Page 29 of Where We Call Home

I imagined Rhodes’ hands instead, rough and calloused, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. His voice echoed in my mind, low and commanding.

"Do you like that, Honey?"

A gasp escaped my lips. My knees trembled, and my head fell back against the tiled wall–breathing quickly as I imagined him behind me, his body pressed against mine, his touch guiding me.

The fantasy was so vivid it consumed me, every nerve on fire.

Groaning in frustration, I pinched my nipple and let out a yelp. Toying with the peak again before bringing my free hand to the other breast.

No one was home, so I had this space all to myself. I could let loose as much as I wanted.

“Rhodes,” I moaned, his name a plea.

If I had my way, I’d be in Rhodes’s shower while he took advantage of my body. They were his hands roaming my body, sinking lower and lower and teasing my throbbing core. It was him panting in my ear and grunting with satisfaction.

The thrill consumed me. Unable to stop now, I reached up and grabbed the shower head, knowing exactly what I had to do to dull the ache.

“Yes,” I panted again, the constant pressure beating against my clit. My legs shook, vibrating with desire. “Rhodes, yes.” I huffed again, holding the showerhead still until I felt my climax build stronger, my body convulsing at the steady pressure.

Rhodes was behind me, holding the water against my clit. He was in control, and I was putty being mended by his touch.

“Just like that?”He’d ask, not letting up no matter how hard I begged.

“Please. Please. Oh, yes.”

I bet Rhodes was a dirty talker.

“I love hearing you beg. Do you want to come?”he’d growl.

The water streamed against me, relentless and steady, amplifying every sensation until I shattered. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and my body convulsed with the release. My grip on the showerhead slackened, and I braced myself against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My mouth fell open, and my head flew back. I was panting like a damn dog.

As I came back to reality, one thing was certain: thoughts of Rhodes weren’t enough. I wanted the real thing. And somehow, I’d have to figure out how to make that happen.

Ten

24 weeks pregnant

Baby is the size of an ear of corn

** Rhodes2324 Has Won**

** Rhodes2324 Wants To Start A New Game With You**

** Rhodes2324 Played ‘Jeux’ For 18 Points **

** Rhodes2324: Better luck next time, Honey. ;) **

** Rhodes2324 Has Won **

**Rhodes2324 Wants To Start A New Game With You **

Telling Rhodes I enjoyed Scrabble was a mistake—but also the best thing I could have done. It was a mistake because he beat me every single time.

Sure, I technically won a few games over the past few weeks however, it was only because he let me win. He’d play absurdly low-scoring words on purpose. This man was insanely smart; there was no way he’d start a game with “tin” and expect to win.

I wanted a fair and square victory, not a pity win. Sometimes, the nagging feeling of losing control would take over, leaving me irrationally angry and tempted to cheat with Google. This was why I didn’t like games. Yet, I couldn’t stop playing because I liked spending time with Rhodes. It wasn’t just the game—it was the conversations afterward. Honestly, I liked his attention, especially since it came from someone other than my mom.

Meanwhile, Aspen and Penny had gone radio silent after I decided not to join them at The Tequila Cowboy. Aside from a few texts in our group chat, they hadn’t reached out. I knew they were spending time together without me, and it hurt.

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