Page 148 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
I grinned at him. “You’re just jealous that you haven’t gotten to be my backpack.”
“Oh, I’d love to see that,” Gwen breathed.
Me, too. Not that mine was made for two alphas.
“Why do you even have a motorcycle? You’re going to get hurt.” He frowned, concern wafting off him as the phone beeped again.
Awww. Tenzin was worried?
“I used to help my grandpa and uncle fix theirs. I’ve been riding around on them for years. Always wanted one of my own.” I bought it out of my second paycheck. The first mostly went to my parents. Though driving out here differed from farm country.
“I see.” Tenzin picked up his phone off the nightstand. He frowned at it and sighed.
“I used to help my Gramps fix his antique cars. Is Cooter summoning you?” Gwen looked at Tenzin.
“Yes. Unfortunately, I need to go.” He grimaced and rolled out of bed.
“I understand. I have things today, too,” she told him.
Tenzin got dressed, as I continued to hold Gwen tight, since she showed no interest in moving.
“I hope you’re feeling better. I’ll see you later.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.
I looked at him longingly, wishing I’d get a kiss, too, as I recalled him holding me last night, making me tea.
Tenzin reached out and ran his hand through my hair. “I appreciate you both sharing your stories.”
He slipped out the door, closing it behind him.
“I should take a quick shower. It’s nearly time to go to the spa. We’re getting massages and facials and I don’t even have to pay for it. Then we’re going to do each other’s hair and makeup,” Gwen told me, still not moving.
“Do you want me to shower with you? Soap you up really good. Wash your hair.”Make love to you against the wall.I ran my hand down her face, and she shuddered slightly. Hearing herstory was devastating. Gwen was so young when it all happened. That asshole stole her childhood from her. She probably wanted some comfort.
Also, I had an alpha need to comfort her and reassure her.
She nodded. “Please?”
We got into the shower and I took extra care in soaping her up, my hands gliding across her breasts, her stomach.
A groan escaped her lips as I soaped her lower half, and her arousal filled the shower.
“Do you like shower sex?” I whispered in her ear, as I slipped a finger inside her trembling passage, the warm spray coming down on us.
“Very much,” she murmured, snagging my lips, arms wrapping around me.
“Can I make love to you bare?” I pressed her up against the shower wall. I was pretty sure I knew the real reason she’d been so upset this morning. It had nothing to do with being brokenornot being taken care of well enough last night.
She nodded and wrapped her hand around my hard dick, guiding me into her waiting warmth.
My lips crashed into her, as I fully entered her, taking her hands and holding them up against the wall. I kicked her legs out slightly, so I could get her at precisely the right angle.
“Clark,” she gasped, as I hit that spot over and over, relishing in her expression as I pounded her into the shower wall.
I loved making her feel good.
“You feel amazing,” I told her as I thrust in and out. “Do you want my knot? We don’t have to.”
Her eyes met mine. “Can you hold me under the shower spray until it deflates?”
