Page 45 of Mine To Honor (Southern Wedding)

“Oh, good God,” I mumble.

“Throw out those clothes, too,” he urges, and all I do is walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I take one look down and see chunks of white mixed with pieces of berries. “Maybe we should have not done the fruit.” I peel the clothes down my body, tossing them into the trash bin, before turning and starting the shower. I place my hand under the warm water stream before getting in.

Putting my head back as the water washes over me, my eyes close and it’s immediately visions of Levi. “Fucking hell,” I mumble, grabbing the loofah and adding some body wash to it before lifting my leg, starting to lather it from my ankle up. “Looking at my dick is getting your nipples hard.” His voice from before plays in my head. I look down seeing the same nipples that were hard when I was looking at his dick. The memory of his dick now plays over and over in my head. I place the loofah at my neck, my nipples getting tight as the soap suds wash down. I rub my nipples with the loofah and my breath hitches. “Fuck,” I whisper when I close my eyes and I picture him here with me, naked in the shower. The loofah falls from my hands as my fingers move down my stomach and toward my pussy. I slide a finger inside me as I picture him getting on his knees, his eyes looking up at me as his mouth devours me. His blue eyes turning a dark emerald color as his tongue licks me from my clit to my opening before sliding it in there. “Yes,” I hiss, slipping in another finger as my thumb plays with my clit, the sensation making me moan. My eyes close, picturing they’re his fingers, his tongue, his teeth. “Oh, God,” I moan so loud it echoes.

“You okay in there?” I hear him knocking on the door, and my hands drop away from me.

My heart speeds up as I try not to stutter. “Um, yeah,” I call back, closing my eyes and almost banging my head on the tiled wall.

“Are you sure?” I look at the closed door, turning off the water and grabbing a towel.

“Of course I’m sure,” I tell him, waiting for him to say something else. “Nice,” I scold myself, picking up the loofah and hanging it on the handle before stepping out. “Smooth.” I dry myself off, grabbing a pair of shorts and another tank top from the clean clothes basket I haven’t put away yet. Getting dressed and pulling open the door, the last thing I expect is to walk out and see him lying on the bed. “Where is Cici?”

“She’s in bed napping.” He looks over at me. “Gave her a bath and she was practically sleeping when I was dressing her.”

“Oh, good.” I walk over to the monitor and see her in the middle of her crib on her back, sleeping.

“How was the shower?” My eyes fly back to his and I can see the twinkle in them.

“Fine, why?” I try not to let it show on my face what I was doing in there. Unless he put up a camera in there, he knows nothing.

“I don’t know, I think I heard you moaning.” His eyes never leave mine.

“Well, you didn’t because I wasn’t.” My head screams at me to deny until the end.

“Oh, baby,” he says and just the way he says baby my pussy contracts and my nipples get hard.Motherfucking traitors,I yell internally at them both. “You were moaning.”

I roll my eyes at him. “No, I wasn’t.” I try to sound annoyed but he gets up, standing in front of me. The basketball shorts hang low on his hips and I’ve decided that I hate them. I hate them all. I also am ninety-nine percent sure he’s not wearing anything under them.

“Trust me.” He points at me as he walks to the front of the bed. “I don’t know a lot of things, but moaning—” He chuckles. “That I know.”

I glare at him. “I bet you do.” I fold my arms over my chest to hide the fact that my nipples also know what he knows.

“I’m just saying, if you need a little help.” He puts his hands on his hips and cocks one of them.

I clap my hands and laugh. “You are going to help me?”

“Hey, as a friend.” He puts his hand on his chest and I wonder if it feels as hard as it looks. It must be a little soft if Cici wants to sleep on it all the time. “I’m just trying to be helpful.” I glare at him for two reasons. One, because he’s right, and two, because I’m almost tempted to just take him up on his offer. My stomach gets tight, my nipples tingle, and I swear I’m getting wet just standing here in front of him.

“I’m going to take a shower.” My eyes betray me and roam down his chest and to his dick. Showing me he’s hard again.

“If anyone needs help”—I point down at his dick—“that would be you.”

“You offering to help me?” His voice comes out thick with lust, so I think my mouth almost blurts out yes.

I don’t think it’s ever been this hard to say this word before. “No.” I shake my head. “I’m going to go check on Cici.” Turning to walk out of the room, my whole face feels like it’s on fire.

“Pink looks good on you,” he teases, right before I step out of the bedroom.

I look down at my black shorts and top. “I’m not wearing pink!”

He smirks and chuckles walking to the bathroom, and right before he closes the door, he says, “I meant your cheeks, baby.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Levi

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