Page 6 of Surviving in Everton

“It’s okay, Rowe, we understand. You want a drink, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, thanks, Kay.” Her lips twitch in an attempted smile, but it doesn’t quite get there. “Where’s Violet?” she asks, and I hear the hint of fear she tries to hide.

“It’s fine, Kitten, she went back to the playhouse. She didn’t see you, just asked about dinner, and ran away when Hudson suggested pizza. You woke up right after she agreed to more Cheese Louise and went back outside,” I assure her.

She sighs in relief. “Okay, good. I don’t want her to see me like this. I need to get cleaned up before she comes back,”

“Come on, Kitten, I’ll run you a bath,” I offer and reach my hand out for her to take. She smiles up at me, and it’s a lot closer to a real smile than any I’ve seen since she left for the doctor this afternoon.

“That sounds good. Thank you, Nate.” She climbs off of Hudson’s lap after giving him a sweet peck on the cheek. “Thanks for holding me together, Hud.” I hear her whisper to him.

I scoop her off her feet and carry her to her bedroom. Setting her down on the bed, I get the water going. I add some bath salts I find under the sink, hoping they’ll help her relax. With the water running, I go back to Rowe and find her sitting right where I left her, staring off into space.

“Come on, sweet girl, let’s get you out of this dress. I have to say, this isn’t exactly how I envisioned taking it off of you,” I tease her and get a small giggle. I’ll take that as a win. Slowly and methodically I remove her dress and her lingerie, then guide her to the tub. It’s full, so I turn off the water and help her in.

She sinks down into the hot water and I back up. “I’ll let you soak for a while. I’ll be back to check on you, okay Kitten?” I assure her before turning to leave when I get no response. As soon as I turn away I hear a splash and her hand shoots out of the water to grab onto my arm.

“Please don’t go,” she begs me.

I instantly turn around and drop to my knees beside her. “I just thought you'd like a moment to yourself. I won’t leave if you don’t want me to, Kitten.” I kiss her on the forehead and her whole body sags.

“I don’t wanna be alone, Nate,” she confesses. “Will you distract me? I can’t get out of my head. I need to be able to act normal when Violet comes in for dinner, and right now I don’t know how I can do that.” The look on her face guts me. I don’t ever want to see her looking so desolate.

“Anything you need, Kitten. I’ll always give you everything you need,” I remind her earnestly, before leaning forward and kissing her.

Chapter 3

Rowen

Nate leans over the tub, with one hand in my hair holding me still as he devours my mouth. Erasing all other thoughts from my exhausted, overcrowded mind, just like I knew he would. He pulls back so we can breathe, but doesn’t go far, not even releasing my hair from his grasp.

“Are you sure about this, Kitten? I know you’re emotional right now, and I don’t want to take advantage of that.” He searches my eyes.

“I know you wouldn’t, Sir. I need this… Please."

His eyes dilate and his nostrils flare when I call him Sir. That one word, more than anything, tells him how much Ineedthis.

He kisses me again, and it’s like a switch is flipped in him. He consumes me until I’m nothing but a puddle of goo in my bath. I’ve sat up more in the tub so I could reach him better, but now I get up on my knees so I can wrap my arms around him and pull him to me. I’m dripping all over him and the floor, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I care about right now is this man, and how he makes me feel loved, and cherished, and invincible. Nothing could ever hurt me as long as I’m in Nate’s arms.

His hand is still in my hair, grasping gently, the other on my shoulder blades holding me so close to him, I can’t tell where I end and he begins. Moving his hand down my back, he pulls me tighter to his now drenched chest. His hand trails down to cup my ass and I moan. The sound ignites his desire even more and he squeezes my ass. I’m really wishing there wasn’t a tub between us right now.

He finally pulls back again, still not letting go of my hair or my ass. “What are you doing to me, Kitten? I just can’t resist you,” he growls then nips at my lips.

“Good, I don’t want you to resist me… Sir,” I retort sassily. This is exactly what I needed. I knew Nate would understand and wouldn’t hold back from giving me what I need just because of the shit day we’ve had.

He smirks at me, and I can tell he’s got something up his sleeve. By the looks of it, it’s something I’m going to very much enjoy. “Lay back, Kitten,” he commands and I obey so fast I splash even more water out of the tub. “So eager, my Kitten.” He chuckles.

He runs his fingers down my cheek as I look up at him expectantly. Following a trail down my neck to my chest, he pauses to squeeze my breast. Closing my eyes I moan in pleasure. He plucks at my nipple, then slowly moves to my other breast. Repeating his sweet torment, making me moan again. I love the way he touches me. So self-assured, like heknowswhat he’s doing is going to drive me wild, and it does. Every. Time.

I watch him with desperate eyes as he teases me, licking my lips when his hand finally slides down my stomach. He dips his hand into the water to continue his trail to my needy pussy. When he reaches my clit, I jolt at the feeling. I’m so turned on right now, I’m beyond sensitive. He lazily rubs circles on my hard nub until I’m a panting mess. Then he pinches my clit and I cry out.

“Uh-uh, you naughty girl. You know the rules. No coming until I tell you to,” he admonishes me and I wiggle in my spot trying to find some relief. His response to that of course is to pull his hand completely out of the water.

“Noooo,” I cry. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please, I’ll be more careful. I promise,” I rush to say. He can’t stop now. He just can’t.

He sees the look of terror on my face and immediately comforts me, cupping my cheek and kissing me gently. “Kitten, no. Whatever you’re thinking, stop. I’m not leaving you. You’ll get your orgasm, you just have to wait for it,” he chides me, and I sag in relief.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper with a catch in my voice.

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