Chapter Fifty-Two
Sloane
I waited in my room until I heard the camera’s alert that someone was in the drive, then double-checked it was her before going out into the garage where she was taking a sleeping Millie out of the car seat.
She was incredible. She made everything she did look so effortless. With a diaper bag slung over one shoulder, she carefully transitioned our daughter to the other, and shut the car door with her hip.
“Do you need any help?” I asked from the doorway leading to the main house.
She uttered a little squeak that made Millie wake up and let out a soft whimper before turning her head and falling back to sleep.
“You scared me,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see if you needed any help before I asked a favor.”
“What’s the favor?” she said as she walked toward the stairs in the garage that led up to her apartment.
“I was hoping you’d sit in the hydrotherapy tub with me.”
“Why didn’t you ask Ryan or Craig?”
“They wanted to get home. I didn’t want to ask them to babysit me. But I thought you might be up to getting in and relaxing with me.”
She didn’t say anything until she reached the top of the stairs, then she looked down at me as she pushed her door open.
“Maybe we should wait until morning, when everyone’s awake.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to fall asleep. I’m pretty sore.”
“Did you take any ibuprofen?”
“Yeah. But I think a good soak in warm water would help a lot.”
She stared at me for what felt like ten minutes but was probably only a few seconds until she said, “Fine. But you will keep your hands and your lips to yourself.”
“Understood.”
But I may have had my fingers crossed when I agreed to her conditions.
****
Ashley
I chastised myself the entire time I changed into my swimsuit. I had absolutely no business sitting in a tub full of warm water with that man alone at ten o’clock at night under a full moon.
I was just asking for trouble.
Yet not once did I consider changing my mind.
And the butterflies I’d been praying for with Jeff were taking flight in my stomach now.
“Your daddy is going to be my undoing,” I whispered to Millie before kissing her softly, turning on her monitor, and quietly closing the door.
With my towel wrapped around me, I crept down the stairs and plucked the baby monitor off the kitchen counter before heading outside to where the hydrotherapy tub was.
Sloane waved from his bedroom, then shut the lights off and came out his slider using his walker. He’d removed his prosthetic and was wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks.
In the moonlight I could see the twisted flesh along his left side, while his right side looked like it always had. The contrast was a reminder of the hell he’d endured.
But his chest was still broad and the dragon tribal tattoo along his right shoulder and arm seemed to trace his muscles. His rippled abs I’d once drooled over seemed to have developed deeper ridges and his Adonis belt was more pronounced than ever. I remembered licking those V-lines, followed by other things, and my nipples stood at full attention at the memory.
Looking at him now, even with his injuries, there was no denying he was a sexy man who pushed every hormonal button in my body.
Remember when I got that box of unopened letters? I tried reminding myself. How devastated I was? And how he never responded when I wrote him about Millie?
Although, if I were honest with myself, I’d already forgiven him about Millie. I couldn’t harbor that ill will if we were going to raise our daughter together.
The other stuff, though. I needed to cling to that with all my might or I was headed straight for heartbreak all over again. And I didn’t have the time nor the energy to deal with that.
I slid the cover off the tub and turned the lights and jets on, then positioned myself to help him up the stairs leading to the warm water.
He improvised, using the edge of the tub and the railing and hopped up without any assistance. With a grin, he sat on the edge, spun his legs around, and slipped into the water.
As he disappeared under the bubbles, I noticed the Marine eagle, globe, and anchor tattoo on his left arm had not fared well with his injuries. Perhaps that was fitting.
“You getting in?” he called from one of the seats.
Even as I climbed the steps, I knew this was a bad idea. Sloane Davidson was my kryptonite.
Why couldn’t Jeff have been more demanding? Made me feel guilty? He’d gotten me this job; didn’t I owe him something?
Instead, he’d kissed my cheek after walking me to my car and said, “I think you and Sloane have some things to work out.”
“No, we don’t,” I’d insisted. “Once he’s able to live independently, we’ll work out a custody arrangement with Millie, but he and I are ancient history.”
“Maybe you want to believe that,” he’d said with a sad smile. “But I saw how he looked at you tonight. And how you looked at him.”
“There’s nothing going on. We’re over.”
“Ash, if I discovered I had a daughter with you, I’d move heaven and earth to get you back. I have no doubt Sloane’s going to do the same.”
