I strip my clothes off and feel the temperature of the water. When it’s hot enough, I add some of the bubble bath that I know Huntley loves and reach my hand out to help her step into the bath. She sinks into the sea of never ending bubbles and scoots forward so that I can slide in behind her. She doesn’t move back so I grab her around the waist, causing her to squeal. I settle her in between my legs but her body remains rigid. God, she’s a stubborn woman when she wants to be. Sometimes it can be so infuriating, especially when we fight. Neither of us gives in and it almost always turns into a hot and sweaty argument without words, only bodies.
I lay kisses on her shoulders and spread my fingers over her flat stomach. She eventually surrenders to me and relaxes her back into my chest.
“Please don’t be mad,” I plead, “I just want you to feel better before we…you know.”
“Don’t you want me?”
Is she serious? That’s what her little fit was about?
“Why would you think that?”
“Because it feels like you’re turning me down.”
Great. Now I feel like an asshole. She has misinterpreted all my actions. Typical woman. They can never take something at face value, they always have to see it as something more than what it is.
I pull her into me and grind my erection into her back. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” I growl. “It’s taking everything in me not to turn you around and have you ride me until we’re both breathless.”
A light moan escapes her throat and I feel her stomach muscles clench.
“Then why can’t we….” Her words trail off.
“Because my beautiful girl,” – I grab her pink loofa and smother it in vanilla body wash – “You’ve been sick for the last two days and I can see you’re still getting over it. Let me just take care of you ok?”
She sighs. “Ok fine.”
Her back is to me but I know she’s pouting, pushing that bottom lip out like a toddler does whenever they don’t get what they want.
I start rubbing the soapy loofa over her shoulders and around her neck. Her body is totally slack against mine and I allow the calmness and serenity to engulf us both. She starts humming and the sweet sound tickles my ears, adding to the tranquil atmosphere. My hand moves lower and I pay a little more attention to her breasts. I make a soapy trail down her stomach until my hand disappears under water to caress the apex between her thighs. Her breathing falters and before I can get her too aroused my hand slides down her thigh. I switch hands and bring it back up the other side. We’re both covered in bubbles and soap and it takes a little longer to rinse us off.
I slide out from behind her and grab a towel to wrap around my waist. I grab another one and wrap it around her shoulders. She looks up at me and our eyes connect, sending that familiar jolt of electricity through me.
“You’re too good to me,” she whispers.
Her words make me smile. “You deserve it, and so much more.”
I lean down and brush my lips across hers just as a grumble comes from her stomach. She giggles.
“Let’s get you dressed and fed,” I kiss her forehead, “And back into bed.”
I’m surprised when she doesn’t argue. Instead, she follows me into the bedroom and slips into her pink sweat pants with “Lick Me” scribbled across her butt, and white tank top. She couldn’t look any cuter if she tried.
We order some Chicken Noodle Soup for Huntley and pizza for myself, Demi and Brody. After an hour of watching television and eating dinner, I look down and see Huntley curled up against my side fast asleep. I pick her up and carry her to bed, ready for a good nights’ sleep myself.
When I’m comfortable, with Huntley wrapped around me, I drift off feeling happy and content.
** ** ** ** ** **
“Good practice today boys,” Coach Morgan praises. “I like what I see out there.”
He disappears into his office and we all file into the locker room after an intense Monday practice. It was tough today. After everything that happened with Tommy, he was suspended and Coach Morgan had no choice but to cut him from the team. We haven’t seen or heard from him since the night he attacked Demi, and quite honestly, I’m relieved. Brody spent a great deal of time looking over his shoulder and became Demi’s shadow.
In Tommy’s absence, we’ve had to take on a second string linebacker, and make sure he’s ready to play for the team. So far we haven’t had any problems, and our prospects of making it to the State Championships again this year look good.
“Ok boys,” Brody chimes, “I’m thinking we all hit Nicky’s tonight. We haven’t been out in forever.”
“That’s because you’re a little busy these days,” Jace snickers. He’s the team joker, but at six feet and four inches, he’s the equivalent of the Hulk on a football field.
“You’re just jealous because you’re not gettin’ any,” Brody retorts. The rest of our team mates howl with laughter and a collective ‘burn’ echoes off the walls. Jace playfully slaps Brody on the shoulder and heads for the showers. Brody stands next to me while I start pulling my sweaty clothes off. “I was thinking,” he hesitates and I look up at him. “Why don’t we take the girls camping this weekend? We can take a late drive to Lake Dixon on Saturday afternoon and come back early Sunday morning. What do you think?”
“I think it’s a great idea man. The girls need to get out the house for a change.”