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“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
CHAPTER6
ROWEN
“I feel it all over me.”I’m not the kind of girl to shy away from some dirt, but I am literally coated in a layer of dust. It’s on my lashes, in my pores, all over my poor purple beanie.
“That’s the last load of bedding in.” Janet settles next to me on the steps and leans back. I want nothing more than to go curl into a ball on the sofa and sleep for days, but Rae and August are still working on the formal dining room and Wyatt is outside emptying the Shop-Vac we found in a closet. We found out that the vacuum was a much more efficient way to clean up piles of dust than a rag or broom. Only one vacuum means we had to take turns though, so now it’s midnight and I want to die slowly, but not covered in all this sticky dust.
“You guys are the actual best humans I’ve ever met.” I wipe my face, but my hands are just as dirty, so it’s only smears more on my cheek. Janet laughs and I reach over, rubbing my thumb across her forehead. She lunges for me, tackling me back into the steps and rubbing her face on my shirt. I squeal and struggle to back up the stairs away from her, but she’s stronger and holds me in place. I open my eyes and the look on her face stops my laugh, it stops everything. What did I do to deserve any woman looking at me the way Janet Morgan is right now? It’s lust, curiosity, heat. I start to lick my lip but think better of it. We’re covered in dust and grime, and that includes my mouth.
“Brian and I got the sitting room done, but it… oh.” Greer’s high voice stops, and Janet pushes her body off mine, sitting next to me. I pull my shirt down and sit up, pulling off my beanie to fix my hair and causing a cloud of dust to cover me.
“Ew.” I huff and toss the beanie down next to me. “Thank you, guys, so much. I really can’t tell you how much this means to me.” These practical strangers just came and cleaned my whole house for pizza and beer.
“Anytime. Welcome to the family.” Brian offers me a fist bump and a friendly smile. I touch my fist to his and watch him pull Greer against him. They’re a cute couple. Greer is barely five feet tall with cotton candy pink hair and matching glasses where Brian is at least six feet, dark skin, and a wardrobe that looks like Sheldon Cooper dressed him. “Any boss of Leo’s is a friend of ours. You read comics too?”
Brian and I talk about his comic series, and I promise to come by Words for Nerds to pick up a copy soon. Janet plays with the hem of my shirt, and I struggle to really focus on what Brian is saying. I literally can’t use my brain on anything but her fingers skimming my hip. I wave at Brian and Greer on their way out, we say goodbye to Rae and August, hugging them even though we’re all disgusting. Wyatt came in last, replaced the vacuum, and leaned against the door facing us.
“You know it was only last night I asked when you were going to find a woman. I didn’t expect you to move so fast. There’s a joke about that right? About lesbians and moving fast?” He smirks and Janet flips him off.
“Lesbians do everything faster, Collins, that’s why so many women switch teams.” Janet stands and waves Wyatt in for a hug. He pats her back and reaches for the door. “Thanks for helping and lending your masculine cleaning prowess.”
“Thanks, really, and tell Nora thank you again for me. I know she was tired and came to help anyway.” I don’t stand but smile up at him. Nora told me tonight that she and Wyatt are expecting their first baby together and she’s too tired to function some days. That made two of us, and I’m not building a whole human inside me. Wyatt leaves, giving Janet a wink on the way out, and shuts the door quietly behind him. After having a house full of people cleaning and joking, and music playing for the last several hours, the silence is welcome and eerie.
“You’re so dirty.” Janet smiles at me, hands in her jean pockets.
“You are too.” All the implications of this conversation run through my mind.
“There are three very clean bathrooms in the upstairs alone. Mind if I clean up before I go?” She’s still looking at me in a way that says she’d love to undress me, but her words are too matter of fact.
“Totally. Yes. Of course. Need some clothes? I can loan you mine and wash those?” I stutter through, tamping down the embarrassment from misreading her.
“Thanks.” She offers her hand to help me up and we head in opposite directions. I go down to the living room, grabbing the duffel bag and suitcase before lugging them both up to the room I claimed as mine. The black room. The aesthetic says creepy and gothic, and I love it. It was my favorite room as a kid too. I drag the bags down the hall, push the door open with my hip, and turn to see Janet. Her flannel shirt is open to expose a thin camisole under it, her jeans are gone, a dusty pile on the floor, and I’m openly staring at every single muscled inch of her. Her legs are long, toned, and perfect from the bottom of her ass cheeks covered in snug boy shorts all the way down to her bare toes. My gaze moves up to the hint of skin between her black shorts and white camisole, pauses, and travels upward to her face. She’s watching me watch her and there’s something so intimate about it.
“Sorry.” I finally manage a word and she reaches up to pull her hair down from the low bun it’s been in all day. Blonde hair tumbles in waves around her shoulders and I want to touch it so bad. Both times I’ve seen her, it’s been back in that damn bun, but now I could run my fingers through it, tug it.