“I don’t want to be with him just because we have a baby together. He didn’t want me before, why should Millie change that?”
“If it were just Millie, it shouldn’t. But it’s obvious it’s more than that. I’ve dealt with a lot of injured vets, and I can probably count on one hand the ones who didn’t have some major psychological trauma they had to deal with along with their physical wounds. I read his file. It sounds like he’s made marked improvements in both areas.”
“He still broke my heart,” I said softly.
“So, promise me you’ll make him work to get you back.”
“Why do you have to be such a good guy?”
He gave me a wink when he opened the driver’s door for me.
“I’m not as good as you think…”
As I slipped into the warm water with the half-naked Marine, I realized I wasn’t as good as people thought either. Maybe Tam was on to something with her friends with benefits arrangement.
****
Sloane
My cock was hard the second she pulled off the towel that she’d wrapped around her.
Her boobs were bigger than I remembered, but it wasn’t like I was complaining about that. And her curves were softer. My fingers itched to touch her, but I’d given her my word I’d behave. And yeah, I’d crossed my fingers when I had, but I wasn’t seven. I was a Marine, and my word meant something.
But just because I said I’d keep my hands and lips to myself, didn’t mean I wasn’t going to still try to seduce her some other way.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” I murmured as she sank into the water.
Her response surprised me.
“You’re just as sexy as I remembered.”
I snorted. “Yeah, I’m Mr. GQ.”
Her face was serious when she replied. “You are. Your battle wounds mean you’re a warrior. And that’s sexy. Give me a warrior any day of the week.”
I pushed off the seat and glided to where she was sitting.
“Over a doctor?”
“Over anyone.”
“If I didn’t know any better, Ms. Youngman, I’d say you were flirting with me. But I know that can’t be right since you made me promise to keep my hands and lips to myself.”
“I didn’t say anything about me keeping my lips and hands to myself.”
Fuck me.
“So, what are you saying?”
Ashley moved so she was straddling my lap. My hard cock lined up perfectly with her swimsuit-clad entrance as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’m saying that maybe we could help each other out with certain needs. No strings. Just a mutual understanding for tonight only.”
Tonight only ?
Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly.
But it was a start.
My hands cupped her ass when I asked, “What did you have in mind?”
She ground her pussy against my hard-on and pressed her luscious tits against my chest before breathing into my ear. “Sex. The dirtier the better.”
My cock jumped, and I pulled her tight against me, so the tip of my dick penetrated her regardless of the cloth barrier between us.
“I seem to recall we had a lot of dirty sex before.”
“But this time it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex.”
“Whatever you say, sweetness.”
I reached up and pulled the straps of her suit down, freeing her heavy tits. Gently cupping them with both hands, I asked, “Is this okay?”
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed.
My fingers wove through her hair, and I pulled her mouth toward mine, anxious to kiss her again after the kiss we shared earlier, but she turned her head.
“No kissing.”
“ What do you mean, no kissing ?”
“No kissing. It’s too intimate.”
“But having sex isn’t?”
“It’s not the same.”
That wasn’t going to work, but I’d play along. Just like I was about this being tonight only, and I had zero intention of adhering to that.
My best move would be to rock her world so she’d want a repeat performance.
I moved my lips up her neck and nipped the spot below her ear that drove her crazy.
“Well, can I kiss your pussy? Because I need to taste your honey on my tongue, dulzura. It’s been too long. ”
Her body went taut when I murmured, “It’s been too long,” and I instantly wanted to kick myself. I knew exactly what she was thinking. And whose fault is that, jerk?
Deflect! Deflect! Deflect!
I tugged her swimsuit bottoms to the side and stroked her pussy under the warm water swirling around us.
“Please, baby,” I whispered in her ear as I caressed her clit. “Let me taste you.” Then I added, “Just for tonight.”
Those must have been the magic words because she stood and reached for my hand.
“Just for tonight.”
****
Ashley
If I let myself stop and think, even for a second, what the hell I was doing, I’d run for the hills.
But the truth was, I wanted to have sex, and Sloane felt like a safe choice. He’d satisfy me, and yeah, I’d said I wanted dirty sex, but that was only because I could trust him not to be too dirty. Another way I knew I was safe with him.
“Let’s go to your room,” I whispered as I pulled my top back up and tucked my boobs in place. The last thing I needed was for Crash or Stu to walk out here and find me spread eagle with Sloane’s face between my thighs.
