Page 24 of Rock and a Hard Place

“Now I know forsurethat I don’t regret a thing. In fact, I insist we finish every day from now on with a shower just like this one.”

I raised a brow. “Demanding.”

“Don’t you know it.”

“But what about the tub?” I asked playfully.

She scrunched up her face, thinking. “You’ve got a point. Okay, we can alternate.”

I chuckled. “Deal.”

We took turns washing each other before I turned off the water and handed her a towel.

“Oooh, it’s warm!” she exclaimed, eyeing the towel rack. “Nifty. I didn’t realise that was heated, I thought it was just decorative. I could definitely get used to this.”

I sat her down on the cedar seat, and she looked confused for a moment until I brought out a hair dryer. She closed her eyes dreamily as I dried her hair, finger combing through the long, dark strands.

By the time we were done, she looked ready to fall asleep.

“Let’s get you into bed. We’ve got a wedding to attend in the morning.”

She stretched and yawned. “We sure do. I have no idea how you managed to book the chapel and an officiant on such short notice, but thank you,” she said as I helped her into my massive custom-made bed.

She looked tiny in it. Just seeing her sitting sleepily in my sheets had me wanting to fuck her again. But she needed rest, especially with the big day we had tomorrow.

“We’re not going to a chapel, by the way.” I took the towel from her and gave her a playful push down onto the bed.

“Oh?” She raised a brow.

“We’re getting married in Desmon’s courtyard, and he’s performing the ceremony.”

Her eyes grew round. “Desmon himself is marrying us? As in Darlington’s dragon?”

“Yes. He’s a friend and is licensed to officiate at marriages, so why not?”

“You’ve got everything figured out. The only thing that’s going to be tricky tomorrow will be walking in these shoes. They’re super cute and go with the dress perfectly, but we couldn’t find anything that actually fit my wide-ass feet.”

“As long as you can make it down the aisle.”

“I should survive.”

“Would it help if I gave you a preemptive foot rub tonight?”

“Would it ever.” She lifted a dainty foot and extended it to me.

Grinning, I grabbed it. Her foot was soft and smooth; the nails were painted a dark forest green, just like her fingernails—to match her plants, of course. I started at her arch and heels, which earned me a happy sigh. I moved on to the balls of her feet and noticed a splotch of lighter green on her big toenail was an attempt to paint a leaf. Adorable!

I brought her foot to my lips and kissed it right on the leaf. She giggled.

“I tried, but I was never much of an artist.”

“I think it’s cute.”

I went back to massaging her foot in earnest, and she closed her eyes with a soft moan. Then I did the same to the second foot, lavishing just as much attention on it as I had the first. When she was completely relaxed, I moved farther up her leg to give her calves some attention too.

Her knees parted, and I could see her wetness glistening between her legs. Fuck!

Maybe I should fuck her one more time after all. If it were up to me, I’d fuck her so long and so hard that she would barely be able to move tomorrow. But then again, I didn’t want her most vivid memory of our wedding day to be of her struggling to make it down the aisle because she was so sore. She didn’t have the ability to heal quickly like a full shifter did.

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