Page 70 of Triple Threat

I gleefully got down off the bed and went to the bag in the corner of the bedroom. There were a lot of them, thankfully they had been individually wrapped in cellophane so I could see them and I finally settled on one that was black, pink, purple, and blue with silver glitter throughout it like stars. It smelled sweet but slightly musky and looked like a Lisa Frank rendition of what a galaxy should look like. I was excited to try it and went into the bathroom with Roan who stood by the jetted bathtub big enough for four as it filled with steaming water.

“I feel so stupid for being this excited,” I confessed.

“Don’t be, I find you utterly adorable,” he said with a smile that gave me all the confidence I needed to be a kid at heart.

I unwrapped the bomb, took a deep breath and with a stupid squeal of delight dropped it in.

Beautifully mesmerizing, I watched the colors flow, the bomb spin, and the water froth and foam around it. Roan slipped the robe from me and held out a hand to steady me as I stepped into the tub.

The temperature was perfect.

I sank into the water with a happy sigh as Roan sat down onto the edge of the tub, watching me.

“Join me,” I murmured and smiled, knowing it was lascivious.

“Ah.” He laughed lightly, as though the thought hadn’t even occurred to him.

“Come on!” I cried. “I really want you to.” He shook his head, and I hated,hatedhow insecure he could be when I was really beginning to love him so much. Partially, because he made loving him soeasy.

“Okay, fine,” I said with a gusty sigh. “You asked for it.”

I pulled him back into the water, catching him off balance just enough. Thankfully the tub wasn’t overly filled, no bright steamy water sloshed outside of it, but Roan was laughing, on his butt, lower legs up on the edge as I attacked his mouth with mine and covered his handsome face in a flurry of kisses. It didn’t take much to get him out of his wet shirts, setting them on the edge of the tub.

“I didn’t get your phone, did I?”

“No,” he said. “Wallet and phone are in the other room.”

“Good,” I whispered and touched him like I wanted to. He groaned and released his prosthetic leg and shoved his pants the rest of the way down his good one, untangling himself from the rest of his clothing as I gripped him in my hand and stroked him gently to life.

God, he was so big… the biggest I had certainly ever taken, and I was grateful that the day had allowed my soreness to abate. While I was sure I would likely regret being with him again so soon? I was sure those regrets wouldn’t occur until morning, and I wanted him so badly tonight.

I relished this, without Lach here to fuck everything up. Without Kyle’s petty ass bullshit to leave us feeling guilty or sad.

Roan cupped my face between his hands and kissed me back, sweeping his tongue against mine, and good Lord my body responded perfectly and accordingly.

“I probably should grab a condom,” he said strained, as I straddled him in the colorful glittery water.

“I have an IUD,” I whispered, and I took him inside of me, slowly, carefully, the going more than a little rough with the bath washing away my natural lubricant initially. He panted and moaned, his hands on my hips, keeping my descent measured and controlled…

“I love that you’re so careful of me,” I whispered against his mouth and kissed him, taking his reply away from him. I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it. I just wanted him to feel, to know, how much I appreciated him. His care.

“Sadie,” he whispered, strained as I settled into his lap, his cock deeply seated inside of me, stretching me, filling me, pressing out against my walls.

“Mm?” I moaned softly, and ground my hips slightly, slowly, against him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his thumbs caressing me below the waterline.

I reached out and shut off the tap, the tub filled more than enough, the bomb dissolved, the water tinged a lavender pink, the sparkles in it few and far between, one bomb not enough to the water ratio but I didn’t care. Not with Roan inside me, his hands gently caressing my body and his mouth latching around one of my nipples to tease it with lips, teeth, and tongue.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, throwing my head back, rolling my hips slightly.

His big arms around me, clutching me to him, I realized that loving Roan was going to be both one of the easiest and one of the hardest things I ever did and that this little reprieve of ours? This was going to be brutally short, and so I was absolutely determined to enjoy it.

* * *

Lach was conspicuouslyabsent when we returned, laden with packages that threatened to overwhelm the limited storage space in Roan’s car. In fact, I think technically the amount of purchases Roan had made in my honordidoverwhelm, because I’d heard him making arrangements to have things delivered to Bootlegger Head, which was where the mansion was situated.

He begged off for a bit, stating arrangements needed to be made and there was work that needed his attention. I’d paused, and he’d kissed me on the top of my head and rephrased, assuring me that the work he needed to do was mundane in nature… stock portfolios and investments that needed his attention. He left me to put my purchases away, and I stared at the wardrobe and sighed turning instead to the walk-in closet of my room that was barren, devoid of anything at all except some empty hangers.

“Well, looks like that’s about to change,” I murmured and began to unpack and hang things up, one item at a time.

---