Page 162 of On a Fault Line

She nods as she looks at her pale reflection in the mirror. “I think I may have overindulged.”

I let out a hollow laugh. “You think?”

“Yup, I think… With my eyes and with my mouth.”

I shake my head at her. “You had way too much fun watching naked men dance around on stage.” Granted, some were definitely doing more, but I’m trying to block out those memories. “The beverages were just another bad decision.”

“I’m not used to drinking like that. Why didn’t you try to stop me?”

My jaw goes limp. “I did.”

“Well, you suck at getting me to comply.”

“Clearly.”

“I just got carried away. Plus, there was plenty of pussy for you to savor. There’s no need to be jealous.”

I give her a smile and then cup hers. “This pussy is the only one I have eyes for.”

“Good, because it feels sooo neglected.”

I give her another squeeze and then resist taking things further. “I’m going to draw you a bath. It might make you feel better. Rinse your mouth, and I’ll get you something to drink.”

It takes just a few seconds for the water to heat up and the steam to fill the room. I add in some bubble bath and lay out some fresh towels for Penny. She probably feels gross.

“Thank you, Collins.”

“You’re welcome, Pen.”

I exit the bathroom and walk into the closet to pick out a soft pair of pajamas to lay on the bed. Meandering into the kitchen, I grab a glass out of the cupboard and pour some cranberry juice into it.

Moving back into the bathroom, I sit along the side of the tub.

“Drink your juice, Princess. You need to stay hydrated.”

“Collins?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me wash my hair? My brain can’t get my hands to cooperate. I think they are extra drunk.”

I smile, although she doesn’t look. “Of course.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princess.”

Kneeling beside the tub, I use the rinse cup to dampen her hair. Popping open the shampoo bottle, I revel in the smell of fresh strawberries.

She is covered in a sea of bubbles, and while my cock wishes they would dissolve, I’m glad that I can have this innocent moment with her when she needs tenderness.

“Ah, that feels good,” she moans, as I run my soapy hands through her scalp. “More. Don’t stop.” Relaxing her body back against the side, she tilts her head up to the ceiling. “I could fall asleep.”

“Soon,” I promise, knowing that my own body needs the rest as well.

I rinse Penny’s silky locks, getting all of the soap out of them.

She yawns. “I could get used to this.”

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