Page 105 of In The Game

He turns and pulls Arthur into his lap. “Don’t worry, bud. We’ll get you cleaned up.” He rubs circles on Arthur’s back to settle him while I start pulling back the comforter.

“Tell me there’s a mattress protector on this bed.”

“There is.” He smirks and grumbles under his breath, “Hoping it was gonna be needed for other reasons…”

Of course he did.I smile and roll my eyes.

“Can you please strip the sheets while I get him cleaned up?”

“Sure. Yeah. Of course.”

Barrett transfers him to me, and I carry his sleepy body into the bathroom and peel off the soaked pajamas. I get him in the shower and use the handheld showerhead to rinse him off, soap him up, and rinse again.

“I’m so tired,” he whines.

“I know, sweetheart. We’re almost done and then you can go back to sleep.” I do a double-take when Barrett walks in shirtless, carrying new pajamas and underwear. Thank heavens for the drawer of spare clothes and sleepwear he set aside for Arthur.

He sets them next to me on the floor and then hands me a warm towel.

“Thank you so much.” Turning off the water, Arthur steps out onto the rug, and I dry him off.

“Of course.” He drops a kiss to my head. “How’s everybody feeling now?”

“Much better,” I soothe.

After getting him into clean pajamas, Barrett picks him up and lays him down in the center of the bed with new sheets, pillows, and a comforter. He’s asleep by the time his head hits the pillow.

“I’m gonna jump in the shower.”

“I’ll join you,” he says.

I spin around and point a finger at him. “Okay, just know I don’t have the energy for anything more than cleaning off.”

“I’m wide awake,” he says. “God, how was there that much pee? It was on three pillows!” he whispers.

“Was it really?”

“Yeah, it was like he peed out of his head.”

I laugh as I pull my top off. “I’ll need to borrow something to sleep in. And a pair of boxers.”

“Sweet hell. You have no idea the number of times I’ve thought about you naked under one of my shirts.”

The water is still warm when I turn the shower back on. Watching Barrett strip out of his gray sweatpants makes me think twice about how much energy I have left. His body is sculpted art. We each suds up and shower ourselves off in the dual showerheads, stealing glances the whole time. He’s half hard, which is already impressive. There’s a built-in shower bench along the side, and he takes a seat.

“Come here.”

I suck in a breath. He smiles, threads his fingers in mine, and pulls me in front of him. I can’t keep my eyes off his growing cock. He sighs. “Ignore that. I won’t try anything. I just want to hold you for a minute.” Barrett drags me into his lap and nuzzles my neck. It’s so warm, I could fall asleep like this.

“You’re everything I’ve been missing,” he whispers against my wet skin. We’ve been so wrapped up in each other today, it’s easy with him. Under the warm rainfall, we sit in each other’s arms in silence, sharing a quiet, intimate moment.

When we get out of the shower, he dries me off. He blots my hair, then moves to my shoulders and back. He sweeps the towel between my breasts and kisses my shoulder. Then drops to his knees to dry off one leg at a time, pressing more kisses to the back of my thighs. Every touch feels like a sensual caress.

I run my fingers through his wet hair as he does it. When he stands, I return the favor, drying off his chest and back. He wraps the towel around his waist, going into his dark walk-in closet and coming back with a huge Lakes hockey T-shirt with a big thirty-three and Conway on the back. It almost reaches my knees. If he weren’t a giant, I doubt I’d be able to pull the boxers he gave me over my thighs. They fit, but barely.

“Mmm. Damn.”

I chuckle. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

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