Chopper was looking at Chelsea like she was crazy, and she suddenly wondered if she’d scared him off by admitting she was a deadbeat mother. She couldn’t backtrack now, though, so she went on. She told him everything, from the moment she suspected she was pregnant until the lawyer showed up at her parents’ ranch. When she stopped to take a breath he said:

“Your sister is trying to get full legal custody? I don’t understand. Why? I mean…I get that you screwed up in the past, but from what I see, you’re doing great now.”

She looked around the apartment and with an amused smile she said, “I live in a studio apartment in a rundown neighborhood. I work at a cafe where I make minimum wage and a few dollars a day in tips. I have no friends. I have no relationships. The only thing I’ve really done was stop using. It’s been three years; I’ve relapsed twice and done nothing else of note with my life. My parents are getting older, and chasing a toddler around has not been easy on them. My sister Celia has been there for them through it all, even though she lives out of state and has kids of her own. She keeps Reed in Rhode Island during her kids’ school holidays so they can all get to know each other…” Chelsea didn’t even realize she had tears running down her face until Chopper reached up and wiped one away with his thumb.

“Oh, baby.” He looked like he had no idea what to say, but there was hurt for her on his face. He pulled her into his chest and for a while she stopped talking and just cuddled into him. At last, she realized she needed to finish this and she pulled back and said:

“My parents didn’t know my sister planned on doing this until she did it. Her husband is an attorney and he drew up the papers. They met with the social worker, who told them she thought it was a good idea. Since Reed has never really lived with me, it’s not like they’d be breaking any kind of bond, was what my dad told me she said. My parents never wanted to permanently take my baby from me. They just wanted him to be safe and cared for. But I’ve proven that I’m not going to be able to provide that for him…” She hadn’t even gotten to the part about Wayne yet. Chopper had to be wondering what the hell he’d gotten himself into. She’d been nothing but trouble for him so far.

“No! No. Chelsea I am living, breathing proof that where you live or how much money you have or even what your parents do for a living is not the deciding factors in how you turn out as a person. I mean, I’m in no way perfect, but I believe I am a good person and I got a good education, not despite growing up the way I did…but because of it. I adore my parents and although sometimes as a kid I thought I wanted what everyone else seemed to have, as an adult, I don’t regret one second of how I was raised. So, no…the fact that your sister might have a good job or a big house or even a husband…none of that makes her a better candidate to raise your son than you. You’re his mother. Chelsea, don’t let them convince you that you’re not good enough for your own child. Don’t let anyone convince you you’re not good enough for anything. Just knowing you has changed me…” That was as far as he got before she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her arms went up around his shoulders and she pulled his face down so that their lips met. This kiss was slower and sweeter than the last one, but no less passionate. Chelsea felt things, for the man she’d only known for two weeks, in places inside of herself that had never existed before. She was sure she was falling in love with him, but that was way too complicated to think about at the moment. Right then, she just needed to be close to him…as close as she could physically get. She pulled out of the kiss and said:

“Make love to me, Chopper.”

He smiled. “I stink.”

She laughed. “It’s not so bad.”

He laughed too. “See, you can’t even lie and say I don’t. Can I borrow your shower?”

“Can I join you?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Minutes later Chelsea was in the shower and Chopper was stripping off his clothes. She had the water warming up and the music on and playing through the waterproof speaker that hung from the showerhead. She turned her back to the water and wet her hair as Chopper climbed in with her. He leaned into her so that her hard nipples pressed into his chest and she had to suck in a breath. He turned her on like nothing she’d ever experienced, but she knew a lot of that was because she’d rarely had sober sex in her life until she met him. He reached up on the shelf behind her and took down the bottle of shampoo. He squirted the sandalwood-and-citrus-infused shampoo onto one of his hands, and the fragrance mixed with the steam in the shower and filled the room. Chopper put down the shampoo bottle and brought his hands up to her hair. He began to rub the rich lather in and then used his fingers to massage her scalp. Chelsea had her eyes closed and her head tipped back. It felt so good, especially when he started running his fingers through to the tips and pulling the hair slightly. He nudged her back further underneath the spray and used his fingers to rinse the shampoo out and then suddenly he pulled her long hair so that her neck was exposed to him. His warm mouth was suddenly on her skin and seemed to be touching, licking, kissing, and sucking every sensitive spot. She was warm under the soothing water, but shivers shot through her body and goosebumps gathered on her skin.

When Chopper let go of her hair, she leaned into him, and she could feel his erection pressing into her. He held onto her and spun them around and when he was under the spray, Chelsea grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair, returning the favor. She didn’t stop there, however. She ran the lather across his broad shoulders and down along the muscles in his back. She worked the lather up more when she washed his lower back and the tight cheeks of his ass. Then she brought her hands around to the front of his body and delighted in his moans as she soaped up his abdomen and ran her hands down the trail of silky hair that led to his erection before at last wrapping her soapy hand around it and beginning to slowly stroke it.

Chopper brought his hands up to her breasts and cupped them. He held them while she stroked his hard cock and he massaged, kneaded, and tweaked the nipples. Chelsea was flexing her hips into him and letting the tip of his cock strike her body with each stroke. Her nipples were becoming tighter with each twist and tweak of his fingers, and she could feel the moisture that had nothing to do with the shower running down along the insides of her thighs. Chopper leaned down and took one of her breasts into his mouth. He began to suck and lick. He wasn’t gentle, but that was okay. It was just the way Chelsea liked it—as if his body and every touch was in tune with what she was thinking and feeling. Her breaths were coming in heavy gasps as she stroked him harder and he scraped his teeth along the sides of her hard nipples. She felt his mouth slide down lower and regrettably, as his body went with it, his cock slid out of her hand. But in seconds he was on his knees and his tongue was on the sensitive insides of her thighs and she was back in heaven.

Chopper used one of his hands to push her legs open wider and then he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking along her quivering folds. She had to put her hands out and hold onto the wall and shower door to keep from falling as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He let the engorged button roll around on his tongue and then he’d suck on it again. Chelsea was making a lot of noise. She couldn’t help it. It felt so fucking good.

He reached up with one hand and grabbed a breast and squeezed it while he buried his tongue in her pussy. He began to move it in and out inside of her, moving it around when it was inside and then licking all the way down her slit when he pulled it out. Chelsea could feel her entire body contracting as her orgasm, the first since the last time she was with him in the barn, began to take over. She let go of the shower door and wrapped one hand up in his hair, pushing his face into her, hard, begging him not to stop, telling him she was going to come on his face. Chopper seemed to be driven by her words or the sound of her voice. He dove deeper into her soaked pussy and he sucked it like nothing she’d ever experienced before or, in her opinion, ever would again.

The orgasm was like a massive explosion that came from inside of her body and turned into hot, molten lava as soon as it hit the air. She felt the rush of juices and then Chopper’s tongue quickly lapping at the tops of her thighs and her outer lips, licking her until he had every drop. When he finished, her legs and her insides were both shaking so hard that he had to hold her with one arm while he got to his feet, and then help her step out of the shower. He reached behind her and turned off the water and then, grabbing a towel on his way out, led her out of the bathroom. She didn’t even care where they were going. She would have followed him to the very depths of hell at that moment in time.