After I finally had Jay down for the night, I went looking for my husband. Tonight was the night. Fucking finally. When I heard the shower running, I smiled to myself as I quickly stripped and dropped my clothes into the hamper before walking into the bathroom and sliding the door open, licking my lips at the sight of Austin’s naked form.

Austin looked up in shock, his eyes traveling over my body before settling on my face. While his gaze was appreciative, I couldn't help but note the tension in his lanky frame. Stepping in with him, I closed the door and quietly reached for the soap.

"Okay, then. I take it we’re showering together now?" Austin chuckled nervously. “I didn’t know or I’d have waited for you.”

"Shh," I soothed in a calming tone. "Hush, babe. Turn around and let me get your back, hmm? I'm just here to get clean with you. We're not in any rush for anything else, remember?"

He turned like I said, looking back over his shoulder as I began soaping his back. "Did Houston say something to you? What did he say?"

I stared at him blankly. "Umm… nothing? I haven't talked to your brother in a couple days. But you've been tense ever since I got home this afternoon. I know you well enough by now to realize that you're freaking out about tonight because you think I was given the all-clear for penetrative sex at my appointment today."

He blinked then turned back to face the water, as if afraid to meet my eye. "Are you saying you weren't?"

"Please." I chuckled. "I had an average labor with no problems, aside from it being a couple weeks early. Of course I was given the all-clear. My point is that you've been tense about it, yet you haven't talked to me. Now why don't you lean back and let me wash that gorgeous hair of yours while we have a talk."

I grabbed the shampoo and poured a little in my palm, while Austin leaned his head back so I could reach his scalp. "I'm sorry, I guess I just felt awkward bringing it up."

"Were you worried that I wasn't going to be cleared? What's bothering you, babe? We can't fix things if we don't communicate." I kept my voice calm and steady while I used my fingers to massage his scalp as I worked in the shampoo.

"No." He took a deep breath and paused for a second. "If I'm being honest, I was more worried that you were going to be cleared because I don't want to let you down."

Oh, you beautiful, beautiful man. "You could never let me down," I answered honestly. "If all we ever did were the things we've already shared, I'd be happy because I'd be sharing them with you. Sex is about intimacy, right? Can I be super honest with you for a moment?"

"Of course," Austin answered softly. "You can tell me anything, Owen. You know that."

"I want you to know that while I've had sex with other people, I've never had the connection that we already share. Maybe it's because it took us so long to get here, or maybe it's just because we balance each other so well—I don't know what it is. But I feel connected to you, and when I finally feel your knot filling and stretching me, all it's going to do is deepen that connection and strengthen the bond we've already begun forming." I stepped back and swatted his butt. "Turn around and rinse for me so I can condition your hair."

Austin was grinning as he turned around and tipped his head under the water, his eyes closed as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. I forced myself to ignore the erect cock straining for my touch. It was pointing at me like it was the needle on a compass and I was its true north. "It's not time for you yet," I whispered.

"Did you say something, dear?" Austin squinted at me as the water sluiced over his face.

"I was just telling your cock it's not his turn. Right now I'm talking to the big head; later I'll take care of the smaller one." I fought hard to keep a straight face as I attempted to be seductive.

Austin leaned his head forward out of the water to watch as I squirted some body wash into my hand and slowly rubbed it over my body. After I was done washing, I ran the backs of my hands over my chest and down my sides without dropping eye contact. He gulped and nodded toward the bottles on the shelf.

"Did you still want to condition my hair? Because I use a deep conditioning treatment once a week, so it wouldn't hurt if I skipped the daily one today." He ran his tongue over his lips, as if I didn't already know why he was offering to put off conditioning his hair—something I was fairly sure he'd never willingly skip, given how lustrous it was.

I shook my head. "Turn around and dip down again, we'll get you conditioned in no time flat. Unless you really wanted to skip it," I added when I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes. At his nod, I pushed the conditioner back and motioned for him to get out of the way. "Why don't you let me rinse the soap off my body then, so we can get out of the shower?"

He grinned and hit a button on the wall instead, making another spray of water pour down. I gasped at the sudden shock of water hitting me and looked up to see a showerhead I hadn't noticed before. I shook my head and wagged my finger at him. "You rich boys and your toys, I swear."

