Page 31 of Twice the Rivalry

“Alright, your turn,” Code announced, pulling her attention back to him. He set his things down and held out his hands for the baby, but as soon as she tried to pull Harley from her shoulder, he burrowed in further and let out a contented sigh.

“He’s sleeping,” she told Code.

Code looked at the sleeping baby, and his eyes softened slightly. “Gonna be hard for you to get clean if you’re holding him,” he pointed out.

“Just put some soap on a washcloth for me and I’ll figure it out,” she said with a sigh. “He’s finally not screaming, and I don’t enjoy the idea of him starting up again.”

Code glanced around and said, “I don’t think we have another one. Just the one I used and the one for Harley.”

She huffed. “Fine, hand me yours.”

He smirked as he got her the cloth and put some more soap on it for her. “You’re not afraid of what people will say if you’re walking around smelling like me?” he teased her. “People really wonder if you’re secretly obsessed with me.”

“I’ll tell them all about your tiny dick and they’ll realize how wrong they are,” she told him easily as she awkwardly washed her arm and the side of her neck Harley wasn’t slumbering on. She realized pretty quickly this wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought.

Code huffed out a sigh. “Give it to me,” he ordered, reaching out and snatching the cloth from her. “We’ll be in here forever if we leave this up to you.”

She glared at him. “Well, excuse me. It’s not like I’ve ever been in this situation before,” she sneered. “And don’t you dare try to get fresh with me, either.”

“Get fresh with you?” he repeated with a scoff. “High school called, it wants its innuendo back. Then again, I suppose that makes sense with you. You still look like a teenager.” He briskly got to work on washing her arm and hands, then moving to her stomach.

She’d be lying if she didn’t admit that she found the whole experience unnerving, especially with how close he got to the lower part of her stomach. Her muscles quivered under the movement of his hand; she just had to pray he didn’t notice. And, that he didn’t realize how his touch affected her. When he got back up to her chest, he paused and glanced down into her eyes. Her breath caught when she saw the desire burning back at her. The tension between them rose as they continued to stare at each other, the heat of the shower making her feel far warmer than she was.

At least, that was what she was telling herself. God, what was wrong with her? Here she was, naked in the shower with her enemy, and instead of blasting him like she should have been, she was letting him touch her and make her feel a desire she had no business feeling.

“You should probably put him on your other shoulder so I can finish,” Code rumbled, the gruffness in his voice sending a shiver down her spine. Without a word, she did as he suggested, soothing Harley when he let out a sound of distress at being moved, but thankfully he went right back to sleep, clearly exhausted after his ordeal. Code remained still for a moment, before he finally moved and pressed the cloth to her chest. She let out a soft hiss of breath at the way the cloth moved over her hard nipple, the sensation making her clit throb and her stomach clench.

Her breasts might not be the biggest, but they were definitely sensitive.

Code’s eyes immediately moved up to hers, and she gritted out, “Hurry up. I’m getting cold.” A lie, considering her body was on fire, but he didn’t need to know that.

He held her gaze as he moved the cloth back up over her chest to her collarbone, shoulder, and neck, quickly cleaning her off. It felt like she was having an out of body experience, because surely, this wasn’t her. She wasn’t allowing this to happen. God, she didn’t even like him, so how was he making her feel this way?

Suddenly, as quickly as tension was there, it was gone as he blinked, seeming to realize what was happening. He quickly pulled away and tossed the cloth to the floor. “Rinse off,” he said gruffly, before turning and stepping out of the shower, but not before she caught a glimpse of the hard-on he was sporting. Good to know she wasn’t the only one affected, she supposed as she turned into the spray to wash off, covering Harley to make sure he didn’t get any water in his little face.

When she turned around and stepped out of the shower, he stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, and another one in his hands. When she stepped forward, he said, “Give me Harley, I’ll get him dried off and in a diaper.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he gave her a hard look. “Don’t argue, Glitch. We’ve spent too much time in here as it is.”

Glitch glared at him. “Well, excuse me,” she sniffed as she placed the baby into the towel, something he did not appreciate, judging by the cry that came from his mouth. “Maybe if someone hadn’t been so entranced by my boobs, we would have been a little quicker,” she told him as she turned and grabbed a towel for herself out of the cabinet, since the asshole hadn’t thought to get her one. “For someone who’s kept up a running commentary about them, as soon as you saw them, your brain turned to mush. Men really do only think with their dicks.” She dried herself off and turned back to find him just finishing up with the baby, then wrapping him in another towel that she hadn’t seen on the vanity.Asshole, she thought as she huffed.

Before he could reply, the door to the bathroom flew open, and in stepped Steel with Harlow hot on his heels. Both of them stopped short, and Harlow gasped as her eyes went to the pile of soiled clothes. Steel glared at Code as he immediately took his son, making Code roll his eyes. “You’re welcome,” Code said sarcastically.

“What the hell happened?” Steel demanded. “And why the hell are you two naked?”

Glitch glared at him. “Your son unleashed a literal shit storm all over the both of us,” she informed him in annoyance. She waved her free hand at the pile on the floor. “Or would you like to check those out for yourself?”

“And that required you both to shower together?” Harlow asked, looking a bit more relaxed than earlier, though still tired. Her lips twitched as she tried to hide a grin.

“It was that or we stood dripping shit everywhere,” Glitch told her with a heavy sigh. “I lost my favorite shirt too. I’ll probably never find another one like it.”

“What did that have to do with you being naked?” Steel demanded suspiciously.

Glitch gave him a bland look. “Well, considering I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the only underwear I had was a tiny thong, well, my only choice was naked. Any more ridiculous questions?”

Steel scowled at her, but Harlow laughed. “We’ve been on the receiving end of one of his blowouts already and we ended up in the exact same position as you,” she admitted. “Come on, Steel, don’t be a sour puss. Let’s get our boy dressed and head home. I need a longer nap, and you can handle him for a little while.” She gave Glitch a grateful smile. “Thank you, Glitch, for helping me earlier. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Glitch said with a smile. “Happy to help. Though, I hope next time is cleaner. I think I have Post-Traumatic Shit Disorder,” she teased.

The two of them headed out after grabbing the diaper bag, leaving Code and Glitch behind. Glitch gave Code a sideways glance. “What are we doing with the shit pile?” she asked curiously.

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