Page 143 of Repairing the Wreckage

She sighs. “I guess I could eat some period day pity waffles.”

I snort and shake my head.

“I need to take a shower first,” she says, tugging at her shirt. “I feel gross.”

One corner of my mouth slides up. “I can help you with that.”

She drops her gaze to my crotch. The thin, shiny material does fuck-all to conceal what’s happening in my shorts. I lift my hands, pleading for mercy. “I can’t help it. You said shower, I pictured you wet and naked.” I point to my dick. “And here we are.”

She bursts into giggles. “Well, tell him to settle down. It’s shark week.”

I close my eyes briefly. “Yeah, that’s not a deterrent.”

“Really?” She slips out of bed and comes closer. “But I can’t…”

I grab her hand and tug her toward me. “I think it’s because there’s very little chance of you getting pregnant if we go without a condom now,” I whisper in her ear.

She bites her lip. Her eyes light with curiosity but she shakes her head. “That’s going to be messy.” She wrinkles her nose.

“Probably.” I tilt my head toward the door. “Shower’s a perfect place for messy situations.”

“Aren’t you kind of…disgusted?—”

“No.” I cut her off. “Nothing about you is disgusting. Ever.”

She bites her lip again.

“We don’t have to do anything. Soaping up my girlfriend’s beautiful, naked body isn’t a hardship.”

“Maybe.” Her eyes dart to the door again. “Just give me a couple of minutes? When I start the water you can come in.”

My heart pounds with satisfaction. “Got it.”

She reaches between us and curls her hand around my erection through my shorts.

“Ah, fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut.

“You’re really not bothered?” She strokes me harder.

“Not even a little,” I rasp.

She releases me and I groan.

“When did Remy leave for his run?”

Who? What? My body’s humming and throbbing with need. My mind’s already in the shower with Molly and she wants to know where her brother is? “Uh, a couple of minutes ago.”

“I’ll be quick.”

So will I.

I’m like a hound dog with my ear cocked toward the door, waiting for the sound of the shower blasting on.

Maybe I should check to be sure Remy’s gone.

I head into the hallway and walk to the top of the stairs. Silence.

The shower screeches on and water patters against the tub, calling me into the bathroom.

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