Page 66 of I Replaced His Husband
He gave me a sad smile and nodded. I leaned in, held him close, then lifted him in my arms and carried him to the bathroom. I set him carefully on his feet, turned on the water, and led him into the shower. The warm streams relaxed him even more as I let the water run over his slender body. I poured some shower gel into my hands and started washing him gently: his arms, neck, chest, and back.
I couldn’t resist moving my hand down to his firm ass, and he let out a soft moan. When my fingers slid between his cheeks to wash him there, he moaned even louder, making my blood rush hot. Leaning over his shoulder, I noticed that he was fully hard. Kay was never much of a challenge in the getting-him-harddepartment, so I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began stroking him slowly, sensually. Within two minutes, he came.
We didn’t say a word. By now, the frequent sex between us almost felt natural. I rinsed him carefully and then started washing his hair. He especially loved the way I massaged his scalp, letting out little gasps and whimpers. It was beyond obvious Kay loved being touched, stroked, pampered, like a cat in heat.
When I was done, I led him out of the shower and began drying him with a towel.
"Can I dry your hair?"
He glanced up at me from under his lashes and nodded. I grabbed the hair dryer, and Kay leaned slightly over the sink, his eyes on the mirror, while I stood behind him and ran my fingers through his long, lush strands as I blew them dry.
For the first time, I saw him with his hair loose. It fell all the way to his hips in thick, rich waves, like jet-black silk.
"You have… such gorgeous hair," I murmured, brushing it out carefully.
I could see in the mirror that his eyes stayed closed for a while, like he was lost in a pleasant trance. Then, slowly, he opened them, fixing his dilated pupils on me in the glass. His look carried that intoxicating mix of arrogance, seduction, and sweetness that made me want to drown in his energy.
The ends of his hair were scattered across his hips and buttocks. I peered down. His pelvis was tilted back, his ass cheeks protruding, almost like a provocation. I instantly felt my own pulse quicken. Fighting the temptation seemed doomed, so I lowered my hand to his crease and gently stroked his wet taint. I was so excited to see him like this, naked, his butt jutting out, his back covered in thick waves of hair.
Two white globes, springy and pert, so inviting… my fingers couldn't tear themselves away from the perfect roundness orfrom his pink entrance. My breath hitched as I noticed he made a very slight movement with his hips, a faint sway, almost like he was encouraging me, so I murmured breathlessly,
"You're too sexy, Kay, I want—can I?"
"Yes."
That was what I was waiting for, so I lowered myself a little and lined up my dick with his entrance. I slid in smoothly, without any resistance; he was dripping wet.
"Fate, so good, feels so fucking good," I breathed in relief.
Kay gasped and threw his head back as I began to move inside him, which instantly had him moaning and groaning. Unbelievable, he was hard again! It seemed incredible how the pregnancy hormones affected his sexual libido. Or was there more to this mystery?
About four minutes later, we came together. Feeling drained, I hid my face in a thick mass of his hair and panted for a while. He was leaning over the sink with his head slightly bowed.
When my breathing evened out, I took the paper towels and gently cleaned his crease and dick. I also wiped the sink because it was covered with semen. Kay watched me in silence.
After I was done, I braided his hair. While I was doing it, he observed me in the mirror, his expression hard to decipher, his energy slightly tumultuous.
"Well, it's finished. Now we just need to get dressed, and then we can go to the police station."
Kay looked at me like he wanted to ask for something but changed his mind. He just went to the closet to find some clothes while I returned to my room to get some clean pants since mine were splashed with blood. Once we were ready, we headed downstairs.
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My brothers’ voices from the living room sounded tense. When we walked in, their eyes locked onto us. Adam looked a bit uneasy, while Marco seemed focused.
"Are we heading out now?" I asked, trying to stay calm, mentally bracing myself.
Adam stood up, his mouth twitching into a half-smile. "Glad that knot went down. With Rain’s blockers, all kinds of things may happen," he muttered, just a little sarcastic.
Neither Rain nor I responded to him.
"There’s one more thing," Marco said, hesitating a little. "You mentioned Harry grabbed your neck. We were talking, and… well, it could help our case if you had bruises there when we go to the station."
I stared at him, surprised. But what he said actually made sense. Visible signs of Dawson’s aggression could work in our favor, especially in court. I rubbed my chin, thinking it over. It would hurt, yeah, but the risk might be worth it. Rain’s eyes were fixed on my face, intense, but I ignored that for now.
"That’s not a bad idea," I said.
"Whoa! Who’s supposed to make those bruises?" Rain asked, immediately suspicious.
