Falling Down(133)

"But the guys--"
"Do you hear them complaining?"
"Well no."
I nod. "No complaints in private either. In fact, they seem pretty f*cking happy having extra people around to hang with."
She bites her lower lip. I let her because it means she's trying to work this out in her mind.
"Careful now, this might sting." I gently peel off the bandages and toss them into the garbage.
I grab her hand and head to the shower. I turn on the water and let it warm up, then change the stream to waterfall.
"In we go," I tell her as I lift her into the shower with me. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
"Jesse, I don't want to move."
"Mhmm," I say, still pissed off. "Let me wash your tats. They look pretty good."
She sighs as I lower her down to the floor. I twirl my finger, motioning for her to turn around and she does.
"Oh wow, that doesn't even hurt," she tells me, then tips her head back, letting the water wet down her sexy long dark hair.
"Good. I should wash that shit off so it doesn't get in your hair."
"Okay."
I soap up my hands and gently wash her flawless skin. Her mom's going to shit a brick when she sees those tats this weekend. I'll tell her it was my idea so Lucy doesn't get the brunt of Regina's wrath, although truth be told Reggie's bark is much worse than her bite. I think she's a little sweet on me, too. Who wouldn't be? I mean, I'm a f*cking catch, right? I'm a sex god. I'm good looking. I'm a god damn rockstar. Women fall all over themselves to get to me, hell men too if I'm honest. So why would Lucy want to find her own place?
I growl low in my throat and Lucy turns to me. "You okay?"
"Yep. I'm good." Lie. I'm not good. Not at all. I confess my love to her, make love to her five times last night and again this morning and she wants to bail. Maybe…
"Jesse, knock it the hell off."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I evade as I wash her other tat. "Damn, this Blush tat turned out great. Even the guys are going to love it. It's sexy but tasteful, feminine but not too girlie. Harley's a f*cking genius."
"Will you help me look at it after we get you out of your bad case of pissy and we finish our shower?"
I can't help it. She's so f*cking beautiful and sweet that even when she tries to look fierce she's just so lovable it does that funky thing to my heart.
"I don't have a bad case of pissy. Really. I'm good."
She raises a brow and watches me skeptically as I wash her front. It's completely non-sexual because I can tell when I wash between her legs she's sore. It's not a flinch or a grimace but just a bit of a frown. I'm really f*cking proud of her though. Not many women can go six times in less than twelve hours, multiple orgasms each time. My girl is awesome.
"I need to shave my legs but I can't bend," she says with a pout.
"No problem, Cupcake," I tell her and pull on a tab sticking out of the side of the shower and a small bench comes out.
"Jesse. I think this is the best shower I've ever seen in my entire life."
Her enthusiasm and excitement make me laugh.
"Yeah?"
She nods, like a kid with a new toy. "What else can it do?"
"Let's wash your hair and shit and I'll show you."
I wash her hair, massaging her scalp a bit, then we rinse it. She does the conditioner thing, running her fingers through the long strands. I watch so I know how to do it if she gets sick or something and needs me--my heart seizes up in my chest. No. Lucy can't and won't ever get sick. Hell no. I can't stand the thought of it. What if--?