Page 125 of Love Me Again

“What were you doing that made you come in your boxers at thirteen?” Shayla questions curiously, I can hear the amusement in her voice, and I grin, biting her hip gently before I suck hard, leaving a nice love bite.

“What any horny teenage boy would do,” I answer, rubbing her bum while I walk up the steps. “Humping.”

I hear her giggle, “Humping what?”

“None of your business.” I spank her, and she whimpers with a laugh.

“But baby…”

“It’s private,” I mutter, setting her down on her feet once we reach the bathroom. She looks up at me with those big green eyes, and I groan.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” She urges, raising her brow, and I look over her face while she pushes my shirt off my shoulder and drops a kiss on my chest, peeking up at me through her lashes.

“Tell me what?” I ask, intrigued as I unbutton my trousers. Shayla gets undressed and walks back toward the bathtub, beckoning me to her with her finger. I take my pants and boxers off and clean myself off with a washcloth before walking over to her. She runs the bath and turns to look up at me. “Tell me what?” I press, pulling her against me.

“The naughty things I did to myself.” Shayla hums sultrily, running her fingers over my torso.

“Mm, you got yourself a deal,” I murmur, drawing her lips to mine for a slow and deliberate kiss while the bathtub fills. Shayla whispers the things she did, and I found myself getting hard all over again.

“I’m going to need a visual. You’ll be doing that again while I watch.” I request lifting her into my arms bridal style and carry her to the bathtub.

Shayla laughs.

“Fine, but in return, you’ll do your thing while I watch.” She grins, and I frown, settling behind her.

“Really? Mine is nowhere near as sexy as yours.”

“Maybe not to you...” She moans while leaning back against my chest. I look down at her, and she lifts her eyes to look at me.

“You’re a really strange girl,” I utter, kissing her temple, and she laughs, running her hands over my thighs. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Shayla sighs, lacing her fingers with mine, and I watch while she plays with my fingers. “I want to help people.” She states, and I frown a little, waiting for her to continue. “People like Hannah, to be precise. People who have suffered as I have.”

“Okay, how are you planning to help them?”

Shayla twirls my wedding band, “I was thinking I could be an advocate for women or men, even children who have suffered assault and are struggling to open up like I was. It’s scary the number of people that suffer or have suffered through some sort of assault. Thirty percent—that's really high.”

“Are you sure you’re up for it? It can be emotionally draining and might trigger your own fears and anxiety listening to others tell their story.” I state, and she nods, brushing her lips over my fingers.

“I’ll be fine.” She assures me, “I’ve dealt with my demons.”

I press my nose to her hair and inhale her scent, “If it’s going to make you happy, I'll support you all the way with whatever you choose to do.” Shayla looks up at me and smiles, lacing her fingers with mine. “You’re going to change the world someday, Shayla Hoult.” I declare with a smile, and she closes her eyes when I kiss her forehead.

“I doubt it but thank you for believing in me.”

“How can I not when you’ve changed my whole world, baby. I have no doubt you’ll do the same for others too, just as you did for Hannah today.” I murmur in her ear affectionately, and she sighs, relaxing into me. I don’t doubt for a second that she will succeed in helping people, she’s the kindest person I know, and she has a light in her that people are drawn to.

I just hope she doesn’t break herself again in the process.

“I hope so.”

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