“It’s fine.” Janet confidently shrugs the unbuttoned shirt from her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Her biceps make my knees weak. Muscles flex under the soft skin of her shoulders and back, begging me to touch them. I can’t take it all in at once, so my eyes roam over her hungrily, pausing on her breasts peeking out of the top of the camisole she’s still wearing. “Are you coming?” My brain answers that question in about fifteen ways, but my mouth only opens and closes.
“Hmm?” I can’t form words. Apparently, it only takes a half-naked Janet to kill all my brain cells.
“Saves water.” Janet shrugs and walks toward the bathroom. I have never taken off an entire outfit so fast in my life. A cloud of dust surrounds my shirt and tank as I strip them off, my jeans are streaked in all the crud of the day, and my shoes might not be salvageable. I hear the water start running and tug off my last sock, stumbling past the mirror and taking a quick glance at my basic gray cotton bra and panties. At least they match, but hopefully they won’t be on long. I pause for a split second to think about the rest of me, not the dirt streaks on my face but the soft curves of my hips and thighs, my fuller breasts. I scan the mirror, chew my lip, and let it go. I look pretty damn cute covered in dirt.
The bathroom mirror is steamed over, and a cloud hangs low in the room, so I close the door quickly to keep it all in. The black curtain is pulled around the claw foot tub, water is clearly hitting a body inside, and I’m standing out here, psyching myself up. She clearly said it saves water and asked if I was coming. My brain went to double entendre there, but what if she didn’t mean it? What if it was just teasing? What- Oh fuck it. I toss my bra and panties next to hers on the floor, pull back the curtain, and step in. The hot water stings my skin, but in a cleansing way. Goosebumps cover my skin instantly and I’m overly aware of how… cold the rest of me is until she touches me and literally nothing else matters. Her wet hands slide up my skin, coaxing me closer, until I’m under the spray with her, water running down my face, dirt swirling around the drain.
“Took you long enough,” Janet whispers in my ear, the words barely audible over the water.
“Sorry, had to psych myself up. You naked is a little intimidating.” Might as well be honest. Her hands glide from my arms to my waist and cup my ass, a shudder moves from her chest to mine.
“Intimidating?” she mutters, pressing her lips to my throat, and all rational thought is gone. I have no more brain cells. If I thought Janet half naked was impressive, Janet pressed against me and wet is a whole new experience.
“Your thighs could crush my skull.” I wipe water from my face and realize I’m standing here with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen touching me while my hands dangle uselessly at my sides. Get it together, Rowen. I curl my fingers around the back of her neck, her pulse jumping beneath my palm, and lean in.
“Play your cards right and you can find out if they can.” Her teeth graze my shoulder down to my collar bone and her hands move up my ribcage to the underside of my breasts and I am literally going to die if she doesn’t keep going. I run my hands through her damp hair as she moves lower, kissing down my chest and sucking my nipple into her mouth. I gasp, my back arches, and my eyes close. I’m so fucked. She moves to the other side and gets the same reaction from me before gliding back up my body and pressing her mouth to mine. Water streams over us, her hands roam my back, my ass, my hips. I lick the seam of her lips and she opens, tongue coming out to dance with mine. The faint taste of beer lingers on her. My head swims like I was the one drinking and I kiss down her neck to her shoulder, my hands finally roaming over her, exploring all the toned muscles of her back, shoulders, arms, ass.
“Wow.” I press the word into her chest, lower, hands following my mouth’s path down her chest and ribcage to her perfect, pert breasts. I cup one in each hand, running my thumbs over her nipples and feeling her body stiffen, her breathing quicken. Janet runs her hands over the top my head, smoothing stray strands from my face. I kiss across her clavicle, licking her wet skin as I go lower to drag my tongue from one nipple to the other and back before coming up to kiss her again. I grip her hips, her fingers tangle in my hair, and our lips move in perfect fluid unison. An overwhelming heat pools low in my belly, begging her to touch me, begging me to touch her, but I want to draw this out, take my time. What if this is all she wants? What if I get this one time with her? I’m going to make this night last as long as I can.
Janet does not have the same idea. She pulls back, taking my lower lip with her and giving it a light nibble before releasing it. I immediately lick it and watch the wicked smile cross her face. I return it and she wordlessly turns me around so I’m facing the black curtain. Her hands find my waist and pull me into her, my slick back to her front. I reach back and touch her face while she buries it in my neck. Her teeth graze my sensitive skin, hands moving all over me. One hand cups my breast, toying with my nipple, making me squirm. The pressure building between my thighs is enough to make me whimper but Janet doesn’t stop. I tug at her hair, she kisses my neck and grabs my other hand to take it lower with her, letting go at my hip. Her long delicate fingers move even lower, nudging my legs apart enough to slip between them. My breathing halts when she bumps my clit and bites my neck at the same time, her other hand rolling my nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger. She strokes through my wet skin until finally sliding one finger inside me, then two, and curling them expertly. I gasp, eyes closing, head falling back. She slides her fingers out, moving them to my clit and making soft circles there, bringing my body to the cusp and stopping to dip them inside me and then back out. My head swims, my whole body is strung tight, ready to fall apart at her command.
