Page 60 of Fight For Us
“And it’s not going anywhere. Come on, you go shower first. You’ll feel better.” He pressed his palm against my lower back and gave me a small push toward our en suite bathroom, where yet another unpacked box waited for me.
“I forgot about this box. Where are we going to fit anymore stuff in here? What time does Target close? Maybe I can go pickup some more shelves.” I poked around the bathroom, taking mental measurements.
“My suggestion is still on the table,” Wes said. “You know you want to.”
“Absolutely not. We’re not moving into a bigger house.” He’s brought up hissuggestioneveryday since we got married. And yeah, it would be nice to have more space, but why would I uproot Alex and get him used to that, just for us to have to move again in six months?
“We could find a place with double sinks in the bathroom,” he teased. “And extra closets.”
That did sound amazing but I’d stay strong. “As much as I’d love that, no. I can barely afford the rent on this place and I already told you I didn’t want to have to move Alex again.”
“Money isn’t an issue. If we need more space, I’ll take care of it.”
“Wes,” I narrowed my eyes at his stupidly handsome, smirking face but decided I was too tired to argue. Instead, I sighed and pushed the box aside so I could shower.
“No argument? You’re getting soft on me, Tiger.” He chuckled and added, “I’ll start looking for bigger places.”
I pulled my hair tie out and started the water, ignoring his comment. If he wanted to I wouldn’t stop him, but there was no way I’d move.
“Oh and I forgot to tell you, Shawn said he’d help me go through my storage room and load the truck up.”
Wait, was I hearing him correctly? “You’re telling me you have more stuff?”
“Yeah. Did you think this was everything?”
Oh, hell no.
“Let’s talk about this later.” Steam fogged up the glass shower door and I couldn’t wait for the hot water to hit my tired muscles. Wes cleared his throat and walked out, hopefully to go check on the kids.
I closed the bathroom door, pulled off my sweaty clothes, pushed Wes’s teakwood shower bench back, and stepped into the blissfully hot water. Damn I was tightly wound. This entire day had been more than a reality check. I’d call it a reality smack to the face.
Wes’s bench caught my eye again, along with his body wash. Without thinking, I opened it and took a whiff. My whole bedroom would smell like this now… Like him.
My face flushed as I pictured him soaping up his tight abs, grazing his hand lower until he teased the base of his cock. I squeezed a small amount of it into my hand and lathered it into my skin, copying the path I’d imagine him taking. Hot water pulsed against my sensitive nipples and I opened my eyes with a frustrated huff.
I needed a release and there was no way I’d ask Wes to help me out with my predicament. Not like he’d want to, anyway. Grabbing the shower head, I eyed his bench. It felt wrong to sit on it to get myself off, but God, I was exhausted.
I sat and twisted the setting until it reached the perfect amount of pulsing pressure. With my legs spread, I slowly lowered it until the spray hit my clit just right. It felt so good, I knew I could get there fast. I let my head fall back against the cool tile and closed my eyes, focusing on the building tension wrapping itself around my muscles. The water pounded against my sensitive clit as I climbed higher and higher. I rocked my hips, grinding the head against me and moving it in a circular motion.Yes.Wes would work me like this. I knew it. He’d talk me through it, calling me his Tiger while his dark eyes devoured me.
I was so close.Right there. My legs shook, my pussy spasmed, and the mounting tension snapped as a wave of euphoria washed over me.
“Wes… Oh, God!”Shit.My breaths rolled out in heaving pants and I bit my bottom lip hard to keep quiet.
There were no words. I’d never made myself come that hard. Maybe I should have been concerned that I came with Wes’s name on my lips, but I felt too damn good to care. I stood on shaky legs to put the showerhead back in place, laughing at the absurdity of my life. How in the world was I supposed to sleep next to this man after what I’d just done?
Chapter 25
Wes
Holy fuck. I closedmy eyes and forced my breathing to slow. Maybe she wasn’t getting herself off? Maybe I’d overheard her talking to herself?
No, the way she sounded, she was definitely coming. My cock thickened almost painfully imagining what she was doing in there. Was she sliding her fingers through her slick pussy right now?
Fuck.
It was literally day one of living together and my cock was already about to fall off. Then again, I’ve wanted Olivia for months, picturing scenarios just like this one when I’ve fisted myself in the shower.
I needed tomake a move.
