Page 116 of Drop Three

“Fuckkkk.”

Navy wastes no time helping secure the towel as my arms fly up and I cry out in agony. “Go sit on the bathtub,” she commands.

I look at her with confusion, despite my obvious pain.

Shit, I need to hydrate.

“Have you had any electrolytes? You’re dehydrated,” she tells me.

We’re thinking the same thing, clearly. She’s confident in her diagnosis.

Does she not understand what I said? I need her to leave.

“Navy, I need you to leave.”

Of course, she ignores me. “And I need you to sit your ass on the bathtub,” she snaps back.

I feel my dick instantly get hard. She’s fine as hell when this assertive and bossy side of her comes out.

“Navy—”

Smack.

A loud smack on my ass cuts off my response, causing me to lose balance and drop unintentionally to the side of the clawfoot tub, exactly as she hoped for. I attempt to stabilize myself and crane my neck to the side, giving her a look of surprise. “Damn. What was that for?”

“When are you gonna stop pushing me away and let me help you for once?”

I love her like this.Riled up and feisty.

I can’t respond truthfully without hurting her, so I choose to stay silent and do what she asks—commands.

I attempt to get comfortable. “Shit. These tubs were not meant for six foot seven and two hundred fifty pounds.”Woah.

I wobble like a fish out of water. So much that I don’t realize the moment soft hands land on my thighs in front of me.

And what a sight I see. Holy hell.

Navy is on her knees in front of me with nothing but one of those teeny, tiny workout sets on, wild curls in a messy bun, socks with marigold flowers, and a tube ofTiger Balmgrasped in her hands.

I should get stuck in the bathtub more often.

“Don’t you dare complain about your size. You’re perfect,” she tells me seriously.

Where did that come from?

It’s been ages since I’ve heard a compliment come out of those perfect lips.

“It has its disadvantages.” I smirk.

“I can’t think of a single one,” she tells me, and the small room falls silent.

I let myself soak in the quiet around us as Navy squeezes a generous amount of Tiger Balm onto her palm. She rubs the menthol cream between her hands to warm it up and drags those dainty hands down my massive thighs.

Fucking hell. That feels good.

“You need to take better care of your body.”Not if I get you to do it for me instead, terremoto.

I keep that to myself.

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