He hopped onto the edge of the tub then swung his legs around and reached for his towel.
I scrambled to the ledge.
“Hold on, let me get your walker.”
He wrapped the towel around his neck, plucked the walker from where he’d folded and set it next to the tub, then gripped the railing.
“I got it.”
I was nervous as he hopped down each stair, but had to admit, he was steady on his good leg.
“Please be careful. I don’t want you to slip.”
“Ash, there’s tread on the steps. I’m being careful.” He looked back at me with a grin. “You’ve got this mom thing down.”
“I don’t know about that. Maybe when she starts sleeping through the night, and I don’t feel like a walking zombie all the time.”
He made his way to his door, slid it open, then stood to the side for me to go first.
“Come on, baby. Let me help you relax.”
After quickly running the towel over my body, I grabbed the baby monitor off the table where I’d set it and walked in the house.
I’m really doing this.
I hadn’t been with anyone since Sloane in November, obviously. But I’d also pushed a tiny human out of my body in the interim. Although my doctor had given me the okay to have sex at my last appointment, and the desire was there. I was worried maybe things were going to feel different than he remembered, and he’d be disappointed.
That might be an issue if this was more than a one-time thing, but since we’re just doing this once, it doesn’t matter.
I debated if I should casually warn him that my body wasn’t the same, but I reasoned he probably could figure that out since it was his daughter I’d given birth to.
“Sweetness, I don’t know where you just disappeared to, but I need you back here with me,” he said as he pulled the covers on the bed down. “Take off your swimsuit, Ash.”
Not having lost all the baby weight, I was self-conscious about my body as I peeled the damp suit off. But he paused to stare at me with the same look he’d given me back in November and muttered, “You’re fucking beautiful, baby.”
I concluded he must have practiced that look in the mirror to perfect it, because he had it down pat. In that moment, I felt like the sexiest woman on earth.
I crawled onto the bed and watched him drop his trunks. His hard cock jutted out in the moonlight, and I let out a soft moan of approval at the sight.
He really did have a perfect cock. I was glad to see it hadn’t been injured in his accident.
Does that make me shallow ?
Maybe. But when he growled, “Spread your legs and get comfortable, baby,” I couldn’t find it within myself to care.
The first swipe of his tongue made my back bow off the bed, and I let out a long, “Oooh.”
He slowly circled my clit with his tongue, then took his time exploring my folds with his mouth. All those months of trying to convince myself that he wasn’t as good a lover as I’d made him out to be were quickly put to rest.
Sloane Davidson knew exactly where to touch me and how.
“God, I’ve missed you, baby,” he whispered as he pressed a finger inside my pussy. “So fucking much.”
I’d missed him, too, but I refused to admit it out loud.
Instead, I begged, “Don’t stop, Sloane! Please… don’t stop!”
“I’m not stopping until you come on my tongue, sweetness.”
And I had no doubt he meant it.
I lifted my hips to press my aching lady parts closer to his face. He didn’t hesitate to resume his attention to my needy pussy until I was gripping the comforter on his bed.
Every muscle in my body was tense as I teetered on the orgasmic cliff. Just as I was about to fall over, I heard Millie’s soft cries through the monitor.
Sloane heard it, too, because he lifted his head and forcefully declared, “She’s fine, baby. The only thing you need to worry about right now is coming for me, sweetness.” He flicked my clit faster with his tongue, in time with the tempo of his fingers fucking me. “Come for me right now!”
And my body obeyed him as if it recognized him as its master.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chanted while shuddering from head to toe as my climax hit me like a freight train.
He didn’t stop until I squeezed my legs together, then he laid his head on my stomach and wrapped his arms around my middle.
“You are the sexiest woman on the planet,” he whispered.
Just then Millie’s whimpers turned into a full-blown cry.
“I’ll come back when I’ve fed her,” I promised. I wasn’t going to leave him with blue balls. We had an agreement.
“Bring her down here,” he suggested. “Let me help you with her.”
“There’s not much you can do. I’m the one with the milk-filled boobs.”
I saw his shoulders lift in the moonlight. “I can change her diaper or burp her.”
I could tell this was important to him, and since he’d just delivered a top-notch orgasm with his tongue, I wanted to honor his request.
“Put some chonies on,” I teased. “I’ll be right back.”