Page 52 of The Bartender's Baby

His brow furrowed, that lock of hair curling in the humidity. “If I ever get really hot. Why? I don’t—Oh! You’re jealous.Tabitha Jean Reynolds, you jealous little shrew.” His fingertips dug into my sides, his features utterly pleased. “You gonna fight for my honor? Power up with the baby and start swinging. Karate chops and roundhouse kicks all over the place.”

“No.” I rolled my eyes. But… We hadn’t discussed exclusivity. I’d assumed, butwewere still very new, no matter how long coming it had been.

“Fuck, princess.” He bent to suck at my throat. “The idea of you kicking somebody’s ass because you’re jealous is so hot.”

I pushed him, my hands on his chest. “Please don’t make me play the role of jealous girlfriend.”

He shook his head seriously, the twinkle of glee in his eyes gone. “Never. It’s you and me now.”

I chewed on my cheek, this time not to cry.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, and I couldn’t contain my tears anymore. He wiped them away, though it didn’t matter with the shower spray. “I’m always going to be here. That’s one thing you never need to worry about.” He stuck his tongue out, swiping it over the tip of my nose. “I’ve licked you, so you’re mine.”

FIFTEEN

NATE

Surprising the shit out of me, Tabby licked me right back. Marked her territory. Mine.Hers.

Sure, my love language was words of affirmation, but this playful little exchange was good enough for now.

Still reveling in one of her rare smiles, I removed the showerhead from the mount and made sure the water was a good temperature before soaking her body. Using her shampoo and conditioner from her gigantic bottles, I took care of her hair, making sure to work my fingers over her scalp and comb out the tangles, and then—because it smelled better than my own stuff—I washed and conditioned my hair with it too. Why would I want to smell like a pine forest when I could smell like Tabitha?

Next, I moved on to her body wash that was deep moisturizing, according to the label, and I could attest to that truth. I squirted some onto her loofah and scrubbed her from top to bottom, front and back, with a few added tugs on her nipples. I traced the dark pink lines on the sides of her breasts. They were growing bigger, and I’d witnessed her wincing a time or two when she didn’t think anyone would notice, so I knew their size was starting to bother her.

But I fucking loved them.

I weighed them in my hands, lowering my head to drag my tongue over the dark areolas. She groaned and curled her fingers into my hair, holding me to her. I gently leaned her back, pressing her against the wall, all the while gliding my hands up and down her sides, sucking on her nipples.

She moaned my name, and hearing that made my dick weep. It was already straining up, heavy and hard and almost in pain. I was tempted to carry her out of here, but I stuck with my original plan.

I nipped her ear. “Now, turn around. Hands on the wall.”

She arched her brow as if she wouldn’t follow my order, but she eventually gave in, spinning around to offer me all her naked splendor. I palmed the globes of her ass before trailing my hands up her back to massage her shoulders and upper arms, making sure she flattened her hands to the wall. I had no-slip strips on the floor, but I didn’t want her falling over. I knew she wouldn’t like me pointing it out, but homegirl wasn’t as agile as she used to be with her growing belly, and she sometimes lost her balance at work.

I couldn’t risk an episode of her falling for what I had planned. The shower wasn’t big enough for sex, but it was plenty big for some fun. I placed my hand on her lower belly, cupping the bump, silently apologizing to Frogger for how hard I was about to fuck their mother, then slid my palm down, pushing her hips back against mine, my cock cradled in the seam of her ass.

So fucking perfect.

Keeping her in that position, I reached behind me for the showerhead and changed the spray setting to pulse then let it rain down over her neck and chest, aiming it at both of her nipples until she squirmed. Only then did I lower it between her legs, making sure it hit her clit as I sucked on her shoulder, holding her steady.

“Feel good?” I asked, scraping her wet skin with my teeth, and she nodded, but I wanted her words. Keeping the showerhead in position, I skated my other hand backward, dragging my fingers around her hip and thigh to sink into her pussy from between her legs. She was tight and hot—and already close to coming, according to her gasped breaths and stuttered words.

“S-s-so good,” she panted, rolling her hips back into me, and I had to clench my ass tight to keep from giving in to my need to let go and thrust up into her like an animal.

“God, yes,” she moaned, her voice reverberating in the small stall. “Nate, yes.”

“Come on, princess,” I murmured, feeling her inner walls clamp around my fingers, pulling me in, and thank fuck it wasn’t long until she fell over the edge.

Giving in to the temptation to taste her sticky sweetness, I stuck them in my mouth while she caught her breath, still rocking her hips into the shower spray. “Mmm, you ready, Tab?” I sank my fingers back into her, and she trembled. “Yeah, you are.”

Still needing to know what she liked, I slid my hand back, my middle finger coated in her juices, and circled her asshole. “What about here? You ready?”

She turned over her shoulder, hands remaining in place on the wall. Such a good princess. “Only fingers.”

I nodded and squeezed her hip. “I’ll get a towel for you.”

After turning off the water and putting the showerhead back in its place, I stepped out to grab a new towel from the small linen closet and wrapped it around my waist, then took another to wrap around her shoulders before lifting her up. She screeched in surprise, flailing her feet, hands scrabbling to my neck.

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