Chapter 35 Alex
Dinner failed miserably, but that doesn’t mean the night has to as well.
No, I wanted us to celebrate Carter being taken care of, but celebrated or not, it’s still the truth.
Carter will never be able to touch Kat again, and while I know she hated that we finished this ‘in-house,’ I’m glad we did. There is no room for doubt or error.
‘If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.’ It’s a saying for a reason, after all.
With Kat tucked in my arms, I jog to my room, throwing the door open before moving in and closing it behind us, flipping the lock into place.
It’s not something I do often, but for tonight it’s necessary.
This is just for Kat. She deserves a night just to relax.
Oh, note to self, I need to look into some spas and stuff like that. I’m sure they would love a mother-daughter day together.
I move through the room and right into my bathroom, where I’ve set up what I hope will be something to put her at ease.
The host at the restaurant was an ass, beyond out of line, and deserved his punishment, and more if I’m being honest. But despite our handling him and our attempts to soothe her, I could see the damage he did.
Over the last few months, it’s become painfully obvious that Kat believes she’s worth very little, if anything at all. We’d been working hard to fix that, helping her to see just how amazing she is in hopes she will see herself the way we do, but after tonight, I’m not sure that’s possible.
Some wounds are too deep; they leave a scar that will never heal, and we have to learn to live with them.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t try. I’ll never stop trying. I need her to know what she is to me, to us.
“Oh.” She sucks in a breath, and I hear the shock in that single word.
Good.
The room is dim, with candles burning on the sink and the edge of the tub. The water is the perfect temperature and will stay that way thanks to the fancy tub I installed a few years back. I’d only ever used it once or twice, but now I’m happy to have it.
I have a feeling it’s about to get a lot more use moving forward.
I stop in the middle of the bathroom near the tub, giving her a minute to soak it in, but when she opens her mouth next, she ends up quickly snapping it closed before wiggling from my hold and racing toward the toilet.
What the hell?
“Kat, are you okay?” I move to stand behind her, gathering up the stray hairs that escaped her ponytail to keep them safe.
She doesn’t end up puking, but she sure is green.
I rub what I hope are soothing circles on her back and give her a minute to catch her breath.
“Sorry,” she says, her voice small and embarrassed. “I think the stress of everything tonight and—” she waves a hand around, and I get what she’s saying even without the words. “It’s all been a lot lately.”
Of course, she's right.
These last six months have been a lot, but damn if they haven’t been some of the best of my life as well.
“Don’t be sorry, love.” With the threat of her puking seemingly gone, I once again pull her into my arms, simply holding her close for a moment.
I’m not sure how to explain it, but it feels like she needs this, or maybe I do.
“Do you feel okay to take a bath with me, Cherry?” I hook a finger under her chin and lift her head until our eyes meet.
I know she’s embarrassed about tonight, and I don’t blame her, but I need to get her mind off of that. I need her to remember how important she is to us, to me.
She bites down on her lower lip and gives me just the smallest hint of a nod, but it’s all I need.
I narrow my eyes at her as I pull her lip free and push to stand. With her still in my arms, I move to the counter and set her down, taking a step back to look at her.
Fuck that dress.
I’d picked that dress for her, not tonight, but when we stocked her closet; that had been something I put in her closet. I rarely remember exactly what I choose, but a few things stuck with me.
That slit in particular was why I chose it; I knew her legs would look great, and fuck me, had they ever.
If the douche canoe host hadn’t opened his stupid mouth, I might have brought her up to the office and fucked her.
I’d planned to steal her away for the night even before I saw what she was wearing, and while what we do has changed slightly, I’m more than happy to occupy her time in other ways so long as that dress is on the damn floor.
It had looked good online on the model, but Kat puts that girl to shame. I’d had a hard time looking anywhere else all night as I imagined peeling it off of her the way I’m about to.
I know the others are damn jealous; I wasn’t the only one with my eyes all over her. Those thin straps didn’t seem like they should be able to support those delicious tits, but they managed, somehow.
More than once, I’d let my mind wander, daydreaming about an empty restaurant where her strap gave out and I ate her instead of dinner.
Someday I’ll have to let us live out that fantasy, but for now I plan to unwrap her right here.
