Page 124 of Desiring an Angel

A tinge of red swirled through the water draining in front of us, but it didn’t gross me out, and it sure as hell wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about.

Skylar belonged to me. To Ash. Every delicious inch of her.

And I couldn’t wait until my lover returned home so we could both love on her thoroughly in the way she deserved.

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Skylar

Rhett wrecked me in the best way possible, once more allowing intimacy like we’d shared on the couch all those weeks ago. He kept nothing from me. He also wouldn’t allow me to hide my feelings.

Everything about him felt good because it wasn’t just fucking. It was a sharing of emotion, of souls.

I didn’t argue when he once more washed me between my tender thighs. Didn’t shy away when he hopped from the shower first to get me a towel, determined to dry every inch of my body. Blood stained the towel when he wiped between my thighs, but I didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed.

He retrieved a pad from beneath the sink and gave it to me while kissing my forehead. “I’ll go get you some underwear.”

My heart swooned along with my knees, and I sank onto the toilet, too tired to even think about his lack of being grossed out.

Rhett knelt and slid a dark pair of my underwear up my prickly legs, making no mention of the fact I needed to shave.

I stared at him, unmoving, pad clutched in my hand.

No mask closed him off to me as his eyes met mine. “Okay?” he asked, rubbing his hands over my calf muscles.

“Why aren’t you grossed out?” I blurted and bit the inside of my lip.

“It’s a natural part of life, and you’re going to be sharing in ours, so why hide from it?”

“You’re strange,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Chuckling, he plucked the pad from my hand.

Heat flooded my face. “I’ll do it—” I reached to grab it from him, but he yanked his arm back.

“Someday, you’re going to bear Ashton a child, and I plan on being beside you both every second, every step of the way. I’ve done my homework—I know what happens to a woman’s body after giving birth.”

He peeled open the wrapper, removed the tabs, and stuck the pad onto the inside of my panties stretched between my thighs.

“I’m going to die,” I muttered, hiding my hot face in my hands.

Rhett grabbed my wrists and pulled them down, making me meet his gaze. Warmth filled his dark eyes along with a bit of laughter.

“You’re insufferable,” I stated with a huff, and he leaned in to kiss me soundly on the mouth.

“And you’re delicious.” He grabbed some toilet paper.

“Nuh uh. Nope. No way.” I clamped my knees together and held out my hand. “Give me that.”

He allowed me to wipe myself but didn’t move away from where he knelt in front of me.

I shifted to get up, and he helped me pull up my panties before standing.

We brushed our teeth side by side, him gloriously naked, me in diaper-like stuffed undies. Whatever embarrassment I’d felt earlier had dissolved, and once we crawled into bed and he shoved a thigh between mine to rest against my padded core, I couldn’t find a single care to give.

I closed my eyes, and all thoughts shut down.

Ashton stayed in the hospital for two more nights, and the morning Rhett went to bring him back to us, I took the day off from bagging groceries to clean our home from top to bottom. It was more nervous energy than anything that had me scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees even though the cleaning ladies were set to arrive on Friday.

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