Page 44 of Vow to Protect
“I don’t know what to believe in,” I reply honestly.
My heart thumps against her back. Warmth envelopes our bodies. “All I know is, she’s gone, and you’re here.” I pause. “For now.”
“I’ll never forget you, Brett. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” She peers up at me, angling her face to the ceiling.
I’m torn. Caught in a scenario that won’t end well. Even so, my dick swells to solid between us. I don’t want to think about farewells. “How about we make unforgettable memories?” I cup her breasts and push them together.
She shudders, splashing water as her hands drop beneath the surface to tease me. I gaze down the length of her torso. Glistening curves. Silken scarred flesh. “Pass me the shampoo, and I’ll wash your hair.”
Raen sits upright and peers over her shoulder. “You want to wash my hair?”
I shrug. “Yeah. Just don’t ask me to foam it up and make a unicorn’s horn on top of your head.”
Bending forward, she laughs. “Tell me that’s something you do with Tilly and not other women.”
“You’re the only other woman,” I confess. Dripping water from a sponge onto the crown of her head, I dampen her lengths. “She’s getting too grown up for her daddy to wash her hair. It used to be our ritual until life got messy.”
Raen flips up the cap and splotches creamy goop in my waiting palm. I begin at the top, taking my time to massage her scalp, loving how her body completely relaxes, and she moans. “Omigod, can I take your hands with me when I go? That’s so good.”
I laugh off the comment and rinse out the suds. She turns into me when I finish, nuzzling closer and inhaling my scent. Skin on skin. Comfort in contentment. I smile down at her. At this unforeseen circumstance. We stay that way until the blanket of water turns tepid and goosebumps scatter uncovered flesh.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at peace.” Inky lashes blink up at me.
The perfect shape of a Cupid’s bow begs me to taste her. Nudging her chin, I tip her head back and steal a leisurely kiss. “Let’s get dried off.”
She climbs out, swivelling around to offer me a hand. I stand tall, feet planted in a pool, dick solid and a slew of droplets rolling down my chest. Her eyes widen when I snatch her hand and yank her closer, almost gluing her breasts to me. “I’ve got business to sort out today. Once I’ve tucked Tilly up in bed, I’ll come down with dinner.”
She sucks in as I nibble her neck. “I’m looking forward to it already.”
What we’re doing here is madness. “I’ll leave you with a parting gift.” I tug her earlobe. “So you’re satisfied for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, really.” A finger swipes over the slit on my dick. I jerk. “I’ll make sure you're more than satisfied so you come back ready.”
This woman will be the death of me. “I’m ready now.”
“I feel that.” She breathes into me, gliding her palm up and down my length. The contact falls away. Raen ducks to grab a towel, tossing it at me. “Dry off.” Collecting a second towel, she dabs her face. “I’ll be waiting for your gift.”
And with that she pivots and scampers into the bedroom. I grab my dick and groan. It’s painfully hard. The need to fuck dominates my brain. Stepping onto cold tiles, my heart pounds. My skin tingles when I wrap my hips, and my blood pumps faster when I find my reflection in the mirror.
I stare at the darkest bruise tinged with yellow, conjuring fantasies of naked women. I’m back on track. Available for satisfaction.
Yet anger siphons within my veins, and I grip the basin. The women in this mind game all have the face of one woman. A woman I’ve become attached to.
“It’s just sex. Stop being a fucking pussy.” I scold under my breath, dragging the towel over my face, and filling my lungs with a promise. I won’t fall for her. Not this woman. Not her. Not my daughter's aunt. Not the second half to my whole.
When I march into the bedroom, I find a contradiction of beauty. Midnight damp waves. A smile brighter than the midday sun. A divine creature afflicted by brutality. My weak promise loses all meaning. I clamber onto the bed, fully prepared to take.
I kiss her.
She kisses me harder.
I caress her breasts.
She scrapes nails down my spine.
My phone vibrates until it clatters onto the floorboards. “Fuck!” I snarl.
Reluctantly peeling myself away, the warmth of her touch evaporates, and solitude smoothers me again. It’s a familiar baron land that’s kept me isolated—until her rain poured down from the heavens and tempted fresh growth to blossom.
