Page 7 of Forbidden Ride
“Well, in that case...” she says with a lilt in her voice I haven’t heard before. She runs her hand along the rim of the tub with her back to me.
I’m still rock hard and can’t stop imagining what she’d look like naked, slicked up with soap—
I distract myself by grabbing a stack of towels from the cabinet and setting them on the table next to the sink. “I think you’re all set, then. Except for one thing.” I move toward the door, and she just about jumps out of her skin again. Does she actually think I’d lay a finger on her if she didn’t want me to?
Hell, I’d beat the crap out of anyone who touched a hair on her head. “I’m just going to get some dry clothes for you. Be right back.”
I find some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, along with a bathrobe I never wear, and hurry back to the bathroom. “Here you go. There all way too big, but they’re clean and dry.” I hand her the clothes, and when our hands touch, red-hot sparks roar through my system. The need to claim her, to make her mine forever, wipes out every other thought.
Jenny looks up at me like she feels the heat surging between us too, and then runs her delicate hand over the clothes. “Thanks,” she says gently, giving me a soft smile.
Of course, my cock sees a green light and starts pulsing, hard enough to cut through steel. It’s like a beast just woke up in my jeans. It’s dripping, salivating, dying for Jenny’s tight little hole. Jesus, it’s going to be a long-ass night.
I place a few more small pieces of wood in the fireplace and watch them take hold.
“Okay, now you’re set.” I quickly glance at her and head for the door. “I’ll rustle up something to eat. You must be hungry. Take your time.”
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HOLY CRAP. I’M HAVINGa hard time keeping it together here. I quickly lock the door and let out the breath I’ve been holding.
How is it possible I’ve never met William before? West Palomino has a population of six hundred, give or take, and half the population is probably over seventy. I’ve lived there my whole life and know just about everyone. There isn’t a chance I would’ve forgotten a man who looks the way he does. I’d Google him if my cell phone wasn’t dead.
I don’t know if I should run, or if I’ve died and gone to heaven. But one thing is for sure—I’m going to use that tub. This is the most beautiful bathroom I’ve ever been in.
I pull off my freezing wet clothes to the soothing sound of running water and let the steam filling the room relax me. There’s a small window over the tub, high enough that no one would be able to see inside. It looks out to the treetops, and with the scattering of snow on the windowsill, it’s a vision out of a fairytale.
The fire softly crackles as I ease all the way into the luxurious tub.
Ahhhh.
I’ve never been in a bathtub where my feet haven’t touched the other end. I’ll bet William had this custom made for him. I close my eyes and sink deeper into the hot water, resting my weary head against the smooth slope of the tub.
This tub is massive.Massive tub. Massive man. Massive...?What I’m thinking about is so totally wrong. But who could blame me? William looks like he’s been carved from a slab of marble. I melted in his arms when he was carrying me.
And that’s not even considering his face. He’s like one of those Giorgio Armani commercials, where the hot guy is spread out in his tighty-whities while captaining a yacht or something.
And his nipples, I mean dimples. Shit, I’m in trouble.
Should I shave my legs? I sit up in the tub. There’s a package of disposable razors out on the shelf. Would he mind? Would he even know? Would he think shaving means I want to have sex with him?
He’d be right, of course.
I don’t know what the hell’s come over me, but my pussy is throbbing for him. Is it because I just had a life-or-death experience?
I ease out of the tub, grab the razor, and quickly get back in. After shaving, I can’t resist taking the edge off. I don’t remember the last time I was this horny. I’m usually so exhausted that sex is the last thing on my mind.
But with the hot water lapping at my clit and soaking every nook and cranny, I close my eyes and let my fingers wander to my pussy. I spread my legs, imagining what William’s cock would feel like inside me. I sink deep into the tub and rub my clit slowly, and then faster and harder.
The orgasm sneaks up on me from my toes. I moan, biting my lip, writhing, closer and closer to the edge. “William, God... yes... just like that.” I climax so hard I cramp. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. Shit. I quickly straighten. I don’t want to ruin his gorgeous floors. My heart is still pounding hard, and I tremble as I lean over the tub and quickly mop up the water with one of the towels.
Whew. What a night.
Thoroughly relaxed, I soak for another ten minutes, then reluctantly pull my pruney, waterlogged body out of the tub. I dry off quickly and slip into his sweatpants and sweatshirt. William was right. They’re huge on me, but warm and snuggly.
I left my purse in the living room, so I don’t have my brush with me. I peer at myself in the mirror and fluff up my hair, trying to make myself presentable, and then give up.
What am I worried about anyway? William doesn’t have any interest in me, besides being a good neighbor. I’m sure he must have a girlfriend, or a wife for all I know.
