Page 34 of Hat Trick
"You little shit." He growls as he digs his fingers into my ribs. I squeal and squirm in his grasp, trying to pull away. He releases me and we settle back into a comfortable silence. He picks up a loofa and squirts some body soap on it.
"I'm going to smell like a guy!" I whine.
"It'll be an improvement." He growls back, lightly biting my shoulder.
He takes his time, running the loofa over my back, my shoulders, my breasts. He nudges me to rise and I'm instantly self-conscious that my pussy is eye-level. But he never looks at it. He simply washes my stomach, my ass, my thighs, my calves. He's careful to avoid my knees. He motions for me to sit again and pushes me down until my head is in his lap, hair in the water. I feel a tap on the back of my head. I gasp.
Did he just hit me with his dick?
His cheeks go pink, and he winces. "Sorry." He groans and I can't help but smile. He's fucking adorable, even if he did just smack me in the back of my head with his dick. His cheeks and the tops of his ears pinkens. I love confident Carter. I love playful Carter. I love serious-badass-enforcer Carter. But blushing Carter might just be my favorite.
He pulls me back up to sitting before squirting some shampoo into his hand and massaging it into my scalp.
My eyes close and I moan.
"Babe. You can't make sounds like that. I'm trying to be a gentleman."
I grin at his internal battle.I don't want you to be a gentlemancomes to my mind, but I keep my mouth shut. "That feels amazing." I groan out.
"I'm about to take you over my knee. Are you trying to kill me? I'm trying to be sweet, not horny. But you keep saying things like that and I'll lose it. I'm hanging on by a thread here."
I smile and keep my mouth shut. A more confident Emily would have spun around and climbed him like a tree. This Emily? Not so much.
But Carter Rhodes wants me. Against all odds. Carter Rhodes wantsme. I'm sure it's just the forced proximity and the fact that he knows I'd never do anything to hurt him. But I bask in the moment.
He dunks me down again. One hand works the water through my hair to rinse out the shampoo. The other, if I had to guess, is holding down his cock so it doesn't make another accidental appearance. I love this man for trying.
I sit up, squeezing the water out of my hair, before standing and stepping out of the tub.
"Okay. My turn."
"What do you mean?"
I push his shoulder so he slides forward in the tub. "It's my turn to bathe you."
He shakes his head. "Tonight was supposed to be about you. About letting me take care of you."
"And who takes care of you? You say I take care of everyone. And that's true. I like taking care of you and the boys and Annie. But you take care of everyone too. When was the last time you let someone take care of you?"
He scrunches his nose, debating, before sliding forward so I can slide in behind him. I try to press him back against me, the way he had me, but he's huge. His broad shoulders take up most of the bath, and he squishes me.
"God, you're huge." I say, pushing him back up so I can get on my knees.
"Emily." He warns and it's then I realize how that sounded. I laugh again. "I mean. I wouldn't expect Thor's hammer to be tiny."
"Are we really talking about the size of my dick right now?" He groans, running a hand down his face.
"Lighten up, Roadie. It was just a joke." I steal the loofa from him and get more soap. I scrub his muscled back, shoulders, and the top of his chest - at least where I can reach.
"Stand up." He does and the perfect globes of his ass are eye-level. I want to bite one. I've never seen a man with such a nice ass. I graze it with the loofa, eager to move on in case I lose my battle to resist. He was right. This is fucking hard. I run the loofa down his thighs and muscled calves before he spins. I clean his shins, his knees, his thighs, working my way higher. I look down, avoiding staring at the one thing Ireallywant to look at. I catch movement in my peripheral and realize I'm on my knees, in front of a very naked, very hard, Carter Rhodes. When the fuck did this happen?
"You're right. This is hard." I grumble, needing something to fill the awkward silence.
"Okay, new rule. No moaning, no talking about my dick size, no calling things 'hard'."
I snort a laugh. "So bossy."
He sits in front of me again, back to me, and grabs both sides of the bathtub so he can lean backwards and give me access to his hair. I squeeze some shampoo into my hands and massage it into his scalp, letting my nails drag across his skin slightly. Goosebumps erupt down his strong arms.
