Chapter 27
Danny
Removing my jeans proved an even bigger challenge than Rob’s, but Rob getting the water a perfect temperature spurred me into serious action. That and the sight of his pert ass. Seeing him naked, I saw fewer sharp angles…more muscle. He was spending more time walking with the kids. Carrying them. Connecting with them. And he was less concerned about being slim. He hadn’t come out and said his ex demanded that…but he’d implied it.
Once my jeans were off and I was completely naked, I checked to ensure the bathroom door was locked. Probably should’ve done that first, but better late than never.
Rob held back the curtain. “The water’s warm. But I’m still cold.”
I grinned at his obvious coyness. I liked the fun side of Rob. I didn’t see it nearly enough, but I sure hoped to more in the future. After piling our clothes on the closed toilet lid—because making him wait just a minute or two was a good thing—I stepped into the massive shower to join him.
He was soaping his hair, with his back to me.
“Got started without me?”
He laughed. “Oh, not so much.”
“Let me do that.” I moved to him and as the warm spray hit me, I replaced his hands with mine and worked the shampoo up to a lather. “Is this…?” I sniffed.
“Passion fruit.”
“Okay.” I held in the grin—but barely.
“The kids have lavender.”
“Which is for calm. I get it.” Had given the baths a couple of nights when they’d gotten too messy to just wipe down. Chocolate fondue with pudding on nights when they wouldn’t settle could be fun. But the mess was…interesting. I continued to smile. “Passion fruit?”
“Invigorating?”
“Okay, that’s reasonable.” He fought fatigue pretty much all the time. He’d had yesterday off work—after I’d suggested he tell Dr. Louisa he had a personal thing to take care of in LA and he’d be too tired to work. Wonderful woman had given him the time. Me moving in wouldn’t solve all our problems. I was years away from finishing my degree, and although Colin was footing my schooling expenses, I couldn’t expect him to support my new family as well. His gratitude would extend that far…but my pride didn’t. I’d need to find some kind of job as well. On top of full-time school and watching the kids would be a challenge, but we’d manage. Plenty of couples with kids did.
“Danny?”
“Sorry.” I kept massaging his scalp.
He moaned.
My cock perked up. Although I found him attractive, that was about a tenth of the list of reasons to be with him. I didn’t care if we ever had sex.
No, that was wrong. I cared. But the intimacy we’d shared last night was almost as good. “Okay, rinse.”
He turned, closed his eyes, and angled his head into the spray so the water removed the last of the suds.
I might’ve stolen a glance.
To ensure he was okay.
Yeah, right.
His semi had definite possibilities. It matched my own chubby. But I wasn’t going to push. No matter how much James teased, I’d never?—
“Danny?”
I gazed down into amused gray eyes. “Mmm?”
“We’re going to, you know, do something…right?”
“Well, you have to wash my hair first.”
He chuckled and made a show of looking me up and down. “You’ll have to duck.”
“I can wash my hair after…”
“After…”
“What do you want?”
“This.” He stepped into my space, grasped the base of my skull, and yanked my lips toward his.
As always, his eyes drifted shut. So did mine, at the last moment.
He opened his mouth immediately, so I snagged the implicit invitation and slid my tongue into his mouth. We tangled and fought for supremacy as he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
I dragged my hands from his shoulders, down his arms, and lower. I shifted to his back, scraped my nails along his flanks, and finally grasped his ass and pressed him against me.
His erect cock brushed my own very interested shaft.
Can I? Is he ready? If I stop and ask, will that slow forward momentum? But is being naked enough of consent?
Rob pulled back. “Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“Just do it. I appreciate you thinking…” He blinked up as the water continued to cascade down his back. “But we have limited hot water.”
Not that limited, but clearly his patience was running out. “You’re sure?”
He pressed our groins together. “I trust you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He blinked. “I wouldn’t leave you alone with my children every night if I didn’t.”
I swallowed. Part of this I’d known—the bit about the kids—but to have his trust explicitly given in such an intimate way spoke volumes about the relationship we’d built. “Okay.” I grinned. “I hope you’re ready.”
He bit his lower lip. “I think I’ve been ready for a long time.”
Not asking how long took patience. I wanted to know the moment I’d earned his trust, but this wasn’t the time for that conversation. Instead, I grabbed the bottle of shower gel.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” He gave me an impish grin.
Casually, I shrugged. “I might just be planning to soap your back.”
He pretended to pout as he pressed against me. “You’re not that cruel.”
His words were meant in a casual and teasing way, but I took them seriously. No, I wasn’t cruel. I was as gentle as someone might be. Mama always joked James was the one who would shoo flies out the door rather than swat them. But I was always a close second, often bringing home strays—human and beasts. The humans would become friends…the beasts made their way to other homes or the animal shelter. Mama’s allergies were something fierce. But I was also a nurturer. I hadn’t been certain, until mere moments ago, if my future might include kids.
It apparently did.
And I couldn’t have been happier.
I put a small amount of gel in my hand, put the bottle back on the ledge, then snagged Rob’s cock.
He grinned as he thrust into my fist. “Yes,” he hissed. “That.”
Chuckling, I managed to add mine alongside his.
If possible, he grinned wider. Skin on skin always had a greater element of intimacy. And I considered dropping to my knees and giving him a blow job, but I liked the idea we might come at about the same time. Together.
He grasped my shoulder as I pumped faster and faster. I watched his face, trying to judge how close to the edge he was. He tipped his head back, his corded neck showing as he swallowed. “Yes, Danny. Please…”
Please what? Faster? Harder? I wouldn’t ask, of course. I just needed to push him to the edge and beyond.
Then, suddenly he dug his fingernails into my flesh and convulsed as he came. He let out a choking sob that might’ve scared me if he hadn’t been spilling all over my hand.
Moments later, I jacked myself to a stunning climax. I fought for breath even as I pulsed against him. My knees threatened to give way, but—with Rob clinging to me—I was pretty much holding up both of us.
Finally, he tipped his head so he could gaze up into my eyes. “That was…”
“Yeah.”
“And you…?”
“Oh yeah. For sure.”
“We’d better…”
“Yeah.” I angled us so the water could wash away the cum. Then I used more shower gel to wash him off as best I could. I worried about the hot water and, since I didn’t want to run out in the middle of shampooing my hair, I gave him a kiss and hustled him out of the shower. In the end, I was just shutting off the water as it was turning cold. I should probably note how long that was. Because I definitely intended to repeat that experience.
Rob wore a towel knotted around his waist and held out a huge bath sheet for me. I stepped into it and he wrapped the terrycloth around me, trapping my arms.
I bent to kiss him.
He grinned just before our lips touched.
Everything would be okay.