Page 15 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

“I should have fucked you years ago.”

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Abagail was so sore.

The bed was warm and comforting, but she dragged herself from the sheets and steadied herself before she stood up. Revenge fuck wasn’t one she’d done before, but she had to say, revenge tasted sweet. Especially when it came in the form of Nicola.

Her knees threatened to give out as she stood at the edge of the bed and stretched up on her toes. The numerous toys they’d tried and used were left abandoned all over the bed itself, the nightstand, and even the floor. Abagail’s lips quirked upward. Who knew that Nicola had such a side of kink to her? Surely Warren had never gotten this kind of special treatment.

Not that she really wanted to think about her nephew’s sex life. Nope. She could stay far away from that train of thought and be very happy to live into another day. Abagail ran her hand against the back of her head and then down her neck, rubbing out some of the knots that had accrued in the muscles there.

Nicola slept peacefully on the mattress, the blanket wrapped around her legs and pressed against her chest, but her back bare, the curve of her waist and ass showing to anyone who might walk by. Abagail snagged her phone and sent a text to delaybreakfast another hour so she had time to clean up and relax her aching body.

Bending down slowly and carefully, Abagail picked up the toys on the floor first. She put them into a pile on the end of the bed so that she could clean them later. She didn’t trust anyone to clean them like she did, wanting to make sure that they were scrubbed and sanitized exactly like they should be.

Nicola hadn’t stirred yet, so Abagail walked around to the other side of the bed and brushed her fingers across Nicola’s cheek. “You need to wake up.”

“Too early,” Nicola grumbled.

Abagail’s lips quirked upward slightly, which was a surprise. Normally she hated when her lovers pushed back at her, but something in the way Nicola did it was adorable. “We need to shower and clean up from last night.”

Nicola groaned and buried her face in the pillow. “Later.”

“No. Now.” Abagail leaned down Nicola’s body and grabbed her ass, squeezing. “Get up.” With one more squeeze, Abagail stood up and made her way into the hallway, stepping over Nicola’s clothes. “Bathroom’s across the hall.”

“Are we showering together?” Nicola asked, suddenly sounding far more awake than she had five seconds ago.

Abagail didn’t answer her. Instead, she walked directly into the bathroom, peed, and then turned on the water as hot as she could stand it. By the time the bathroom door opened and closed again, Abagail had already been standing under the spray and letting the heat work its magic on her body.

“Are we really showering together?” Nicola asked, holding open the glass door to the shower.

Abagail frowned, looking over Nicola’s very naked body which now included bruises from a few bites that Abagail had managed to give her last night. “Only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to.” Nicola grinned brightly. “It’s just… not something I ever thought you’d be interested in doing.”

“Hmm…” Abagail held out her hand for Nicola to take. Once their fingers connected, Abagail’s heart stuttered slightly and her knees went weak. The heat must be too much. She’d turn the temperature down in a second. “I can be a lot more adventurous than most people think.”

“I’ll say.” Nicola pressed Abagail into the cold tiled wall.

Abagail grunted, but it felt nice against her skin. Nicola winked at her before slowly sliding down to her knees, her back and feet in the edges of the spray. She dropped kisses against Abagail’s skin, the tops of her breasts, her nipples, and over her stomach. Instinctively, Abagail parted her legs, leaving just enough space for Nicola to fit right between them.

This hadn’t been her intention when inviting Nicola into the shower this morning. She’d assumed that their little tryst was over and done with, but they did need to clean themselves up to prevent potential infections. Abagail’s heart hammered when Nicola’s mouth covered her clit, when her fingers slid inside her again. Abagail pressed her head back against the wall, holding onto the soap dispenser to keep herself upright.

Fuck.Nicola had been right. Doing this years ago would have been amazing. Nicola should have been hers this entire time instead of Warren’s. He’d been hiding this hot young fox and tamping her down, hadn’t he? He probably didn’t even know what to do with someone like Nicola.

“You taste so fucking good,” Nicola muttered against Abagail’s body before diving back in.

Abagail clenched her eyes shut tight, the heat from the shower and the arousal coiling together and threatening to overwhelm her. She pressed her toes hard into the shower floor to keep herself upright as Nicola pulled her thigh overher shoulder to get a better—deeper—angle. Abagail cried out loudly, just trying to keep up with all of the sensations.

She pushed Nicola’s head away, really needing to give her body some sort of respite from orgasming. Last night had been long and sweet and amazing, but she did need to let her muscles recuperate a bit before they continued. Well, not that they were going to do that anyway.

Pulling Nicola to stand up, Abagail turned herself so she was completely under the hot spray of water. How was she going to handle this? Normally when she went into flings, there was a lot of conversation ahead of time about the expectations of the relationship and just how long everything was going to last.

She and Nicola had started that conversation, but they’d both been intoxicated and they hadn’t come to any sort of agreement—at least not formally. Brushing her hands through her hair, she was surprised when Nicola pressed hands to her hips and pulled her out of the water and flipped places.

“We should probably talk about what happens next,” Abagail started, introducing Nicola to the conversation that had been racing through her mind all morning.

Nicola winked at her and dipped her head under the spray. Water sluiced its way over her shoulders, her breasts, against her hardened nipples, and down her body. Abagail followed it, her gaze lingering right between Nicola’s legs, right where she wanted to find herself again. It was just the fact that she was so used to having one or two weeks with her flings, and only having one night with Nicola was throwing off her rhythm.

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