I could hear the water running through the pipes and into the tub upstairs. She was preparing to take a bath. I guess I need to relax, too. I had really spazzed on her. This was supposed to be a celebratory getaway, not be plagued with issues from that selfish, manipulative fuck. I swear my feelings for D were turning malevolent. It challenged my new path in life, but I swear if he ever comes close to Rayna again I’ll kill him.
Rayna had looked so broken out on the beach. I knew I needed to change the course of our vacation. I didn’t want to leave early and we had several excursions planned for the following day so I needed to assuage the situation.
I walked into the bathroom where she was laid out in the tub. And upon entering, she swung her head to me and innocently searched my eyes, trying to assess my mood.
“You’re still wearing your ring,” I attempt to break the ice.
“You want it back?” her eyes shot up and body tensed in the water.
I shook my head. “No. Besides it’s no longer mine. You now have the headache of keeping up with it. It cost me enough to get it here secure and on your finger. I don’t want the stress of that anymore.” I was being honest.
She held it up slightly, savoring in her new reality yet once again. She looked proud of it as she smiled.
“Can I join you?”
“Oh...please do,” Rayna anxiously agreed and scooted her body up in the oversized tub. I like baths, but could never find comfort in one since I was about twelve or thirteen years old because of my height. In all of my homes I’ve had special sized and shaped tubs installed. In hotels, one of the many reasons I prefer suites is because they typically came with Jacuzzis or whirlpools.
I stripped my clothes and descended behind her.
“The water feels good...spicy.” I pulled her back to rest her body on my chest. We engage in peaceful silence for minutes long. I exhale and close my eyes, relishing in a private and intimate moment with Ms. Brimm.
“You were livid. I don’t want to get used to seeing you that way. Are you still?”
“I was. I’m calming as we speak,” I open my eyes, deciding to receive her conversation.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know the protocol. You told me he was your mentor so I measured his words...perhaps too deeply,” Rayna murmured as I ran the sponge over her arms.
“Detective Daryl Harrison is no longer my mentor. He hasn’t been for some time. For all intents and purposes he’s simply Tara’s father.” I needed her to know this moving forward. She remained quiet and I could tell the cogs of her mind were working.
“What was the agreement about Tara’s baby?”
“Huhn?” I asked as I stopped washing her shoulders.
“When you were on the phone, you referred to the seed.”
Oh.
“I agreed to help Tara out until the paternity situation was cleared.”
“Help how?”
“Take care of the hospital bills and doctor fees for the baby.”
“Would you do that?”
“As a parting deal; it was a steal.”
“That’s some bargain.”
“It’s all strategic,” I divulged, being partially honest and hoped that this conversation’s end was near.
Rayna snorted. “He does know you a little, I see.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He said you were strategic and calculating.”
“That I am.”
“Oh,” she replied contemplatively.
“Turn around. I want to wash your legs,” Rayna swivels around in the whirlpool to face me.
I grabbed her legs one by one to wash them. She started off tensed, but eased up in no time. Once I was done, I nibbled on her toes, causing her writhing movements in the water.
“Stay still,” I playfully scolded.
She tried, but could never endure the pleasurable sensations. Even her eyes gave away her sheer delectation. After some time of doing this, we couldn’t make it out of the tub before sex occurred. I had her ass hanging halfway out of the whirlpool, screaming my name. Lovemaking was something I was becoming very acquiescent to, particularly because my acts of smashing appealed to Rayna, we brought the two together.