Page 63 of Unfulfilled Promises
I offered her my hands to help her stand, and when I saw her grimace from pain, I wanted to sweep her back into my arms but knew it wasn’t the right moment. Holding her hand in mine, we walked to the dresser, and I opened the drawers she indicated so she could grab what she needed. After making sure she had everything, I assisted her into the bathroom. It was a large bathroom with a double sink, standup shower, deep soaking tub, and a door that I assumed concealed the toilet.
“Would you mind leaving the door open, just in case?”
“Do you need help getting undressed?”
“I think I can get it, but thank you,” she replied.
“Call out and I’ll be right here,” I returned and pecked her on the cheek before walking out, leaving the door open as she requested.
I heard the shower turn on and took a seat at the foot of the bed. Spying wasn’t my game, especially with Regan, who had been dealt too many disloyalties in her life. While I couldn’t see her in the shower, I could see the front of the counter where she tossed the clothes she had on.
Sitting on her bed, I glanced around the room and noticed there were very little personal touches. There was one photoon the dresser of a much younger Regan flanked by Rhys and James. They were smiling, dressed in oversized sunglasses and crazy hats. Seeing them like that gave me hope that she would smile like that again one day.
“Seth,” Regan said, and I jumped up and walked to the open door.
“Yes, baby?” I asked, wanting to rush in but trying to give her the privacy she was entitled to.
“I . . . I need help.” I stepped into the bathroom and saw her sitting on the floor of the glass shower.
Rushing over, I couldn’t see what the problem was because the glass was mostly fogged-over from steam.
“What can I do?” I asked, and she turned and looked up at me.
“Can you help get this blood off me?”
“Is it okay if I open the door?”
“Yes.”
I slipped my boots off and kicked them to the side before tossing my phone and sidearm onto the counter. Returning to the shower, I spoke to her before I made any moves. “I’m gonna get in and help you up. Do you need help washing or just staying upright?”
“Both,” she admitted.
Opening the glass door, I saw how exhausted she was and I wanted to kick my own ass for not suggesting she wait until Hannah was back. But we were here now, and I wasn’t going to back away when my woman needed me. She was soaking wet, naked, and vulnerable, and I wanted to tread lightly.
“I’m going to lift you under your arms and put you on the ledge behind you, then we’ll get you cleaned up.”
“You don’t have to keep your clothes on.” She lifted her eyes and said the one thing I hoped I had relayed to her. “I trust you.”
Making quick work, I removed my shirt, pants, and socks, leaving my boxer briefs in place. This wasn’t the time for that, and I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea. Stepping in, I squatted in front of her as the warm spray splashed down my back.
“You ready?” She nodded, so I slipped my hands under her arms, making sure to avoid any personal areas as I lifted her into the air. Placing her on the small ledge, I stepped closer and pulled a shower massager from the wall, using the spray to wet the rest of her hair.
Her wound was wrapped securely, and Doc said it was okay to get it wet as long as we changed the bandage afterward. Regan closed her eyes as I ran my fingers over her head, making sure all the stands were wet, and when I rubbed her scalp, she moaned into the shower, and I willed my cock to stay down. She didn’t need my needy dick poking her in the eye while I was trying to get her clean.
Twisting, I grabbed the bottle labeled ‘shampoo’, and she looked up at me before lifting her hand into the air. I poured some into her palm and watched as she washed her hair. Rinsing the suds from her head, I found the conditioner and lifted it. She shook her head, so I returned it to the holder on the wall. Next, I grabbed her poofy sponge and handed it to her before finding some sweet-smelling body wash and dumping some onto the poof. I tried not to look at her naked form, but I couldn’t help it. She was so fucking beautiful, and watching the water cascade down her pert breasts and across her stomach made wicked thoughts jump into my head.
“I need to stand up,” Regan remarked, and I returned the massager to the holder and helped her stand.
Regan wobbled on her feet, and I reached out, holding onto her shoulders until she was steady. Her eyes lifted to mine, and I kept our gazes locked as she used the poof below her waist.When she was finished, she reached up and handed it to me. I glanced and saw it was still full of suds, so I took it and quickly washed my body as she sat back down on the ledge, allowing the water to rinse her body.
Turning away from her, I pulled the front of my briefs out and washed my manhood, hoping the stimulation wouldn’t wake up the beast. When I was done, I turned back around, and what I saw made me drop the poof, no longer caring about anything but the beautiful sight in front of me.
Regan was leaned back with one leg propped on the small ledge and her fingers running through her wet pussy. Her eyes were hooded, and she stared at me as she leisurely pleasured herself.
“Regan, baby, I only have so much restraint. If you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me hungry . . . and I know what I want to eat.”
“No one’s stopping you,” she replied, and I wanted to fall to my knees.
