Page 127 of Easy Out

“One more time.” Lauren resets the music. “I thought you liked watching me dance,” she says when I groan.

“I do. Very much. But seeing your ass move across the floor in those pants, it’s agony. Waterboarding seems like a better punishment at this point.” Her joggers aren’t skintight but they aren’t baggy. Not that it would matter on her body. Lauren could wear a garbage bag and she would turn me on.

“Waterboarding? Really? That’s a bit extreme. They’re not exactly flattering,” she says, pulling at the fabric of her pants.

“Is this your way of asking me to compliment you more? Because I have no problem doing that. Although I would prefer to show you how much I enjoy your body.” Goosebumps break out over her skin and her nipples harden to a point begging for my hands.

“You know what? I think I’m good for the night.” Lauren walks over to her bag. She tosses her water bottle inside. Next, she grabs her t-shirt and puts it back on. “We can get out of here if you want.”

My lip quirks up in a smile and I stroll over to her. I wrap my arms around her middle and brush a finger over her breasts.

“I don’t mind waiting.” I graze her hard nipples again and pepper kisses down her neck. I rub my cock against her ass so she can feel the truth. I’m ready to take her home now.

“Nope. I’m good. I have plenty of time to figure it all out,” she squeaks the words out an octave higher than usual. She’s lying. The auditions are in two weeks. Lauren is stressed and worrying herself to death. She’s afraid she will fail everyone.

Maybe a relaxing night is what she needs.

I take the bag out of her hands and throw it over my shoulder. “Vamos. I have plans for you." With a light grip on her elbow, I guide her out of the room and to the parking lot.

The house is quiet when we arrive. Nash is probably at the gym. He’s been doing a lot of late night training sessions to bulk up for next season. Koa and Wyatt are either asleep after playing tonight or out celebrating our win.

“Stay,” I tell Lauren when we make it to my room. She mumbles something snarky about not being a dog to command. Her sass makes me smile. I cage her in my arms where she sits on my bed. My head rests against hers. Her warm breath hits my chest. “Lo siento. Relájate y espérame. Por favor." I kiss Lauren on the top of her head before she can say anything else.

I enter the bathroom and start running the water to temperature. The bathtub isn’t massive but it’s big enough to hold both of us.

I pour some bubble bath Lauren left over here the last time she took a bath. She only has a shower at her place. I dip my hand in the running water to make sure it isn't too hot. When the water reaches a little over the halfway mark, I turn the nozzle off and head back to my room to get my girl.

“Come with me.” I hold out my hands to Lauren. She eyes me suspiciously, hesitating for a moment before placing her hands in mine.

I lead her to the bathroom. It’s humid and the smell of jasmine lingers in the air. “What’s this?” She asks. Isn’t it obvious. I look at her then the bathtub. “Did you run me a bath?”

“Us. I made us a bath. Arms up, cariño.” Still staring at the water, she lifts her arms into the air, and I remove her t-shirt and sports bra. Then I work on her shoes, socks, joggers, and underwear.

Not able to control myself I pull her against me and relish the feel of her bare skin in my arms. “Let me help you in.” I take her hand and usher her over the edge of the tub.

While she gets comfortable in the water, I remove all my clothes. Then step in the tub behind her. Water sloshes over the side as I maneuver my body lower in the water.

“Come here,” I say, encouraging her to lean against my chest. Lauren nestles herself in between my legs. The bubbles cover her like a blanket, occasionally offering me a peek at her naked body.

“This is nice. Thank you.” Lauren lazily runs her fingers up and down my thighs.

“You’ve been working too hard.” My hands roam over her shoulders and biceps, massaging her gently. Her head rolls forward, allowing me to work out the knots in her neck.

“Eso se siente bien.“ My hands freeze in place. “No te detengas.”

“You’re speaking Spanish.”

“Sí.”

“Since when?” Lauren turns her body and looks up at me.

“Since I asked your mom to start teaching me a few months ago.” She grins. How did I not know this? “I still have a lot to learn but I’m doing better. She thinks I’ll be fluent enough to keep up with conversations soon.”

“When do you have lessons?”

“While we cook. She teaches me a few words or phrases every time. And I’ve been studying on my own in between classes.”

“Why?” Is she doing this because of me? Because of my speech? Does she think I don’t talk enough? I don’t understand.

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