Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
“Let’s get you out of that wet jersey.” He lowers my bare feet onto to the tile floor in the en-suite bathroom, but I drop my things against the wall and shake my head.
“No, please, just, let me do it. I need to use the restroom and doing that in front of you today is going to tip me over the edge. So, please, just let me do my thing for a bit. Alone.”
He considers that for a second in the bright light of the bathroom, jaw clenched, eyes roaming up and down my half-dressed body. Finally, there’s a hint of a nod. He steps to the bathtub, turns on the water, then heads to a closet and pulls out a few bottles, squirts one into the warm water and tugs the plug into place.
“My baby deserves bubbles.” He reaches down and takes a hard handful of my ass, brushing his lips on my cheek, on the shell of my ear. “I’ll be back. If I wasn’t running for team captain, I’d fuck off on this post game stuff and take a real run at that pussy of yours. Clean you all up with my mouth, but for now, you take a bath. Keep your phone next to you. If I call or text, you answer, okay? I’ll be downstairs in the office for a few hours.”
I’m riveted by his words; logically thinking, I should be offended, but emotionally, I’m feeling safe and important and nurtured.
“Got it,” I whisper, suddenly so tired, if I wasn’t in dire need of the bath I’d collapse here on the floor and into slumber; no pillow or bed required.
“Good girl. You’re going to learn how your brother takes care of you. Sometimes I’ll be your brother, sometimes I’ll be your daddy, but you’ll always be my girl.”
CHAPTER 8
James
“The bubbles on your chin make me happier than when I made the winning goal in last year’s playoffs.” I lean against the doorjamb of the bathroom, she’s sunk down into the bathtub, her cute little toes clinging to the edge at the other end while the soft popping sound of the bubbles mimics the electricity in the air.
“I’m glad I can amuse you,” she says, her hands swirling in the water below, making the mountains of white floating on top of the water sway and bob.
“You do a lot more than amuse me, lil’ bit.”
Her smile is soft but distracted.
“What’s wrong?”
The droop in her eyes and the heaviness in the corners of her lips tightens the muscles down my back as I step forward, tugging the wooden chair next to the wall with me with a disturbing scraping sound on the tile. I set it right by the edge of the tub near her shoulders. Turning it around, I take a seat with my legs spread and the ladder back against my chest.
She shrugs, the water softly splashing with her movements, the hint of floral scent and humidity from the hot water rising from the tub.
“Tell me. A good Daddy wants to know everything.”
A fiery fist explodes from the water, the index finger jabbing toward me. “That, right there.”
“What, baby?”
“All the big brother and daddy and baby… I mean, alright, in the heat of the moment, it’s hot and I’m like a naïve moth fluttering right into the flame. But then, when I’m alone, and thinking…this has to be a joke, right? Are you just amusing yourself with your level ten big dick energy on the new fish in the family?”
I feel a jab in my heart. Even though I can understand why she thinks that way, it still hurts that she sees me as a player. That she couldn’t realize how crazy I am for her. I’ll fix it, though.
“No. You do amuse me, but not like you’re thinking. You make me smile, I feel… I guess it’s joy when you’re with me.” I lick my lips as I look down at her body peeking under the bubbles. “I want to fuck you, and play with that pussy, sure, talk dirty and give you orgasms until your consciousness cracks. But no, it’s not a game. The second I saw you, I felt this zap inside me. I want to protect and play with you like a brother. I want to take care of you and keep you safe like a daddy. And damn. I want to fuck you like a possessed asshole, like you’re my own private whore.” My voice sounds husky even to my ears, but I need to ensure she understands me. “I just… I want to make you feel so fucking good, baby. You look like you could use all of that, and I want to be the one to give it to you. In one big dick energy package.”
I grin, running my finger down her nose, then scooping up some bubbles and dotting them on the end.