“Mia!” I called out, knocking on the bathroom door. “Everythin’ alright in there?”
“Yeah! Just... Just...” She sounded like she was crying. “Give me a few more minutes!”
“Babe, I’m—” I started opening the door.
“NO! Don’t come in here!”
“The fuck?” I whispered to myself, opening the door anyway. Completely caught off guard by what I walked in on.
She was soaking wet, standing naked in the bathtub. Her legs covered in shaving cream and a razor in her hand. “I told you not to come in here,” she choked out, instantly covering her tits with her arms.
“Pippin, ain’t nothin’ new. I’ve seen them,” I said, gesturing to her breasts.
She blushed, her eyes watering with fresh tears. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“Mia, what’s goin’ on?”
She sank back into the bathtub, fidgeting with the razor in her hands, not looking at me. “I just can’t...” she whispered out the rest of her sentence so low, I couldn’t hear what she said.
“Gotta speak up, babe, can’t read lips.”
She sighed with tears streaming down her pretty face. “I can’t shave ... by myself, anymore. I’m too big... It’s too hard... My belly won’t... it won’t let me bend over...” she let it out, speaking in the saddest voice I’d ever heard. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t sexy... I just wanted to look perfect for you... but I’m fat...”
It broke my heart seeing her so weak over something so unimportant to me. I knew it was against her nature. Mia was one of the strongest women I’d ever met.
She’d have to be, to put up with me.
I was over to her in three steady strides, grabbing the razor out of her hand and helping her up out of the water. “Park that sweet little ass of yours on the back ledge of the tub for me, babe.”
She sniffled, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. Doing what she was told. I crouched down at the side of the tub and reached into the soapy bath water, grabbing her foot. Propping it up on the edge in front of me. She watched with curious eyes, as I gathered suds from the water in my hands and slid them down her soft, silky skin. Getting her leg prepped, again.
Her lips parted, sucking in air, when I placed the razor to her ankle, gently gliding it up to her knee. Being careful not to cut her.
“Only gonna say this one fuckin’ time.” I stopped shaving her leg so I could look at her. “You’re perfect, Mia. Always have been, always will be. I’m here for you no matter what... To shave you, bathe you, or fuck you,” I paused, smiling. Trying to get her to laugh, earning me a smirk, instead. I leaned forward, grinning against her mouth, rasping, “And just so you know... I’m hard as fuck right now. Been hard since I saw you standin’ there wet, glowin’, all fuckin’ delicious. Don’t ever let me hear you say your fat, again. I’ll take ya over my knee and spank that little fuckin’ ass. You’re the sexiest woman I ever laid eyes on, big belly and all. Ya feel me?”
She bit her lip, nodding. More tears falling down her cheeks. This time I wiped them away with my thumbs. “I ask myself every fuckin’ day how I got so goddamn lucky. You’re my everythin’, babe. Can’t imagine my life without you in it. I love you.”
I kissed her and went back to my task at hand. Mia blushed the entire time, and I couldn’t help but love being able to do this for her. Feeling as though I was a part of her pregnancy, if that made any sense. When I was done shaving her all over, I spread her legs open and ate her pussy like a starving fucking man, unable to resist her naked body any longer. It helped, making Mia more comfortable and relaxed again. My touch consistently had that effect on her.
I would always take care of my girl.
In every sense of the word.
Creed helped me out of the tub after he finished giving me a mind-blowing orgasm with his mouth. Wrapping a towel around my shivering body to warm me up. He offered to dress me, too, but I declined. Telling him I could handle it. Truth be told, I really just needed a few minutes to myself. I couldn’t believe what he’d done for me. It was more intimate than anything we’d ever shared together, more than anything I’d ever shared with anyone. I always knew there were several sides to him. Though I never imagined, he could be like this...
With me.
There were no words to express how I felt in that moment, in that second, in that instant...
With him.
There were never any gray areas with Creed. No maybes. It was either black or white, yes or no. It took me until that day to realize I was his gray area. I was the maybe. He really would do anything for me, and I didn’t understand why it took something so minuscule to prove it. He had been showing me since the first day I met him and every day after.
Pushing me away, time and time again.
Having to say goodbye before he went into the military, and taking my courage patch with him.
Talking to me at the lake, when I needed a friend.
Giving me my first kiss.
And every other time that followed...
His actions always contradicted his words. And now his words belonged to me. I think this was the turning point in our relationship, where I truly knew he was mine.
He’d always been mine.
He was leaning against the front door with his arms crossed over his chest, when I walked into the living room. Fully dressed for him with my hair and makeup all done up. He looked me up and down, taking in every last inch of my body, from head to toe. Staring at me, igniting a feeling deep within my body, the only way Creed ever could.
“There’s my girl,” he declared, reaching his hand out for me to take.
“How did you know my size?” I asked, referring to the dress that fit me perfect. I grabbed a hold of his hand and he instantly twirled me around in a circle, like one of those ballerinas in a jewelry box. Looking at me in a way I had never witnessed before. “Are we dancing? You taking me dancing?”
“Don’t dance, Pippin,” he gruffed out, continuing to twirl me around, pulling me back and spinning then forward. The look on his face as he watched me never changed, if anything it got more intense.
“You’re dancing right now.”
“You’re dancin’ right now.”
I rolled my eyes. “And the makeup? That must have been quite a sight. Big badass biker, shopping around for me. The women in the boutique must have loved that.”
He shrugged it off. “Babe, I was like one of those fuckin’ heroes in the smut books you read. Jaws dropped and panties melted.” He tugged me into his torso and kissed my lips. “Now close your eyes.”
“It’s not smut if it has a storyline.” I cunningly smiled against his lips. “You’re not going to kidnap me again, are you?”