Page 13 of You've Got The Love
“A friend. But anyway, even if it were more, it wouldn’t be any of your business. This is your doing, you know–yourclub. I’ve had to shut my shop for God knows how long, go on the bloody run, put my life on hold, and all because a rival club is going after family members, and you are giving me a hard time? This isn’t my lifestyle; it's not easy for me. In fact, I ended up in a fucking panic attack earlier. So, thanks a lot, Dad. I’ll call again tomorrow to check in.”
“Amber…” Dad tries to interrupt me.
“Goodnight,” I manage to say before my chin starts to wobble and I end the call.
I breathe in deeply as I blink quickly, trying to force away the tears I know are coming.
“Please may I take a shower?” I don’t make eye contact with Bas as I clear away the other phones, shoving them back into my bag, but make sure to leave the phone I’m currently using on the island.
“Sure, follow me,” Bas says, not pressing me; I think he can tell I’m on the edge.
One look at this bathtub and I couldn’t resist. This bath is heaven. Pure heaven on earth. It’s enormous, and when I say huge, I mean I can lie with my legs out straight. Being as tall as I am, I haven’t been able to do that since I was younger. Plus, I swear there’s room for at least two more people. I only showered this morning, but travelling makes you feel so grimy and gross. The feeling of being clean after hours of travelling is severely underrated.
I left voicemails for both Andrea and Jess, and with it being past one a.m., I’m hoping they are asleep.
This bathroom has that Nordic feel, which I’m noticing is a theme in Bas’s home. Lots of pale wood, stainless steel, either wooden floors or pale tiles, and lots of plants. It gives the house a masculine feel, but with a homey edge. I really like it. This is Bas’s en suite bathroom, which is bigger than my main one. Alongside this huge bath is a massive walk-inshower with two showerheads and a bench, which I can’t help but envisage Bas in, soaping up his impressive body. Just knowing he’s laid naked in this tub, all hot and wet, like I am, is making my pussy begin to throb. I close my eyes and imagine him in here with me, behind me, so that I can feel his dick hard against my back. I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples lightly, imagining it's his big hands squeezing my flesh as he nibbles on my neck. I have to suppress a moan as I clench my thighs together to try and appease the incessant throb between my legs, but it's not enough. I start to smooth my right hand over my stomach toward the source of the demands, but I stop; I can’t do this here, can I? I look over toward the door, and I’m sure I’m far enough away that he won’t hear me. Fuck, I should have taken a shower. Next time.
I bite my lip as I grin and slide my fingers over my slippery clit, which makes me silently gasp. Knowing I am in Bas’s space is making me so hot. I think about how he crowded me earlier at my flower shop as I slowly swirl my finger back and forth over my tight bud, how he moved me where he wanted me, how he always does that when we are in the back of his flower truck. I’m holding in groans now, knowing if I were alone, I would be chanting his name. All I can think about is him being here with me, telling me what to do with that voice; the voice I always hear whenever I get myself off.Fuck. My fingers slide lower, and I gently push one inside, making my head tip right back as I take in a massive gulp of air. My nipples poke out of the wateras I lie back; they are dying for some attention, to feel his mouth and beard all over them. I work my fingers faster and faster, my breaths coming quicker as I open my legs as far as the bath will let me. I add a second finger and up my pace, plunging it in and out of my wetness, imagining just how much his big fingers would stretch me. And that’s what tips me over the edge, what makes me start to climax so hard as I begin to lift my other hand to my mouth.
“Bas,” I groan before my hand reaches my mouth.
I squeeze my thighs around my hand as I rock my hips and ride out my orgasm, not caring that the water is sloshing all around me.
Pulling my hands away from my mouth and out from between my thighs, I slump back, very unladylike, with my legs open and my head almost sideways in the water. I swear that made me see stars. I feel like over-cooked spaghetti now, like all my energy has left, and I just don’t have it in me to care that he might have heard. Now all I can think about is sleep.
I drag my exhausted but satisfied self out of the bath and into Bas’s enormous slate grey bathrobe that he laid out for me. Oh, it’s soft. I do kind of look like a child wearing their parent’s robe though. The thought makes me laugh. I drain the bath and use the shower head to swish water around the sides to get rid of any bath scum; that’s just good bathroom etiquette. I make my way into his bedroom and just stare at his huge bed. There’s a theme here: everythinghe has is ginormous. That makes me giggle like a naughty child.Grow up, Amber.
“Bath okay?” Bas appears from nowhere and makes me leap out of my skin.
“Bloody hell!” I huff at him as I make sure I didn’t flash him when he scared me half to death.
“Sorry,” he says guiltily, with an odd look on his face.
“That’s okay. How a guy your size can sneak up on someone is a miracle.”
“I suppose. Was your bath pleasurable?”
“Erm… yes. It was lovely, thank you.”
“Ready for bed?”
“Yes, but I can sleep in Abel’s bed, I’m much smaller than you. I really don’t want to put you out any more than I already have.”
“Amber,” he says, getting closer. “For the last time, you aren’t putting me out, now get into bed,” he gets closer until I back up into his dresser.
I just stare up at him. My God, if he spoke like that to me in bed, I would be like putty in his hands.
“Sorry, yes. Time for bed,” I say as I fall into his pale blue eyes.
He bends down and, for a brief second, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he changes course and kisses my cheek.
He gives me a parting smile and closes the bedroom door behind him before I even have a chance to breathe.
Chapter 8
Bastiaan
My eyelids feel like sandpaper scraping over my bloodshot eyes. That was one of the longest nights of my life. After hearing what I was sure was Amber getting herself off in my bathtub, wet and very naked, I laid in my son's bed for hours with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever fucking had. I swear my body was actually vibrating, but I refused to jack myself off in Abel’s bed; that’s just a step too far.
