First and Baby

24. Be Careful Which Lube You Choose

24

Be Careful Which Lube You Choose

The best part about working in the ER isn’t saving lives. It’s the unlimited access to the blanket warmer.

-Unknown

Natalie

“Dance party!”

I spun Ellie around as music blared from Dylan’s expensive speakers. Penelope was still upstairs with my aunt, so I didn’t have to worry about her delicate ears or stepping on her as Ellie and I danced and spun. Ellie giggled, her little hands gripping onto my shirt as we dipped and ballerina twirled to the beat. It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t pretty, but it was fun and it felt good to move my body.

“Shake it, baby!” Dylan wolf-whistled. I turned to see him standing at the door, a grin on his face as he watched the baby and I get our groove thang on.

I stuck my tongue out at him but kept shaking my money maker. I wasn’t about to stop. It was a good song.

When the song ended, I hit the volume to the speakers and brought Ellie over to him. She gurgled and cooed, snuggling into his chest like she’d missed him all day.

“Nice moves,” Dylan said, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek. He smelled like sweat and dead grass, making me wrinkle my nose when he got close.

“You stink,” I informed him. I was surprised that Ellie didn’t object to snuggling up next to him, but she was already giving him happy sleepy eyes. A bottle and she would be out, which made me hopeful for a wonderful evening. I didn’t have to leave for work until eleven since I was only taking an eight-hour shift tonight, so I could stay with Dylan and Ellie until they went to bed. As much as I would have rather stayed and watched my two favorite people sleep, I needed to get my student loans taken care of.

“Want to shower with me?” He grinned, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You could wash my back. I can wash yours.”

“My, what a gentleman,” I replied, fluttering my hand like a fan and affecting a terrible Southern belle accent.

He laughed, heading to the kitchen to make Ellie her bottle. With a push of the button and a whir of the machine, he had a bottle in his daughter’s mouth. She sighed dramatically as she chugged on the formula.

“Starving my kid, huh?” he teased, raising an eyebrow at me and winking.

“Yup. It’s the only way to keep her from growing up and attending college and leaving us with nothing to do except debate Supernatural ,” I replied, leaning against the back of the couch and smiling at him. He was such a big man and Ellie was so tiny in his arms that it was hard to believe she was his. It wasn’t hard to believe that he loved her, though. He cradled her carefully to him, watching her every move and making sure that she was safe and well cared for.

He smiled down at his daughter. “I swear she’s grown just in the past week. She’ll be taller than me in no time.”

I scoffed. The man was well over six feet. She wasn’t even two feet at this point.

“I bet she’ll be smart,” I said, coming to join him in the kitchen. “She looks like a reader to me.”

“And math. She’s going to be good at math, I can feel it,” he agreed.

Ellie didn’t pay any attention to either one of us. She was focused entirely on getting the contents of her bottle in her belly before she fell asleep. Her eyes were getting heavy, but she was determined. She sucked down the last of the bottle and let out a little burp.

“Such a lady,” I commented, making Dylan chuckle. He carefully put her on his shoulder and expertly burped her as if he had done it her entire life. She was out like a light in his arms in no time. He winced slightly as he maneuvered her back into the traditional baby hold.

“You okay?” I asked, watching his movements for more signs of discomfort.

He sighed. “I got hit pretty good at practice today. My shoulder is feeling it. Nothing a little hot water and Icy Hot won’t fix.”

“I can help with both those things,” I replied.

“I would like that very much.” He grinned at me. “Will you turn on the water while I put her down?”

I hurried to the shower and started the water, letting the steam fill the room. I could hear Dylan softly whispering dreams of wishes to his daughter in the other room before he joined me in the bathroom. I rose to my tiptoes and kissed him, he wrapped his arm around me, but I saw him wince with the motion.

“Into the shower with you,” I commanded, dropping back to my heels and pushing away from him. “Now.”

“I’m fine,” he said, wincing as he shrugged.

“Sure. And you can prove that to me after your shower. Get in the hot water. Did you take some meds yet?” I crossed my arms.

“Yes, Doctor.” He rolled his eyes, but he didn’t protest more as he got into the shower. His movement was slow and careful.

I absolutely snuck a peek of him. Good Lord, the man was gorgeous. He was pure muscle and masculine power. I could see he had worked hard today. He had bruises forming on various parts of his body, turning his beautiful skin into shades of purple. I frowned, knowing that while this was part of being in the NFL, I didn’t have to like it. Bruises, scrapes, and injuries were standard for practice. How could you expect to play at the top level if you didn’t practice at the top level?

I still hated seeing purple bruises appearing on his shoulders and hip.

“I’m guessing you’re not going to join me,” he said, peeking his head out of the shower to pout.

“No, because I am being your nurse instead,” I replied. I raided the medicine cabinets, searching until I found the tube of menthol muscle cream. I knew the tingle of this stuff well. It would help relax his muscles and increase blood flow to help him feel better and heal the aches and bruises quicker.

