Chapter 35

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Glen sat on the edge of the bathtub and turned off the faucet. Ingrid stood behind him, stripped bare. He held out his hand, and she clasped onto him, lifting her leg and stepping into the warm water. She lowered herself to her bottom and slid her ass along the porcelain surface until the water reached her neck, and the top of her bent knees stuck above the waterline.

The temperature of the water relaxed her muscles. A sigh of pleasure escaped her. She'd lost her shyness about being naked when she used the female showers at the homeless shelters and in the summer when she had no time to think about her pride and used the river for a quick dunk and wash.

Glen's gaze on her body intensified. She caught her lip at the sudden tightening between her legs. She couldn't be self-conscious around Glen when it was apparent he appreciated her body. She liked to please him.

"The pictures of you at your parents' house look nothing like you." He raised his gaze to her eyes. "You were beautiful before, and you're sexier than hell now."

"I'm too skinny." Under the water, she sprawled her hand on her stomach, aware of her hip bones protruding.

"Easy enough to eat whenever you want now." He reached into the water and weighed her breast in the palm of his hand. "Nothing small here."

Her grandma had been a big breasted woman. Her mom used to laugh that it skipped a generation and Ingrid had inherited the blessing. His touch accelerated how fast her body was warming. Glen had her looking at herself as a woman for the first time.

Evan never made her feel beautiful. She'd been too young and inexperienced when they started dating to understand the difference between a man's attention and love. Out on her own, having witnessed the dynamics of the homeless men and women, she quickly learned the difference between commitment and lust.

"Hey?" Glen removed his hand from her breast. "Where did you go?"

Shaking the past out of her head, she sat up, moving closer to him. "Thank you."

"For?" He scooped up water in his hand and poured it over her shoulder.

"Most days I feel like I've lived two lifetimes and have done things other people will never imagine having to do." She stroked his upper lip, easing the spasm. "When we're together, I feel like everything is new. The feelings you give me. The way you take care of me. You're giving me a bath, Glen, and at this moment, it's the most wonderful thing there is...besides you."

His gaze softened, and he grunted. "Let's make it even better."

He slipped his hand under the water and between her legs. Her knees fell to the sides of the tub as his fingers manipulated her pussy, finding her clit. She looked at the front of his jeans and found him hard. The proof that she pleased him intoxicated her.

The top of the water splashed against the undersides of her breasts. Glen leaned over more and slid a finger into her pussy while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She moaned at the fullness and watched the lines at the corner of Glen's eyes deepen. He watched for her reaction, fed off her body responding to his touch.

She moaned and her neck arched.

"That's it." Glen widened the circles between her leg.

She squirmed, needing to move.

"You were made for me, Blue. Look at you." He leaned forward and kissed her.

His tongue dipped. His finger dipped. She swallowed his moan, and that low vibration echoed through her and she came in his hand.

Glen pulled his mouth away, his eyes shining bright with arousal. "I'm not done yet."

She grabbed onto his leather vest and hoisted herself to her feet on weak legs. "Then take more."

He stood, undoing his belt, and loosened his jeans enough to pull his thick, hard cock out. She took his place at the side of the tub and gazed up at him. "Can I?"

Glen put his hand on the top of her head and guided her lips forward, fisting the base of his dick. She opened her mouth and licked around the head of his cock. His fingers massaged her head, and she closed her eyes at the same time she closed her lips around him and sucked. She stroked him with her tongue, adding pressure, and took more of his length.

"Jesus," he whispered.

Her lazy, content smile tightened around him, and he trembled. His hand stroked down the back of her neck, and his breathing grew heavier and faster. She bobbed her head back and forth, loving the closeness.

His cock slipped out of her mouth. She blinked her eyes open and looked up in surprise at him moving away. He scooped her off the tub and carried her wet body into the bedroom. She landed on the bed and watched him roll a condom on. She reclined to her back and opened her legs for him.

He settled on top of her and thrust his cock into her pussy with one lunge, arching his back. She hooked her feet behind his thighs and wound her arms around his.

"Locked me down," he said with a groan.

She heard him but had no idea what he meant, so she held on. Her body already responding to him again, she used her hold on him to thrust her pelvis off the bed and meet each of his thrusts.

Their quick breaths matched the slapping of their bodies. Her lower stomach constricted and her pussy spasmed before the jolt of pleasure released inside of her.

Glen plunged and ground himself against her, shuddering as he came. Her body melted against the bed. She couldn't even lift her hand to touch him and fought to keep her eyes open.

He kissed her softly. "Love that, too."

Glen rolled off her, removed the condom, and fastened his jeans again. Then, he returned to bed, pulling her naked body against his fully clothed one. She put her cheek on his chest. He hadn't said he loved her or was falling in love. He loved that.

She loved that, too.

"Don't you want to take your clothes and boots off," she whispered, ending with a yawn.

He tucked her closer, rubbing her back. "No, I want to be ready."

Ready? She swallowed hard. For a moment, he'd made her forget the danger that waited outside his house.