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“Why the hell do I need to buy you a new shirt?” he demanded. “You’re the one who insisted on babysitting the weapon of mass defecation, not me.”

She cursed as she tried to peel off one side of the shirt, but got caught on the thin straps around her neck. She cut those, then peeled off each piece and dropped it to the floor. One thing became very clear, very fast. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples pebbled against the cool air, and he was powerless to look away, even as she stripped off her pants and tiny white cotton thong. He had to force himself to tear his gaze away before his cock got hard. He did not need an erection while holding a baby still covered in shit.

“Goddamn it, let’s just get him cleaned up so I can get some new clothes on,” she growled as she stalked toward the shower, perfectly confident in her own skin. Though he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she moved, trying hard not to stare at her waxed pussy, or the way her lithe muscles bunched and flexed with each step. He knew Glitch worked out, but he could now clearly see the results of her efforts.

Intense desire burned through him and he nearly groaned. God, why the fuck was he getting so turned on? He was around naked women all the time and he never had this issue. Sure, he would get aroused, but this was ten times the intensity. He wanted desperately to clean up Harley, find a safe place to lay him down for a nap, and then give her his full attention. In the shower, bent over the vanity, against the wall, anywhere.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to pay attention to the baby as she stepped inside. “Okay, now what do we do?” Glitch asked, looking at Harley apprehensively. He was still crying, but it wasn’t nearly as loud as before. He seemed to be tiring himself out, not that Code blamed him. The poor kid was probably exhausted.

“Well, you can hold him and I’ll get him out of his clothes and diaper, or I can hold him and you clean him up,” Code said simply.

Glitch shuddered and held out her hands. “Give him to me. You can get him out of his shitty clothes.”

“Oh, sure, leave me with the shit work,” Code grumbled, but did as she requested.

She gingerly held Harley in her hands with her arms extended away from her body and said, “Okay, get to it, caveman, because the last thing I need is to be around your naked ass longer than I need to be.” Her eyes moved down over his chest and then below his waist, and her gaze froze on his erection. He mentally cursed, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. She was standing here naked, and he was just supposed to ignore that? Not bloody likely, he thought grimly, as he tried to distract himself by figuring out the best way to get Harley out of his clothes. Thankfully he was only dressed in a onesie, but the problem was he was reaching for the area worst hit by the explosion.

He really was never having kids.

Glitch hadn’t said anything. Instead, she pulled her gaze back up to his and focused on helping to move the baby as he needed. He didn’t know whether to take that as an insult or not, and honestly, he really wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

It didn’t matter anyway. The two of them couldn’t stand each other the majority of the time, and no matter how attractive he found her, he wasn’t about to allow his body to rule his mind.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

GLITCH

Any other time she might have made another comment about Code’s dick, but when you were holding a crying baby covered in poop, it didn’t exactly seem like an opportune moment. Not to mention, there was something about watching him with Harley, and the way the steam surrounded him while water dripped down his body, that made her lady bits stand up and take notice.

Not that she should be noticing. Hell, she had seen naked men aplenty, and some of them with bigger and prettier dicks, but there was something about Code that made him indiscernibly more attractive. Why she was noticing that, she didn’t know, but she would blame it on the fumes from the poo-pocalypse. Besides, he was the reason she was here in the first place. Well, at the clubhouse, but partially the shower thing. If he had moved a little faster and gotten Harley out of that sling and into his arms, then he would be the only one enduring a feces facial, and she wouldn’t have had to cut up her favorite top.

She scowled at that. There were very few clothes that fit her just right, especially because of her smaller frame and smaller breasts, so when she lost a piece of clothing, it didn’t exactly please her. That particular top had been one of her absolute favorites, and she wasn’t sure they were making them anymore. Which damn well sucked. She’d have to do another search to see if she could find a replacement.

“What are you glaring at me for now?” Code asked in exasperation as he finally got the onesie off a now screaming Harley. The baby did not like having that thing go over his head, or his arms pulled out of the sleeves. Code tossed the soiled onesie out of the shower and into the pile of dirty clothes on the floor, before he looked warily at the diaper. “I don’t know why I have to do this,” he huffed. “I should be making you handle this disaster.”

“And deprive you of this joy?” she asked him with a snicker. “I don’t think so. Just take it off as quick as you can and toss it. Then we can work on getting us all clean.” Code glared but reached for the diaper. It took a minute, and there was some gagging involved, but Code finally got the diaper off. Thankfully, Glitch had dragged the garbage bin right up to the shower, and he dropped the rancid thing into the pail with a wetslop.

“There. Now you get to clean him up,” Code told her as he reached around to grab the baby soap and washcloth.

“And how am I supposed to do that, genius?” she asked drily. “Or am I just supposed to somehow magically maneuver him?”

Code sighed, set the bottle and cloth back down, then reached out and took a still crying Harley from her arms. “God, kid, you really do have a set of lungs on you,” he groaned. He looked back at Glitch. “There, try now.”

Glitch moved to grab the items, but she had to reach around him for them, which meant her body had to brush his. She heard him bite back a moan when her hip brushed against his hard cock, and she bit back a smug grin. Looked like someone didn’t have as big a problem with her small breasts as he claimed. Any other time, she might have said something, but there was a crying baby that needed cleaned, so she pulled away and resumed her task.

She cooed and soothed Harley as she gently washed him. His cries, thankfully, died down as she started to clean him up, and he stared at her. She grinned at him, lapsing into some baby talk as he started to smile at her. “You’re such a sweet boy,” she cooed at him as she put some soap in her palms and started to spread it over his arms and chest.

“He might be sweet but he can give some of the guys a run for their money with the smells that have come out of him,” Code joked as he carefully moved him so the water could wash him off, mindful to keep the spray out of his face.

“But at least he’s cute when he does it,” she said easily as she moved down to clean his lower half. “Alright, turn him over so we can get his butt and back,” she ordered, easing back slightly.

Code expertly turned Harley so he was balanced over his forearm, his hand cupping the baby’s face and neck to keep him steady. Glitch watched him, and had a moment of realization that Code really was good with babies. And even though she normally wouldn’t care about such things, her ovaries were standing up to take notice. She really needed to get a grip, because she had no reason to be feeling this way toward this man. Instead, she focused on getting Harley cleaned. Thankfully she was able to get him done quickly and easily.

“Alright, you take him so I can get cleaned,” Code said briskly, carefully moving Harley back into the crook of his arm before extending him to Glitch. Glitch took him and put him to her shoulder, and watched Code as he turned and put himself under the water before reaching to grab the body wash in the corner. Glitch glanced at Harley who was starting to doze on her shoulder, and she smiled. But when she turned her gaze back to Code, her smile slipped when a fire roared to life in her belly that she wasn’t prepared for.

Maybe it was the steam in the shower messing with her head, but she had never seen a sexier ass than Code’s. It was perfectly rounded, muscular, and flexing with each movement as he cleaned himself. She had an unexplainable urge to lean forward, lick every droplet of water from his skin, and then take a nice big bite. She smothered a moan, pressing her thighs together to try and ease the sensations building between her legs, but instead only made it worse as her clit started to throb. She cursed under her breath and forced herself to look away from him.

She needed to get a grip, she told herself. Code was not a man she needed to find herself attracted to. Was he hot? Yes, but he was also a pain in her ass, and she had no time for a man in her life. Her team was the most important thing to her, and they were her family. Not to mention, she couldn’t forget he was the reason she was here in the clubhouse in the first place. That had to stay at the forefront of her mind.

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