Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“You want a shower before Case gets home?” I ask. She doesn’t respond to my earlier statement, probably unsure of how to answer. Instead, I’m now watching as she takes her fill of our home. It’s been a labor of love to get this place to look more like a home and less like a house with four walls and a roof. Of course, having Mom and a slew of sisters helped, too. She’s currently looking at the gallery wall of pictures. The frames are all different shapes and sizes. Snapshots we’ve all taken along the years finally have a home.
“Yes, please. I think there’s dried blood in my hair, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to wash it myself.” My cock perks up at the idea of helping her in the shower. The dumb piece of flesh gives zero fucks that Sutton has been beaten half to death. Water and a naked Sutton is all he thinks about, and no, I can’t control my hard-on. What I can do is not act on my desire for her.
“Come on.” I walk around her, my unoccupied hand sliding around the length of her lower back along the way. I know there probably isn’t an inch of her body that isn’t sore. The good news is she’ll heal with time. The bad news is the bruises that have already formed are only going to get worse as the days go on.
I look over my shoulder to make sure Sutton is following me. She is, peeking her head into each room along the way. We all stuck with a similar floor plan—three or four bedrooms, three or four bathrooms, an eat-in kitchen, living room, front and back porch, and a game room on the second level. I didn’t want a split floorplan house, so all of the bedrooms are on the bottom floor, Case’s game room taking up the upper level along with a small office. Downstairs, the hallway has the master bedroom straight ahead and the two other bedrooms on either side. Case’s room on the right and the spare bedroom on the left. The doors are open, allowing her to see inside. She probably notices the lack of furniture in one of them.
I drop the bags on the bed, step out of my boots, socks are next, and then I pull my shirt over my head. Sutton watches me the entire time. Desire, pure unbridled desire, shows on her face, and I’m glad she likes what she sees. “Come on, Sutton. You need to get horizontal. The medicine will be wearing off soon.” Mom is picking up her prescription when she grabs Case from preschool.
“I’m going to get in the shower with you.” Her chest rises and falls, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. I’m glad to see she’s not the only one affected. My cock is hard as a fucking rock, my jeans barely containing me, and I’m more than ready to strip both of us down and wash Sutton with my bare hands. Except that’s not going to happen today.
“Ry.” There’s a rasp to her tone.
“Not yet. Going to give you privacy. I’ll keep my jeans on, and you’ll wear what you’ve got on. I’ll wash your hair for you. The rest should be manageable, unless you need my help?” I arch an eyebrow, pressing my luck.
“Okay.” She follows me into the bathroom. I grab a couple of towels, busying myself before turning the water on. This was my huge splurge for the house. I didn’t need a big garage, a massive television, or even top-of-the-line appliances. I wanted a master bathroom where I could relax. The walk-in shower is double the size of normal ones, with multiple showerheads, and there’s even a bench the length of one side. Being a single dad, the weight of the world is always on your shoulders even when you have a support system like I do. Still, there are those worries if you’re doing your best, will you raise your boy to be a decent human being, and when he’s throwing a temper tantrum, it makes you second-guess shit all over again. This is my place of solace when I’m not on the back of Ace riding the trails surrounding our land.
“Ready?” Sutton nods, stepping into the floor-to-ceiling tiled shower. Looks like my sisters did me another solid. There on the ledge along with mine is a pink bottle of body wash, plus shampoo and conditioner. My all-in-one would have been hard on getting the knots out.
I stand off to the side as Sutton’s body relaxes under the water, watching as she washes some of her worries down the drain. Steam swirls around the bathroom in a matter of minutes, and while I’m attempting to wait patiently, it’s becoming harder and harder.