Chapter 24
Shared Shower Situation
Duke
This is happening.
I blink. And blink again, giving my dick a hard squeeze just to make sure this is real. My balls contract, the ache there making me groan.
Wheeler is naked in my shower.
She’s asking me to join her after getting off with the showerhead while thinking about me.
I get up, ignoring the way my knees burn from being on the floor as I shuck off my jeans and briefs and socks with hands that shake.
We lock eyes. Hers are wide and full of white-hot feeling.
An ache with sharp edges hollows out my torso as I devour her glistening body with my eyes. Her shoulders are proud, pushed back, which puts her tits on prominent display. They’re fuller now, the nipples slightly darker.
Her body’s already changing.
My dick screams. I make a sound I don’t recognize. The urge to protect her, fill her, care for her, is so fierce it nearly knocks me over.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty with my baby inside you.”
Her eyes go even wider, her breath catching in her throat.
It’s a totally inappropriate thing to say. Last we spoke on the subject, it was pretty clear that we’re most likely not going to go through with the pregnancy. I don’t wanna push her one way or the other. Push her into doing something she’s not ready for.
But fuck, maybe I’m ready.
“Duke—”
“I’m sorry, that was—”
“You make me feel pretty.” Her chest falls on an exhale. “I love the way you make me feel. So put your hands on me already.”
My pulse thunders. She’s not turned off by what I just said.
In fact, she’s quite clearly turned on by it.
What does that mean?
“Fuck, Blue. Just…fuck.” Taking the door in my hand, I close it behind me as I step in the shower. The water is hot enough to sting. I love it. “You know that’s my job, right? To make you feel pretty and make you feel safe?”
Wheeler moves back, her eyelashes fluttering as her gaze rakes down my chest and stomach, landing on my dick.
When she looks back up, I realize how much taller I am than she is.
I tower over her, the two of us barely fitting inside the shower, even though it doubled in size during our recent renovations.
“Such an overachiever, crushing both those things,” she whispers.
I notch my finger underneath her chin. Use my thumb to pull her bottom lip open, cursing at her softness. “Nerds unite.”
She smiles.
That’s it.
That’s fucking it.
I move my hand to the back of her head and bend my neck and slant my mouth over hers, the water coursing down the sides of our bodies. Her familiar taste and feel flood my senses, drawing a groan from the back of my throat.
Her hands find my neck, her thumbs caressing my jaw, and my arms break out in goose bumps as she licks inside my mouth.
“Oh, baby,” she breathes. “Thank God. I missed you. I missed you so much.”
Baby.
Wheeler just called me baby.
Also, she missed me.
My heart—I’m not sure it’s working anymore.
My dick, however, most certainly is. I step into her, pressing myself against her belly, and she bites the corner of my mouth before kissing the shit out of me.
Our kiss is hot and deep, the two of us drinking each other in like we’ve been in the desert for forty days and forty nights and we’ve just stumbled on an oasis of abundance.
I run a hand down her back, my fingertips trailing along the knobs of her spine. “I’ve missed you too.”
She’s got her hands on my chest, my shoulders, my stomach. Exploring. Memorizing.
Loving.
My balls are in agony.
I gently cup her breasts. “You still hurting here?”
“Uh-huh.” She kisses my neck. “But it also feels good when you touch them. Just be careful.”
I break the kiss to look down. I tenderly feather the pad of my thumb over one nipple, cupping the weight of her breast in my palm.
“Oh.” Wheeler’s hand lands heavily on my shoulder.
I go still. “Too much?”
She shakes her head, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes. “Good. Great. See? You’re so—yes, baby.”
I start thumbing the other nipple. “Say that again.”
“You’re so good at—”
“No. The other part.” I hold her eyes.
She bites her lip. “You like it when I call you baby.”
“Uh-huh.” I love when she smiles, recognizing that I’m repeating her breathless words. “I like it a lot.”
Keeping her eyes on mine, she reaches between us. Wraps her hand around my dick, thumbing my head just the way I like. Desire, urgent, cracks down my middle.
“I see that.”
“I’m not coming in your hand.” I reach for the showerhead. “I’m taking over, yeah? Lemme just give myself a quick scrub—”
“I’ll do it.” She grins. “You need it.”
The spiraling need between my legs becomes acute. “You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“All right, then. Soap. Hands. Now.”
Laughing softly, she does as I tell her, lathering up her hands with a good amount of soap.
I watch as she washes me. She starts with my chest and shoulders.