“You know, they pay people a lot of money to take care of me,” he replied. I turned in time to see him step under the water and rinse the soap out of his hair. Bubbles danced down his skin, gliding along every line of muscle. I momentarily forgot how to speak as I looked at his soapy body.

He chuckled and made sure to turn so that I had an even better view.

I took the opportunity to stare as he made sure to rub soap across every glorious inch of him.

“Yeah, but they aren’t going to take care of you like I will,” I finally managed to get my mouth to spit out the words.

“Is that so? I like it when you take care of me.” He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He put the towel on his head first, drying his hair before draping the towel around his shoulders. I noticed because it left every inch of his body very visible. And aroused.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by watching him touch himself.

“To the bed with you,” I commanded.

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

He turned and sauntered to the bed, giving me a very, very nice view of his ass.

He flopped onto the bed, groaning as he hit the mattress. I followed behind, carrying the tube of menthol muscle creme and figuring out where I wanted to start his massage.

“What hurts the most?” I asked, stopping at the bed and admiring the view of his bare backside.

“I have something you can rub,” he mumbled, his face in the pillow. I smacked his butt. “Okay, you can do that last. My shoulder and hip need attention first. I took a rough hit at the end of practice.”

I evaluated his naked body and decided that I did not need pants. To give the best massage possible, I took them off. And my shirt, because I didn’t want to get it dirty. My bra and lacy panties stayed on because I was a professional, but skin-to-skin contact was a known healing technique that I wasn’t about to waste.

It just wasn’t one that I was going to use in the ER anytime soon.

I got up on the bed, straddled his waist, and squeezed some of the menthol cream medicine onto my hands. The minty scent filled the room and made my fingers tingle. I put the cap back on the tube and set it on the nightstand.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a massage quite like this,” he said, his face still in the pillow. He reached his hand back and caressed my bare calf. “Not that I mind.”

“Shh.” I put my hands on his shoulders and began working the medicine into his skin. His shoulders were boulders of tension. I worked on the muscles with my fingers, careful to avoid the forming bruises as best I could but making sure they got medicine put on them.

He groaned with pleasure, and I would have stripped out of my pants and climbed him like a tree if I wasn’t already on top of him. “Don’t stop,” he moaned as I worked one of the knots in his shoulder.

“That’s what she said,” I whispered, making him laugh. Still, he groaned again as I hit the right spot right by his shoulder blade and dug in with my knuckles, working out his tension with my hands.

I loved having my hands all over him. The minty scent and tingle of the medicine barely bothered me as I let myself find his sore spots and made him groan with pleasure as I worked out his kinks. I loved touching him. I loved that I could make him feel this good and I wasn’t even naked yet.

His shoulders slowly relaxed under my hands as I worked his muscular back. Slowly, he turned from marble back into human flesh. I worked the menthol cream into his entire back, shoulders to butt, working every muscle. He was so strong that I could find every muscle in his back like he was in an anatomy textbook. I traced the long muscles of his back all the way down to his very fine ass. There was barely an ounce of fat on him, everything about him was lean and strong.

I licked my lips and kissed the top of his shoulders, the menthol medicine making my lips tingle.

And that’s when he rolled over.

“And now for the happy ending,” he purred, looking up at me with dark eyes. I could feel his excitement between my thighs, pushing and straining upward. He reached up, cupping my breast through my bra. My heart sped up and the ache between my legs grew insistent. Heat coursed up and down my spine, promising the pleasure I knew he could deliver.

I leaned forward and kissed him, his hips rocking to find release against my thin panties. I wanted him. I ached to feel him fill me like I knew he would. I wanted to feel him come undone inside of me. I wanted to come undone around him.

He slid one finger under my panties, watching me with knowing eyes as he found the spot that made me gasp. He smiled then, slow and cocky as he began to work his magic. My head fell back, rocking my hips against him. His thick length pressed against my entrance, straining against the thin fabric, his finger flicking a beat that matched my heart rate.

“I need you,” I gasped, feeling my body start to tremble. It had never been this easy before. He could barely touch me and I was ready to climax. He tightened one hand around my hip, the other still flicking my clit to drive me crazy.

I saw the tube of lube that he’d accidentally bought sitting on the nightstand. “Do you think we could use some of that lube that you bought with the rest of the baby supplies?” I asked, batting my eyelashes a little bit. “Might as well get some use out of it.”

He reached for the nightstand and the bottle of lube, that cocky smile the only thing I could focus on. The lube would make everything easier. I wanted to have him inside me when I came. I clung to the thought, that it would feel so much better with him deep within me that I just kept climbing up the mountain of pleasure.

He poured the lube onto his fingers, ready to make me even slicker for him to slide into. He was so big and hard, and I appreciated the little bit of extra help to make him fit easier.

“Please,” I whimpered, rocking my hips and pulling my panties to the side to give him easier access. He reached down and froze millimeters away from my skin.

“Stop,” he whispered. “Don’t. Move.”

I didn’t listen. I rocked my hips and he pulled his hands away hard.

I looked down and saw his horrified expression.

And the bottle in his hands.

The bottle that wasn’t lube.

