Unexpected Gift(65)

I bite my bottom lip between my teeth and slide my palm into his. He pulls me behind him, going back up the steps. I hiss a little from how raw I feel between my legs. It hurts, but when I think about what we did all night, it is worth all the pain. He opens the bathroom door and I get a little giddy when I see how large the garden tub is. It can fit three people, easily. And with how big Caden is, it’s just the right size.

He turns the knobs of the tub, pouring bubble bath and something that smells like lavender into the bathtub. “Are you okay? Are you hurt or anything? I was rough a few times last night. And early this morning. Twice. Three times, if you count—”

I slap his chest, remembering all the times he is talking about. “I know what you are talking about, and yes, I am a little sore, but only in the best possible way. I promise.” My stomach turns when I think about the next topic, I need to breach with him. “Um, there is something else we need to talk about that we didn’t talk about before.”

“Talk to me, sunshine.” He swirls the bubbles around in the tub and lifts himself off the edge, taking off his shirt.

That’s when I notice all the scratch marks on his back. Good. I’m glad I’m not the only one that came from last night unscathed. I scratch my right arm, feeling a bit nervous, and a little afraid. “So”—I rub my neck, wondering if this is a good idea— “last night, it was amazing—”

“Yeah it was.” He shoots me a wink in the mirror and puts toothpaste onto two toothbrushes.

“Definitely. Listen, we didn’t use protection.” Well, that came out more blunt than I intended it to.

It doesn’t seem to affect him. He hands me the toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth, like what I just said doesn’t have an impact on him. “Did you hear me?” I ask, staring at him in the mirror, trying not to get distracted by the ridges of his abs or the valley carving his hips.

He spits in the sink and washes the toothbrush under the faucet. “Yeah, I did.”

“You aren’t worried?” I start brushing, too, trying to get the morning breath off my tongue.

He shakes his head and takes off his gym shorts, revealing that thick cock. It slaps against his thigh like a heavy piece of meat. I don’t know how something of that size can fit into something as small as me. “I’m not worried at all. Do you know how hard it is to get pregnant? Plus, when someone is on birth control… I’m not worried.”

I start to sink into the tub and pause, staring at him with confusion. “Wait, what? What makes you think I’m on birth control? I’m not on birth control. I was a virgin!” I panic, thinking about all of the consequences that can happen.

“Woah, hey. It’s alright.” He sinks into the tub, settling behind me. “Next time we will be smarter. We will use protection from now on?”

Right. I let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Yeah, that’s fine. Sorry. Talk about a miscommunication.”

“That’s my fault. I assumed, like an asshole. I shouldn’t have assumed. I thought all women were on it. Shows what I know, right?” He takes the loofa, dips it into the bubbles, and rubs it along my shoulders. It’s soothing.

“It’s my fault, too. You weren’t the only one participating last night.”

“How sad would that have been? To wake up and know it was just a dream? I’d be devastated.”

My chuckle ends on a moan when he starts massaging my shoulders. “That feels so good.”

We sit there, just enjoying each other’s company and the warmth of the tub. It feels natural. He continues to squeeze the bubbles onto my skin, the loofah ghosting over my body, and I shut my eyes, tilting my head to the side when he moves up my neck.

“So, tell me something I don’t know about you, Molly.”

I swirl the bubbles around, trying to think of one thing he doesn’t know about me. “You know everything. We have known each other for a while. I don’t know what to tell you.”

“We have known each other, sure.” He squeezes the loofah on my shoulder again. “ But we were always at each other’s throat. Besides your wicked tongue, I don’t know much about you, Molls.”

“Oh, that’s very true. Maybe I should keep you guessing. It will keep you on your toes.”

“Like you could ever keep me off my toes. Come on.” He snorts.

I hit my hand against the water, splashing him in the face with bubbles. “You better watch it.”

He kisses my shoulder, running the loofah down my arm. “Tell me something. Come on.”

“I have to wear socks on hardwood floors, like I have to. Hardwoods floors are always dirty, and I feel it on my feet.” I shiver from the thought of dust and whatever else sticks to skin. “It’s gross. And let’s not forget about how cold they get. They get freezing. I like that this house is mostly carpet.”

“You are so weird.” His entire body moves as he laughs.

“Shut up!” I splash him again, smiling from how infectious his happiness is.

“Tell me another weird thing.”

“I always have to have a blanket around me. It doesn’t matter how warm it is. If I am sitting in a chair at home or lying in bed, I need a blanket. Makes me feel all warm and cozy. Oh, and I like hot sauce on popcorn.”