Page 109 of Fresh Tracks
Hearing her call my househome,the one I’ve enjoyed but never felt particularly attached to, makes my chest fill with pride. Even though we’ve moved so fast, like everything with us, it just feels right, like it was always meant to be.
I think I’d call anywhere with her home. I’d sell all my places and move into her van, without a second thought, if that’s what she wanted.
I don’t think that’s the case though. She brushes past me and beelines for the ensuite bathroom practically skipping. I chuckle and follow behind her. She was only in the hospital for one night as a precaution, but the first thing she asked for this morning was to get home and get a real shower. After checking on Kayleigh, who was out of surgery and awake, and somehow lucky enough to only have a broken leg and dislocated shoulder, we left the hospital.
I walk into the bathroom to already find her stripping down with the water running.
I lean in the doorway, watching her with amusement until her baggy overalls fall to the ground and I see the bruises covering her legs. My body stiffens, but there’s no one to be angry at. All I can do is thank every fucking star that she’s still here with me now. “You sure you don’t want to rest first? The shower will be here when you wake up.”
She shrugs her flannel shirt off, leaving her in just her sports bra and revealing more bruises across her toned upper body. Her eyes find mine and she shoots me a playful glare. “Not a chance in hell.”
I snort a laugh and walk over to her, standing behind her. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her nearly naked body against my front. Even with my jeans on, the feeling of her ass against my crotch sends blood rushing south.
“Arms up,” I say.
She looks at me over her shoulder. “I can take my own bra off.”
“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to help.” I run my hands up her sides, my fingers tracing over her ribs and the band of her sports bra. She makes a little whimper and leans into me, raising her arms up. I press a kiss below her ear. “That’s my girl.”
I pull her bra up and over her head, careful to make sure it doesn’t snag on her piercings. Pulling her back into me, I look at her in the mirror in front of us. She holds my forearms and nuzzles into my collarbone. The contented smile on her face doesn’t give the slightest hint of how sore she must be. The bruises up and down her sides though say otherwise.
“Get in the shower with me,” she rasps against my neck. “Please.”
I press another kiss to her temple. “As you wish. My girl gets whatever she wants.”
I check the water temperature, and steam fills the room, while I strip down with her. I feel her eyes on me every second until I’m fully naked with her.
She laughs to herself and I cock my head at her, raising my pierced eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“Just thinking about how lucky I am.”
“We’re not having that argument again.”
“You’re really going to tell me I’m not lucky? I just survived an avalanche with basically a bunch of bruises and only a light concussion.”
I step toward her, pulling her by her hips into me. She looks down at my cock where it presses against her. It’s definitely inappropriately hard for the moment, but I don’t give a shit. All I want is to be close to her. I spent all night holding her against my body in that tiny hospital bed and that wasn’t enough.
“You’re right. That’s pretty lucky. I’m luckier though because I still have you.”
She reaches down, rubbing her thumb over the tip of my cock.
“Fuck,” I grit out, bucking into her hand.
She giggles. “You keep selling yourself short. What if I’m the lucky one to have you?”
She tosses her head back, the motion makes her bangs flop across her forehead, before she smirks at me.
“Fine. We’re equally lucky.” She squeezes me tighter and pulls me toward the glass shower door by my cock. “Now, get in the shower with me.”
I step in behind her because I’ll follow her wherever she wants to go.
The hot spray from the rainfall shower heads is an instantrelief. I’m not even the one that survived an avalanche, but the stress of the last two days wore on me more than I realized.
She releases her grip on my throbbing dick and turns to face me. The water cascades over her, running through the colors of her hair, making her bangs cling to her forehead. My eyes follow the water beading down over her chest and my mind goes back to that morning on the river.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?”
I look up to see her smirking at me, her eyes flitting down to my erection and back to me.
