Chapter 26 #2
Oh, ice queen. You naughty, sexy woman. Lifting the smooth silicone device, I run my hand over it. It’s not very big, a few inches at most, and shaped like a bullet. My head swivels toward the bathroom and the enticing sound of Wynter naked in the bath.
With a wicked grin on my lips, I walk toward the bathroom and slide the door open. “My queen?”
She doesn’t reply, but that’s because she can’t hear me.
She’s in the bath, head back on the rim of the tub, eyes closed, with her AirPods in her ears.
The room is dark, with the lights dimmed and candles flickering.
The air is thick with humidity and the scent of the bath bombs I had Freddy buy her. It’s a sensual, romantic wonderland.
I don’t want to startle her, so I march with heavy steps, hoping the vibrations will alert her to my presence. Especially if she has the noise canceling on.
“Wynter?” I call, louder this time.
Her head snaps up, her eyes bolt open, and she emits a tiny, startled scream. One of her AirPods goes flying out of her ear, and by the grace of all that is holy, she manages to catch it before it plummets into the water. She pulls the other one out and sets them down on the shelf beside the tub.
“The hell, Asher?!”
“Sorry. I couldn’t find you.”
“I told you I was going to take a bath.”
I kneel down next to the tub, dropping my forearm on the edge of the white porcelain and then my chin on my arm. “No, you didn’t.”
She rolls her eyes, not pleased at all. “Um. Yes, I did. You were checking your phone, and I told you I was going to take a bath. I asked if you heard me, and you said yes.”
I give her a sheepish smile. “I have zero recollection of that.”
“Shocker of all shockers. Now out. I’m relaxing.”
“That’s not nearly as fun as naked swimming.” I stare down at her perky breasts and firm nipples peeking, up through the thin layer of bubbles floating on top of the water.
“We already did that. Remember?” She flicks my ear, making me jolt, and my gaze snaps back up to hers. A full-blown smile erupts across my face. I like that she just caught me staring. Especially considering it made her nipples harden. “Out. You’re interrupting the sanctity of alone bath time.”
Instead of doing what she asks, I pull off my T-shirt and then strip out of my track shorts and boxer briefs.
“What are you doing? I didn’t invite you in here with me.”
The way her green eyes grow dark and hungry isn’t exactly selling that.
“I had wanted to swim naked with you under the stars, but when I came into your room to find you, I found something in your nightstand drawer instead,” I tell her, bypassing her half-assed rejection completely.
I step into the opposite side of the tub and then sink down into the warm, girly-scented water and fluffy bubbles.
Our eyes fight a silent war, and then she harrumphs in feigned defeat.
She’s the worst at playing hard to get, but I love the game and the chase, and she knows it.
Shifting to make room for me, my large frame quickly crowds her, but to make up for it, I grab one foot and then the other and place them over my legs, taking turns using my good hand to rub them.
Her head falls back, and her eyes close. She loves the hell out of this.
“What did you find?” she murmurs distantly.
“Do you not know?” I click the button on the end of the toy that’s enclosed in my other fist, and it starts to vibrate in the water.
Her eyes spark open. “Oh.” She laughs. “I forgot about him.”
“He’s not very impressive.”
She quirks a taunting eyebrow. “He more than gets the job done.”
“Let’s see how well.”
I give her foot a firm tug, pulling her toward me until her ass slides through the water and over my shins and knees. Water sloshes everywhere as she straddles me, her tits practically in my face, her skin wet and warm and flushed. So fucking delicious.
“I think I can do better,” I tell her, leaning back against the tub and getting comfortable.
“I doubt that. Hemi is a magic bullet. It’s his official title.”
“Hemi?” I choke out, my eyebrows at my hairline.
She smiles victoriously. “Like Chris Hemsworth and the truck engine all in one.”
“This tiny thing is a total insult to Thor.” And frankly, I always think of Lenox as Thor. Large, muscular, blonde, saves the world like a goddamn superhero… it’s who he is.
She shrugs indifferently. “Not to me, it isn’t. He’s fantasy material.”
I frown disparagingly. “I look nothing like him.”
“A tragedy I cry myself to sleep over every night.”
I bark out a laugh. Christ, this woman and her fucking mouth. I bring the vibrator up to her nipple and press it in, pinching the other with my good hand. A punishment the little minx loves far too much.
“What other secret toys do you have in your arsenal?” I ask as I swirl the toy around her nipple in a circle.
She hums in pleasure, her hips grinding on my thighs ever so slightly, almost as if she’s not even aware she’s doing it. “He’s the only one.”
“No Avengers set of pleasure dicks? We’ll have to change that. And of course, name them all Asher. But for now…”
I let that hang in the air between us as I glide the pink bullet down the underside of her breast, down the sloped dip of her stomach, and into the water. Her eyes spark with fire, and her full lips part to accommodate her heavy breaths as the toy reaches the top of her mound.
“You’re so beautiful, my queen.” My other hand runs along her tits, up her throat, across her jaw, and into her wet hair that’s knotted on top of her head.
I grip it by the roots and then drag her forehead to mine.
“One day, when I’ve finally managed to convince you that you can’t live without me, I’m going to marry you. ”
She starts to roll her eyes, but they end up rolling in the back of her head when I press the vibrator on her clit. “Not a chance.”
“Oh, sweetheart, that’s where you’re wrong. You may not be there yet, but I already know you’re the one for me. When you’re ready, I’m going to tell you just how in love with you I am.”
Her eyes shoot open, her face a delightfully twisted display of intense pleasure and shocked consternation. I smile, no longer caring if she’s the tortoise and I’m the hare. Today our son called me dada, and I’m done taking it slow.
“I love you,” I tell her, pulling the toy back so she hears me.
“I know it’s ridiculously too soon. I know you’re not even halfway there with me.
I know I’m the last guy you want. But I’m telling you, I love you.
And it’s not because of Mason. I love you more because of him.
I looked into your eyes that night in the club, and there was something about you that immediately stole a piece of me, and since you came back into my life, that’s all you seem to do. ”
She blinks at me, her eyes rounding as a different sort of blush takes over her features. “You really love me?” Her voice is a shaky whisper.
“I really love you.”
She lets that sit, her mind working overtime to try and absorb that. Or maybe argue it, but she’s staring into my eyes, and she can see that I meant every word as I hold nothing of myself back.
“Poor bastard,” she finally murmurs, a quirked half-smile pulling up the edge of her lips. Her hand comes up, running along my smooth jaw and through my hair, where she cups the back of my head, holding me tighter against her. Our mouths layer as her nose runs back and forth against mine.
I lick the seam of her lips and then nip at her jaw. “Maybe. But remember this, my ice queen, I play to win, and I never lose. You’re mine now.”
“Is that so?” She gasps when I press the toy directly back on her swollen clit.
“Sweetheart, you’re about to learn all the dirty ways I play this game.”