches. Inevitable. I’m touching her, after all.
I work over every inch of her back, five times over, and with each minute that passes, a little more blood drips into my cock. Fucking hell. Ava’s about to get her way.
I start to lower my lips to her shoulder but stop when I hear someone downstairs calling ahello.
Oh fuck.I remembered to call everyone...
Except Cathy.
Ava lifts her head and looks toward the door, and my dick wilts with sadness. I curse and get up, heading for the dressing room. “I forgot to call Cathy.” I go to where I keep my jeans and find a pile of female clothes. “Shit.” Where did we move them to? I open a few more doors until I find a pair, pull them on, grab a T-shirt, and hiss as I pull the fucker down my torso. “Up you get, I need to feed you.” I take her hips and lift her from the bed.
Her nose wrinkles. “I’m not hungry.”
“You will eat. Your stomach must be completely empty after you released the contents of it all over my office floor.”
Embarrassment moves in. It’s ridiculous. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I push her wet hair over her shoulder. “Get some clothes on. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” I leave her with a quick kiss and go down to see Cathy.
50
But I findthe kitchen empty. “Cathy?”
“In here, boy.”
I look toward the laundry room as I go to the fridge. “Morning.” I pluck down a jar of peanut butter, settling on a stool and diving in.
She appears at the doorway, a bag in her hands, her face wrinkled in question. “What’s this on the shelf, boy? It’s blocking the washing powder.” She peeks into the bag and pulls out a box, and I still on my stool, my finger hanging out of my mouth.Please don’t come downstairs yet, Ava.My brain’s yelling at me to get up, go to her, take the bag before she has a chance to figure out what those boxes are. “Damn it,” she curses, squinting at the label. “I need my specs.”
I drop my jar and dash over, swiping the bag from one hand and the box from the other. “Just some meds,” I say, smiling like a dickhead, instinctively putting the bag behind my back.
“Somemeds? You going into the pharmaceuticals business, boy?”
I laugh, harder than it’s funny, and scoot past her, opening a cupboard and shoving the bag inside.
“Oh, I see,” she muses as I shut the door and stare at it. She sees what? “Well, I suppose going cold turkey might have its side effects.”
What the fuck is she talking about? I turn with a monster frown as she opens the dishwasher. And it clicks. She thinks I need meds to help me give up the drink? I laugh to myself. The irony. I probably do. “They’re just a backup,” I say, taking my stool and my jar again.
She looks up and smiles. Not at me, but past me, and I turn to see Ava in the doorway, her body swathed in baggy clothes. “Good morning, Ava,” Cathy says.
Ava sits, and my nose moves in, smelling her. Clean. All poison washed and rubbed away. “Hi, Cathy,” she says, flapping her hands at me. “How are you?” She looks at me, scowling at me crowding her. We have some making up to do. I dip my finger and rub it across her lip, and her face twists with disgust. She’s adorable, her chin smeared in my vice. Let’s not waste it. I lean in and lick it off.
Ava and Sun-Pat. “Yum.”
“I’m very well,” Cathy says, as Ava bats me away. “Would you like some breakfast? Salmon?”
“Please.” Relaxing, she watches Cathy faff around our kitchen, looking content. Happy. Everything she said to me this morning rings in my head. We’re back on track. Finally. “We have some news, Cathy,” I say, feeling Ava’s curious eyes fall onto me. “Ava will soon be Mrs. Ward.”