Austin waggled his eyebrows. "Just wait until we have all six heads going at once. I'd offer you a demonstration right now, but I think we're both just about done with this shower, right?"

"Right." I smiled back at him. "We'll just save that for next time."

Once we were rinsed off, he shut the shower off and reached for one of the two squeegees he had hanging up in one corner of the tiled shower wall. When his hand paused over it as if he were thinking about skipping what I was sure was one of his rituals, I simply held out a hand. "Give me the spare one that’s hanging there. Many hands make light work, right?"

He looked surprised but handed me the squeegee. "You don't mind this little habit of mine? It’s just that I've found that if I wipe the walls it makes it easier to keep it clean, not to mention avoiding any possible mildew issues."

I held up a hand. "If I minded, I wouldn't have asked for the squeegee. Babe, I know you have your quirks. We've been over that, remember? Here's the thing." I stretched up on tiptoes to whisper the last part of my sentence. "I happen to like your quirks."

As soon as I lifted the tool to start wiping down the walls, Austin got right to work too. He went high while I went low, just another sign of how well we worked together. Well, that and the fact that I was short as hell and he was much taller.

While Austin hung the squeegees back on their hooks, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, then held one out for Austin. I started to hand it to him, then a better thought struck me and I twirled my finger, motioning for him to turn.

"I think I like showering in a pair," Austin said as I dried his back, slowly working my way over his ass and down his legs, only to bring the towel back up again between his thighs. He spread his legs to let me in so I could dry his nuts.

I heard a soft sigh of pleasure escape his lips when I reached up to dry his cock. After I teased him from the back, I withdrew my hand and gave his butt a light tap. "Turn around so I can get the front," I said softly.

As he turned, he reached out and whipped my towel off, taking over and drying me while I dabbed at his chest. Something about the intimacy of this moment spoke to my soul and I wasn't quite ready for it to end. "Do you have a hairdryer? Or do you dry your hair a different way?" I asked, looking at the coils of wet hair that were plastered to his neck.

"I have a blow-dryer," he answered softly, reaching past me to open a drawer and remove the implement in question.

Waving a hand toward the closed toilet seat, I reached for the hairdryer. "Why don't you sit down and let me take care of you?" Austin nodded and did just that, closing his eyes while I began blow-drying his hair. "Where's your comb?" I asked a few minutes later when I realized I hadn't thought this completely through.

"Top drawer," he answered, already stretching over and reaching to open the drawer.

I batted his hand away. "Nope, this is my job tonight. Your only job is to sit there and look pretty." After I'd retrieved the comb, I went back to work. I was so lost in the romance of simply taking care of my husband that I was startled when I found him gazing at me with eyes so full of love that it took my breath away.

Smiling back at him, I bent and gave him a quick kiss, then got back to work. His hair was pretty much dry by now, but I was enjoying combing and tending it. It wasn't until I felt a hand wrap around my dick that I turned the hairdryer off and set it aside.

I took a step back, only to have Austin reach out and grab my butt, cupping the cheeks in his palms as he bent to suck the tip of my dick into his mouth, pulling it deeper into his throat with each bob of his head. I stood there, combing my fingers through that thick, soft hair and enjoying the moment while he sucked me.

A glitter bomb exploded in front of my eyes as I shot into the heat of Austin's throat within a matter of minutes. Standing there on trembling legs, I would've fallen if he hadn't had such a firm grip on my ass. Austin slowly stood, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to bed.

After he laid me on the bed, I watched as he opened his bedside drawer to pull out the lube before turning out the main light and joining me. The room was only lit by the soft glow of his salt crystal lamp when he loomed over me and braced his hands on either side of my head as he bent to kiss my lips.

Leaning onto an elbow, his tongue slid into my mouth while I heard the familiar snick of the lube popping open. I pushed all other thoughts aside, focusing on the kiss as I reached my hands around his shoulders and ran my fingers over the rippling muscles of his back. I spread my legs wide, pulling them to my chest when I felt a fingertip tap against my hole.

