Page 121 of A Major Puck Up

The bright light above goes out, leaving us shrouded in the dim glow of the single light over the shower. The change eases the pain in my head almost immediately.

“Thanks,” I grind out, sliding my pants off and leaving them in a heap on the floor.

Millie faces the other direction, as if she’s trying to give me privacy, but the mirror covering the wall reflects the image of my naked body, so it’s a useless gesture.

Every step I take toward the bath is excruciating, so I get little enjoyment out of seeing the flush creep up her neck. As I steady myself with a hand on each side of the tub and sink into the water, every cell in my body screams in relief.

“Fuck,” I murmur when I’m fully submerged.

Millie is still facing the mirror, frozen to the spot, her shoulders rising and falling as if her breaths are labored.

I rest my head against the tub and turn it so I’m facing the wall, intent on not staring. “You can go. I can call for you if I need help.” My eyelids flutter shut, the ability to hold them open a losing battle.

“Not safe,” Millie murmurs, closer than she was a moment ago. Her fruity scent mingles with the lavender fragrance of the bath water.

I blink my eyes open and turn, finding her seated on the side of the tub, worry etching her face.

“You gotta stay awake until we get you back in bed.”

Eyes heavy, I let them close again, and my head lolls against the cool porcelain beside her thigh.

“Gavin,” she says, her tone a bit more urgent now.

I try to open my lids, to obey, but the task is an impossible one.

Fingers scratch at the top of my head, and I whimper in appreciation. “So good,” I mutter.

She does it again, and I moan.

“Feel good?” she teases.

I force my eyes open, fighting against the heavy weights keeping the lids lowered, and find her watching me with a smug smile. But it’s the way she studies me that stops me from telling her to leave again. The caution that’s missing from those golden hues.

That’s Millie, though. She loves big and gives herself to the people she cares about, even when they don’t deserve it. It’s what drew me to her years ago. The way she gave her attention, her heart, to people who were too busy to notice made me want to give her everything.

“You know it does,” I rasp.

Her chest swells with a surprised breath, the movement drawing my attention to her tits again. There’s no denying it now. She’s done something. “What’s on your nipples, Mills?”

Her smile widens. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Fuck.” The curse is sharp under my breath.

She shakes her head and laughs silently as she turns away. Then she leans over the tub, cups her hands, and pours water over my head. It feels so fucking good I forget everything else.

Like how I’m supposed to be staying away from her. Like how I can’t love her again. Like how naïve that idea is, because I never stopped.

She pours another scoop of water, this time onto my chest, and rubs slow circles over my pecs. I silently watch her, giving up the battle. Her touch feels like heaven. With every swipe of her fingers, my cock hardens and my resolve weakens.

Openly ogling her now, I clear my throat. “Why’d you come back?”

An almost aggravated huff of breath slips through her lips. “I thought that was obvious.”

“Brat,” I mutter.

She smiles, and then I do too. Immediately, I regret it. The slight movement makes my head throb. With a breath in, I school my expression and wait for the pain to ease again.

“Tell me,” I beg.

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