Those straps might have held all night, but I push them aside with ease, running my hands down her arms to her thighs before working my way back up her waist and wrapping around to her back.
Her eyes bore into me, but she doesn’t say a word as she sucks in a deep breath that lets me know just what my touch does to her.
I fucking love it.
The zipper pulls down easily, letting the dress pool around her waist and showing off her lacy black strapless bra, which makes my mouth water.
Unable to resist, I lean in, pressing a kiss to the swell of her breasts as I push the fabric down her ass, which she helpfully lifts, letting me unwrap her like a present to show me her matching underwear set.
Fuck me.
Her dress falls to the floor at our feet, and I move back to get a better look at her.
Unlike the rest of the home’s bathrooms, mine is dark. Black quartz counters, gray floor and walls, black cabinets and drawers, and even a black toilet.
It makes her shine like a beacon with her fair skin and bright hair, one that I’d gladly follow anywhere.
The only thing left to do now is handle my own clothes.
Her breathing comes in shallow little pants, her eyes are wide, and her cheeks flushed as she watches me unbutton my shirt. I take my time, enjoying the way she watches me. For a girl so prone to blushing and shy, she sure doesn’t hide the clear lust she feels for us.
Her reactions are so fucking delicious that just watching her watch me is enough to make my already hard cock ache.
“Put your bedroom eyes away, Cherry. This is a bathroom.”
“Like you’ve never fucked me in a bathroom,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Not this bathroom.” I raise a brow at her and cock my head, daring her to argue. She can’t, and she knows it, but I enjoy it when she’s feisty.
Gives me a reason to spank her ass.
No, wait, this is not what tonight is about.
Her eyes blaze, and I get the feeling she knows exactly what she’s working toward.
Minx.
“Behave. Tonight is about relaxing, not me fucking you.” I unbutton my dress pants and push them down, taking my boxers with them. My cock stands proud at attention when I stand again, and Kat isn’t shy about the way she watches me.
“Why can’t it be both?” Her voice has taken on a sultry whine that makes my cock twitch, and her lips twitch in a smile.
There’s only one way to handle a brat.
I close the distance between us in just one long stride, standing between her legs, so close that our noses damn near touch.
“If I were going to touch you, it wouldn’t be about fucking tonight, Kat.
You don’t need sex, you need love, and I intend to pour into your cup until it overflows, and that sadness I see in your eyes is so far gone you can’t even remember what it was like or why you were sad in the first place.
” Her mouth pops open, but she doesn’t utter a single word.
“And once it’s gone, I can fuck you until you can’t walk right.”
With that, I wrap a hand around her waist, and her legs automatically wrap around my hips, almost as if without thought.
Fuck, everything about her is perfect for me.
I lift her off the counter, letting my fingers dig into her plump ass with a groan.
I love her ass.
Walking toward the tub takes so much focus, with her ass in my hand and her wet pussy pressed to my throbbing cock.
I manage, even as every fiber of my body begs me to turn around and fuck her on that counter.
Later.
I’ll fuck her all over this room and mine another time.
I sink into the tub quickly. The water is still warm enough to make Kat hiss at the sudden heat, but she doesn’t complain. Not that I thought she would. I’ve showered with her a time or two; I’m well aware of just how hot she likes her showers.
Thankfully for me, it’s a little easier to handle when in a tub, almost like it’s a hot tub.
The tub is deep and long but still only so wide, which is perfect because that means she pretty much has to stay on my lap.
It takes a second, but after she adjusts, she begins to move.
I expect her to turn away from me, leaving us chest to back, but instead she turns toward me, and why hadn’t I considered this?
The extra room on my left and right is enough for her to fit both of her legs comfortably as she straddles my lap, letting her rest against my chest with a sigh that leaves her feeling boneless against me.
This is even more perfect than I’d hoped. Feeling her like this, with me. Knowing I’m the reason for her content little sigh.
Yeah, baths are something I’m going to have to make sure we do more often. Maybe I’ll even give her a few on her own and pamper her, if I can manage to stay on the outside, that is.
“Thank you.”
Her words are quiet and sluggish, and when I rub a hand down her spine, I feel her relax against me even more, until the point where I worry she might have passed out already.
It’s fine if she does. I’m sure she needs the rest, but I’d hoped she would enjoy the bath for a little while.