Page 57 of Cross To Bear

Her hands upon me, smoothing over my skin. I let out a long shuddering breath as her hands turned the soap into foam, jumping when her nails grazed my nipples. Her eyebrow cocked upwards, as she had obviously caught that, her fingertips grabbing the end and giving it a tug that had my cock jerking, even as it was tucked up hard against my stomach.

“Enough of that.”

I pulled away, turning her around to wash the soap free, then when she was rinsed clean, I went to work on her hair.

We boys had some 3 in 1 type thing going, part soap, part shampoo and conditioner, but Roxy had made clear how inadequate that would be in meeting a woman’s needs. I let the water run through Maddie’s long locks, unable to stop my fingers from raking through them before reaching for the bottle of shampoo Roxy had recommended. It smelled pretty, just like her, and I swore then I’d give our bar manager a raise for getting us something that Maddie actually liked if her sigh was anything to go by. Or perhaps it was just my fingers massaging the soap into her scalp in rhythmic circles. That’s when I pulled her back against me.

Let my dick wedge itself against her arse, I no longer cared, because what was going on wasn’t sexual. It was caring for Maddie, making her feel good, that pushed my aching balls’ needs to one side and made me focus on this. Which spots made the lines on her forehead smooth away or grow deeper. Which ones made her moan just a little. What kinds of strokes made all the tension go washing down the drain along with the shampoo. When the hot water started to run out, I was forced to work faster, washing the rest of her hair then rinsing it clean before putting conditioner in. I detached the mobile shower head from the wall and then used it to wash that out too, watching the strands grow shiny.

“Is this what it’s going to be like today?” she asked me in an almost sleepy voice. She had to blink to see me, the lids heavy now.

I scrubbed my own body efficiently, ready to jump out of the cooling water, but when I turned around to scrub my nuts, her hands landed on my back. More shower gel, massaged in almost absently across my shoulder blades, her hands moving lower and lower, my entire attention on their movement. I wanted more, that was always true, but right now? I’d have stepped over my own mother if it’d gotten me more time with Maddie’s hands. They stopped just before she got to my arse, giving it a pat and then pulled away.

“Trying to pump me for details isn’t going to work,” I told her, stepping under the lukewarm water, glad for the change in temperature. I needed it cold, cold, cold to try and douse the fire that kept on flickering in my chest. When I opened my eyes, I saw she was just as fascinated by the way the water ran over my body as I was hers. “The only way to find out is to go to the tattoo shop.”

“The shop!” Her eyebrows jerked up. “He’s not going to tattoo me, is he?”

Not yet. Not until the point she was ready to say yes, to us, to the bond. I knew Bjorn needed that just as much as I did. I just shook my head and pulled down a towel, wrapping it around her body, then grabbing another smaller one to go in her hair.

“If you want to find out—” I started to say.

“I need to see the man himself.”

She smirked as she stepped away to dry herself off. I wanted to be the one to do that. My fingers twitched with the need to take over, never happy with a job unless I was the one finishing it. Maddie showed no sign of noting that, scrubbing her hair dry before hanging up both towels while I just stood there dripping.

“Well, I should leave you to deal with that.” She looked pointedly at my dick. “And get dressed.”

“No need,” I said gruffly, wrapping a towel tight around my waist. “Even if I get the bastard to go down for a bit, he just rises again all too quickly.”

Because my body was so fucking ready for her. I was teetering on the edge of rut, waiting for her to come into heat, to fuck into her again and again, filling her with my seed. To fucking breed her. Whether it was to have kids or not, I didn’t care, but to see her filled to the brim with our cum… I shook my head and her smile widened.

“And if we keep talking about it, you’re not going anywhere but back to bed.” I smacked her on the bare arse, fucking loving the jiggle. “My bed.”

“I said I didn’t mind that idea,” she said, even as she followed me out of the bathroom.

“You might after I’ve tied you to the frame of my bed. The first hour or two would be fun, then things might get a little irritating.”

I caught her curious look as I grabbed the bag Bjorn had brought home, handing it over to her then indicating a spare room where she could change, even if she didn’t know what it really was.

Her room.

When she stopped fighting this. When she finally accepted what we all knew was true. That her place was here, out of that shitty apartment, in a house full of men who’d make sure she never had to lift another finger.

But that didn’t happen right now.

Instead, she just sauntered over to the door with the bag dangling from her finger, no doubt feeling my eyes on her arse as she went, but did she see what I did? Spanking her arse red for not seeing the potential for us sooner then me fingering her to a sobbing climax in reward for the fact she had.

Instead, I was a good little Razor, getting dressed in fresh clothes myself and meeting her by the door as I took in what Bjorn had bought her.

“Not the bike then,” I said, taking in the halter neckline and the flared out skirt of the sundress. It’d be up around her neck before we even got ten feet up the road. I led her outside, locking the door, and then pressed the button for the roller door of the garage.

“Oh, wow…”

I liked her gasp a whole lot, the car deserving every bit of her admiration. It was a Ford XR Falcon, the duco a dark gold, complete with black racing stripes, and I’d spent a fuck load of time doing it up in my free time. Her hand caressed the side panel like it was a living thing, and I could almost feel her touch on my skin.

“Your chariot awaits.”

I unlocked the car, breathing in her sweet scent as I opened the door and escorted her in, putting on her seat belt for her, but in doing so, I was forced to pause. Because when she was sitting pretty in a seat I had custom upholstered, in a dress that made her tits look fucking edible, right as the skirt flared out over her thighs, I could see it.

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