No. It was the menthol muscle cream.

“I think we need to shower, now,” he said, swallowing hard. “This stuff is not good on sensitive areas.”

I could already feel an unwanted kind of tingle in my groin. I’d been rubbing my inner thighs against him while giving the massage. The minty tingle was creeping closer to the apex of my thighs and I did not think it would end in a world-ending orgasm.

We both bolted for the shower, the scent of menthol trailing after us like bad perfume.

He slammed on the water. He shifted from foot to foot.

“You okay?” I asked, stripping from my clothes.

“Let’s just say I’m really glad I didn’t get more on me. This is not the sexy massage ending I had in mind.” He tested the water and jumped under the spray, reaching for soap. I followed right behind him.

The warm water washed over both our bodies, but it did not give relief from the tingly sensation growing on my skin. He handed me the bottle of body wash and I poured a huge amount onto my hands and started lathering.

“Well, at least I’ll smell like you,” I teased, soaping up my legs. The tingles started to slow.

He put his hands on my breasts, soaping my skin with suds. My skin grew slippery under his fingers which he seemed to enjoy. “Oh yes you will.”He kissed me, pinning me against the tile wall. “You’re not getting out of this that easy.”

“ I wasn’t the one who grabbed the wrong bottle,” I protested. Our bodies were slick with soap now, sliding against one another in the steam of the shower. I loved the way his muscles felt like this, pressing against me, yet sliding past.

He silenced me with a kiss, sliding his hands up and down my soapy hips. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and reached for his cock with the other. Soap made him slippery, but he groaned as my fingers slid up and down his shaft. My fingers slid up and down, gliding on the soapy water and feeling him swell in my grip.

I loved the sound he made. A low sound of raw desire, a sound of pure pleasure, and a sound that I had caused.

His fingers trailed down my stomach and then slipped between my thighs, still slick with soap. “Let’s clean you off,” he whispered.

He stepped away from me just enough to grab the handheld shower head. The main shower head stayed on, keeping the room steamy and hot. He flicked a dial and the handheld came to life, spilling hot water onto my body. He moved the dial again, turning the sprayer from a gentle rainfall into a single jet of water. And then he pointed that stream of water right at my clit.

White hot pleasure seared through me at the pulse of hot water pressing into my clit. The steady pressure of the hot water ratcheted my climax, pushing me over the threshold of pleasure in seconds. The world stopped and it was only his hand on my hip that kept me standing as my body spasmed against the shower head.

“That’s it,” he purred, keeping the water directly on my clit. He had that cocky smile again, the one that said he was enjoying this almost as much as I was, as he watched my body rock with pleasure. “I love watching you.”

“...need you,” I whispered, not wanting the pleasure to end, yet wanting him inside me more. I couldn’t form complete sentences anymore. The very essence of my being ached to have him inside of me, to feel him give this pleasure to both of us.

His body covered mine, the handheld sprayer left to dangle to the side as moved to fill its place. I ran my fingers down his thick length, looking up at him as I moved him to the right spot. I gasped as he filled me, pushing himself to the hilt until I couldn’t fit any more of him inside of me. I loved the low breath of pleasure that came from him, the small involuntary shake of his body as he found his way into me.

His hips rocked. I was still coming down off my orgasm, so every inch of him sliding in and out was an exquisite torture threatening to push me over into oblivion yet again.

“Natalie...” he gasped, his arm braced against the shower wall. Water beaded on his skin, running in rivulets down his arm muscles and joining with the water on my own skin. I nodded, wanting him to find his release in me.

His body shook with effort, his hips rocking, his breathing hard. I braced against the wall, loving the way he filled me and made me want to explode right along with him. I could feel it when he lost himself to me. The feeling of him finding so much pleasure that he couldn’t contain himself any longer filled me with a feeling of power. I loved that I could do this for him. I loved that I could make this big strong man shiver and groan. I loved that he wanted me more than anything on the planet.

I loved that he was mine.

Panting, he smiled and wiped the water off my cheek.

“The water bill is going to be outrageous if you keep this up,” he teased, kissing my cheek. “If you had wanted a shower that badly, you could have just asked.”

I slapped his chest. “ You’re the one that grabbed the wrong bottle!”

“You’re the one that put the two bottles in the same place!” He laughed and shook his head. “I’m just glad it wasn’t worse.”

“Yeah. Just because I have work tonight does not mean I want you to be my patient,” I replied.

“But then we could live out one of those Gray’s Anatomy or ER TV show episodes. I’ll put on a lab coat and pretend to be a doctor and you can meet me in the supply closet for our secret romantic tryst.” He grinned at me like he could already see the episode airing in his head.

“No. Please no.” I gagged a little. “Not unless you want to live out the fantasy where I come to the locker room and...”

“Nope,” he cut me off. “We can skip that fantasy. You do not want to be in that locker room.”

We both laughed.

“How’s your shoulder?” I asked as we got out of the shower.

“Would it be terrible if I asked you to put some more medicine on it?” he sheepishly asked.

I double-checked to make sure I had the right bottle this time.