The whole time he prepped me, Austin never broke our kiss. His tongue slid over mine, pulling my mind away from the thick cockhead I felt nudging against my entrance just before he gave a slight push.

I groaned in the back of my throat, loving the burn as he worked his way deeper into my channel. Once he was fully in, he paused and waited for me to relax around him. I smiled against his lips as the burn slowly morphed to pleasure and he ever so slowly began to move. Wrapping my legs around him, I crossed my ankles over Austin's taut ass, hugging his shoulders and holding him closer while he slid his hands beneath me and hugged me tightly in return.

Breaking our kiss, Austin nibbled along my jawline to suck at my neck while continuing his slow-moving pistoning. Digging my heels into his butt, I tried to rush him along, but he just chuckled low in his throat and continued his slow assault on my system. My body heated until it felt like warm molasses was spreading through my veins, and still he kept moving at the same slow speed. He’d pull back halfway then gently thrust forward again, one painstaking inch at a time.

Where I would've rushed, Austin moved at a snail's pace. Even though I'd just come in the bathroom, my insistent, greedy dick was rock hard and grinding against his abdomen with every move. Every time his tight stomach rubbed over the tip of my cock, my breath caught in my throat.

"Please, babe," I moaned. "Please… I need…"

"I know exactly what you need." Austin chuckled against my ear, his tongue flicking against the shell before his teeth closed over the lobe to tug and nip. "You need," he pulled slowly back then shocked me by giving one hard thrust, "this." He thrust again, ramming so quickly that my teeth nearly chattered as I dug my fingernails into his back and groaned.

Picking up the pace, Austin continued to tease, still not moving as fast as I wanted—yet moving at the exact speed I needed. "Yes, Owen. This is what you need, dear. You need to know that you’re cherished and that I can take care of you."

"You have to," I gasped as he gave another hard thrust. "It was in the prenup, if I recall."

Austin chuckled, pulling back and slamming his cock home again. I felt another glitter bomb threatening to go off behind my eyeballs when I felt his knot beginning to swell, pushing up against my magic button and sending rainbows and sparkles dancing across my eyelids.

I was holding on, trying not to come too soon, but the lewd squishing of his lubed cock fighting to get passage through my rim while his heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks was so fucking hot, I had to clench my teeth and hold on tight just so I could enjoy the sensuality of the sounds while I fought like hell not to come.

"Fuck me," Austin groaned when his knot got stuck inside my channel. He rolled his hips and ground against me. I glanced at his face just in time to see his eyes rolling back as he groaned. "I forgot how fucking good that burn is when my knot pops out. Holy shit, I hope you know we're probably going to have to do this every night now." He chuckled weakly as he buried his face in the crook of my neck and hugged me tightly in his arms as he ground and rocked against me harder.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was so damn close, riding the edge and doing my best not to tip over just yet. When he rocked his hips the other direction for a few beats, his knot rubbed over my prostate again in all the right ways and that's all it took.

It happened so fast, I didn't have a chance to warn him or cry out. One second I was riding the edge, and the next I felt my balls tighten just as a bolt of lightning shot up my dick and I began spurting cum between us. I scraped my fingernails down his back, throwing my head back as my body seized and my ass clenched tightly around that glorious knot.

"Owen, yes! Holy fuck, ride that knot, baby. Oh, shit, you're making me come," Austin growled in my ear as his cock pulsed within me and the heat of his release filled my channel.

With his arms still wrapped around me, Austin started to roll us over. I was able to unhook my feet and drop my legs before they got smooshed underneath him as he rolled onto his back, gently adjusting me until I was draped over him like a limp, damp towel—which was pretty much how I felt right about then.

With my ear to his chest, I could hear Austin's heart pounding in rhythm with my own as we lay there gasping for breath. "What just happened?" I asked several long moments later.

"I finally made you mine, little one." I smiled at the truth of his words and yawned. Austin's chest trembled as he began laughing under his breath. "You're totally about to fall asleep, aren't you? Either I blew your mind again, or this proves my thesis—coming knocks you out."

My eyelids felt too heavy to open as a smile curved over my lips. "I really think you get me, babe."

The last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep was his quiet response.

"Always."