Page 42 of The Ruckup
Now is a great time for her to find out I’m not one of them.
I step close, reaching out to press one finger under her chin so I can lift her eyes to my face. “Miss Miller, I get other people’s blood on me all the time on the pitch. I can tell you with absolute certainty, a little bit of yours isn’t going to phase me.” I step back, slow walking my way to the bath. “Now, are you going to get in here with me, or are you going to keep suffering?”
Maddie’s lips flatten as indecision wars across her expression. After a few long seconds, she blows out a breath. “Fine, but if you get grossed out, it’s your own fault.” She whips off her shirt and pants before unhooking her bra and removing her panties, stealthily hiding them in the pile of her clothes, before coming my way.
I step one foot into the tub as I reach a hand out to her. “I can’t imagine finding a single thing about you gross.” I keep her steady as she steps into the water, then brace her hips as we both lower to sit. “Especially something as normal as your period.”
Stretching both legs up the side of the basin, I lean back against the poorly pitched edge. I don’t know who picked this bathtub out, but they clearly didn’t intend to use it. There is no possible way to get comfortable. Not for me, anyway.
Maddie, however, seems to be just fine as I pull her back to lay against my chest. She lets out a long sigh as the heat of the water surrounds us.
“How’s the temperature?” The water line is about as high as it can go, so if she wants me to change anything, I need to do it now.
“It’s perfect.” Her head rocks back against my shoulder. “Is it too hot for you?”
I smile as I lift one foot to switch off the levers. “The water is fine. You, on the other hand…” I wrap my arms around her, letting one hand cover her lower belly in the hopes the added pressure will soothe the angry organ beneath it. “You are definitely too hot for me.”
Maddie laughs, finally seeming to relax as she wiggles to get comfortable. The movement rubs her wet body against mine, and my dick doesn’t miss the friction.
Maddie’s head turns so she can peek at me over one shoulder, brows lifting as my cock hardens between us.
“Ignore that.”
I was hoping that knowing Maddie’s in pain would keep my libido at bay. But apparently, the sight and feel of her wet, naked body is more than enough to hold its interest.
“Right.” Maddie huffs out a laugh. “It’s the size of my forearm.”
“Let me see.” I lift her hand from the water, bringing everything from her elbow down above the surface. “That is a significant exaggeration.”
Maddie laughs again, and I grin along with her, happy she seems to be feeling better.
“I don’t know.” She wiggles again, but this time she does it on purpose. “It feels pretty gigantic to me.”
“You’re a menace, Miss Miller.”
I spread the fingers of the hand I have braced against her belly, trying to get a better hold so I can keep her still. But with her dark hair floating on the surface of the water, I can’t really see what I’m doing, and I end up reaching a little lower than I intended. I still don’t know what I’ve done until Maddie sucks in a sharp breath, her hands gripping my thighs as she lets out a little whimper.
I go still, finally noticing my ring finger is dangerously close to her clit. I can’t tell if her reaction is good, or if I’ve caused herpain, so I don’t move. Not until she spreads her thighs a little wider and lifts her hips just enough to put me right on the bull’s-eye.
Using my free hand to move her wet hair to one side, I lean forward to run my lips along her exposed neck. “Is there something I can help you out with?” I keep my touch gentle as I skim the tips of my fingers along the seam of her pussy. “I’ve heard orgasms can help with cramps.”
Maddie’s breath catches as my touch turns intentional. “Orgasms can help with a lot of things.”
“Good to know.”
As I continue teasing her beneath the water, I curve my hand along the underside of one breast. Bringing my thumb and fingers together, I pluck at her nipple, carefully working her up, watching for any sign of discomfort. After what happened between us in the kitchen on Christmas, I’ve been lucky enough to have plenty of opportunities to make Maddie come. So I know exactly what touches will get her where she wants to go.
And that’s what I want more than anything. To get Maddie where she wants to go in every aspect of her life.
Where she deserves to be.
Because Maddie Miller deserves to feel good every fucking day.
As she comes undone in my arms, the writhing of her body making the water slosh around us, I decide that while I might be able to get Maddie where she wants and deserves to be, I shouldn’t be the only one there.
She needs more than I can provide. Types of support I can’t give.
But I know who can. And I know exactly who to call to make it happen.