My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head when she washes my hair, applying just the right pressure to my scalp to make my cock feel like it’s going to fall off.
She’s taking care of me. Same as I’ve cared for her.
I jump when her hands move to my armpits and jump again when she fists my dick and gives it a hard, slippery tug.
“Anything changed?” I grunt.
“What do you mean?”
“I got condoms under the sink—”
“Nothing’s changed.” She gives me another tug and another. “What about you?”
Wrong that I’m fucking thrilled she hasn’t been with anyone since me? Granted, she’s pregnant, but we only just found out. Aspen was, what, four weeks ago? She could’ve easily gone out and hooked up with someone new.
She didn’t, though. I’d like to think I know what that means.
I drop my hands to her ass, giving her a gentle squeeze there. “Blue, you think I been able to so much as think about anyone else since I was with you?”
She’s biting her bottom lip again.
Shit, she’s biting back a smile, isn’t she? She likes that I haven’t stopped thinking about her.
I know—fuck yes, I know—she hasn’t stopped thinking about me either.
How do I convince you to let that feeling win, sweetheart?
Wheeler is turned on, but she’s also sore. Tender might be a better word. Much as I wanna fuck her senseless against the shower wall, I think that might be too much for her right now.
I put the showerhead back in its cradle. Giving my hair and body one last rinse, I sit on the little tiled bench Cash insisted we install in the shower.
“Mollie says it helps her shave her legs,” he’d explained at the time. “Might be good to have in case, you know, a woman lives here someday.”
I thought it was a waste of money, but now I’m mentally thanking my older brother up and down for insisting we put the bench in the shower. I wave Wheeler over with one hand and take my cock in the other.
“How do we do this?” she asks.
“I want to make this as easy as possible for you. I also wanna make you come again, and I think I’ll be able to do that pretty quick if you sit on my lap. Face the other way so that your back is to my front.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yep. You’re gonna sit on my dick, and I’m gonna play with that pretty little cunt while you ride me.”
“So rude.”
“Mind in the gutter. Turn around, Blue.”
Giving me one last, hot look, she does as I tell her. I lean forward to loop an arm around her waist.
“I’ll hold you up so you can take as much of me as you want. Don’t try to be a hero, okay?”
The unspoken words hang between us: Let’s not hurt you or the baby.
Wheeler nods. I dip my fingers between her legs. Her back arches when I glide them over her clit. She’s soft and swollen and slick.
Ready for me.
I use my knee to nudge her legs a little wider. Use my hand to angle my dick just right. Then I readjust my arm so that it’s looped tightly around her waist and start to guide her down.
“Sit, sweetheart. You’re gonna feel some pressure. Use your words if it’s too much.”
She nods, looking down. My tip meets with her entrance, and we moan together at that first bit of contact. She sinks a little deeper, then starts to shake.
I tighten my grip on her waist. “Too much.”
“You gotta trust me, baby.” She shakes her head and sinks lower. “I can take it.”
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“Then take it,” I grit out.
I can tell she’s in pain, her back and shoulders tensing. But she doesn’t stop. Her thighs flex as her cunt swallows me bit by bit.
Heaven.
Soft, excruciatingly tight heaven.
Her hands are on the arm I have around her waist. She digs her nails into my skin, but she doesn’t fucking stop.
Curling her pelvis outward so that her ass sticks out, she sits all the way down.
“Duke,” she whimpers, a strangled sound.
I love the feel of her. Even her back is soft, and I pull her against me, skin to skin.
I kiss the spot where her neck slopes into her shoulder and move up my hand a little to caress her breast.
“So brave,” I whisper against her neck. “Take all the time you need. Then I want you to fuck me.”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “I am fucking you.”
“Naw, sweetheart.” I thumb her nipple. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Lemme feel how hard you come.”
Her head falls back on my shoulder, her weight settling against my chest. Now that I have a free hand, I snake it over her hip and belly.
When I feel her pussy splayed around me, I just about lose my shit. She’s split wide open, totally at my mercy. It takes every ounce of strength not to impale her on a handful of hard, merciless thrusts in a bid to chase down the orgasm that presses in on me from all sides.
“We fit,” I choke out, rolling my index finger over her clit. “Perfect. Perfectly. You feel perfect, sweetheart.”
Reaching back, she digs her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I love how you feel. Full. Not an inch to spare.”
She rolls her hips. It’s a tiny movement, and she hisses at what I imagine is the fullness she’s talking about. But I keep playing with her clit and her tits, a different fullness filling me as her hips move a little faster. Her thrusts become a little deeper.