Page 49 of Unexpected Delivery

His hair might be longer than mine.

Morris snags my hand, pulling me to him. He moves me into the warm cascade of water and wraps his arm around my lower back. His hand spreads across my spine as his other cradles my head, and he dips me back farther into the spray.

It’s such an intimate moment that I almost don’t know what to do with myself. So, I relax and let him take the lead. I’ve been so overwhelmed recently that it’s a relief not to have to be in charge every minute of the day.

My stomach brushes his pelvis…and his half-hard cock.

He shrugs. “It’s a physical reaction to being this close to you. Not to mention your scent. Ignore it. I’m here to take care of you.”

My hands land on his arms as his fingers gently massage my skull. He thoroughly saturates my hair and pulls me up before snagging pumps of some type of fruity shampoo.

I probably should be stressing about the fact I look nothing like I did before getting pregnant, but Morris puts me at ease in a way no one ever has.

“Spin around for me,” he growls, quirking an eyebrow.

How does he manage to be both playful and commanding all at once?

My body snaps into motion, and my front ends up in the warm stream of water.

Morris’s chest bumps my back as he shampoos my hair. It’s relaxing, at least until my boobs ache like they always do when my milk lets down. My arm flies to cover them, but I know from experience they’re going to leak until I get them back in a nursing bra.

He pats my shoulder and says, “You know the deal. Turn for me, sweet girl.”

Sweet girlmakes me melty every time the words slip from his lips.

I comply as my heart thunders, and he once again moves to cradle my lower back and skull. He tips me into the water, and his heavy shaft bumps my skin.

Not that I mind, but is that just a biological response?

Could it be genuine attraction?

That’s kinda hard to believe, considering how little effort I’ve put into my appearance lately.

I stare up into his bright blue orbs, and he shrugs.

“I’m trying here, but you’re beautiful, and I’m only human. It’s been a lot of years since I was this close to anyone.” He runs his fingers through my hair, helping the shampoo run clean. “I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner to help more with Gracie. I wanted to respect your space, but I’ve been known to be a pushy fuck on occasion.” He pulls me up once more and helps me spin until my back is to his chest before moving on to the conditioner. “I worried I would come on too strongly, and you would find it overbearing.”

“It’s not your fault,” I say, my eyes squeezing shut. “I see how tired you are when you get home from work. I don’t want to be a burden.” A light smack lands on my hip and the side of my ass. I let out a squeak, but Morris’s hand moves to cradle my stomach. Once he’s sure I’m not going to slip, he goes back to conditioning my hair.

“You’re not a burden. Gracie isn’t an inconvenience. I count the minutes until I can clock out and come home. She’s getting so big.” He turns me to face him once more and repeats the process of rinsing my hair as he stares into my eyes. As soon as he’s done, he pulls me up and into his chest. I don’t know when I moved my arm, but it’s no longer blocking my tits, and they end up plastered to Morris’s stomach. There’s no chance to obsess about that because he goes on. “She’s growing so damn fast. I’m always afraid I’ll miss something while I’m gone. The highlight of every day is coming home to the two of you.”

My heart melts.

The sincerity written all over his face is easy to believe.

Gracie is pretty great.

If I were them, I’m not sure I could avoid getting attached. They’ve been with her just as long as I have. Well, for the time she’s been outside of my body.

“Tomorrow we should head to the cabin and clear out the rest of your stuff.” Morris moves to grab a pump of body wash. He proceeds to soap my back and all the way down to the top of my ass as I lean against his front. “The car Becky gave you is totaled. I have a buddy at a scrapyard. He’ll pay a few hundred dollars for it. We can mail her that with the house keys. It won’t be much, but it sounds like she gave it to you out of the goodness of her heart, and it’s better than nothing.”

“Yeah,” I say, grimacing. “I’ve talked to her twice, and I made sure she has my new number. I just haven’t had the heart to tell her I’m not staying there.”

A huge part of that is because I knew she would worry about me. Not that she already isn’t, but hearing I moved in with three random alphas? If the situation were reversed, I’d be panicking for her.

“It’ll give her a chance to cut off the utilities again,” Morris says calmly as his hands slide down my ass. His now fully hard shaft bumps around my stomach and hip, but he keeps his gaze on mine. Those huge, calloused fingers land on my hips, and he directs me into the shower spray to rinse my back.

I frown as I notice only the ends of his hair are wet.

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