Kage

I wasn’t kidding when I told her about the bath and making her relax. Although I bet she didn’t expect me to tell her to get some shuteye first. Even though she got a few hours of sleep in the truck, I can tell with the added stress of Benji that she needs some more and that’ll give me some time to get her bath ready.

And yeah, there might be a personal angle in there because I intend to wear her out over the next few hours. She was looking skeptical about the bath but if she thinks I can’t put my money where my mouth is, she’s got another thing coming. I’ve been boiling water over the fire Ramon built in the fireplace. It takes a while, but there’s a little over six inches of hot water in the tub and that’s perfect for the both of us.

I grab the last pot of hot water, but when I’m about to head back to the master bedroom, Virgil stops me. “Tell me you guys ditched one vehicle and put a bullet in Benji’s skull. Because if you guys didn’t, you know he’ll be back, right? And I’m not talking about him joining us to help Cashwell bring back the electrical grid either.”

“Don’t tell me shit I already know, Virgil. But we ain’t killers because that would put us on the same level as Huntington. We also couldn’t keep him around when he was putting everyone on edge. He was putting all of our lives on the line. He had to go. And if he’s smart, he’ll disappear. If not…let him fucking come,” I say with determination in my voice and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’ll be just as ready to fight against Benji if need be.

He gives me a tight nod and steps away but then turns and smiles. “Treat her right. She deserves a moment in time to be pampered. We’ll keep an eye out for the both of you.”

I pat his shoulder in appreciation. “Thanks man. Will do.”

I know it was fucking risky to expel Benji but it had to be done. With this, the tension is gone and there’s balance in our group. With what Virgil just said to me, even though I don’t need his damn blessing, I’ll get to enjoy my time with Tamar even more.

Pouring the final bucket filled with hot water into the tub, I walk over to the bed and take a moment to watch the beauty in front of me. Except it doesn’t last long because it’s as if she feels my stare and her eyes flutter open. She gives me a sheepish smile before leaning up on her elbow.

“Is my bath ready?” she asks and it’s as if she’s taunting me to prove I’m full of shit when I promised her a bath.

So instead I slowly undress and walk backwards toward the bathroom. Not saying one word but making sure I keep my eyes locked with hers. She swallows hard and slides off the mattress, mimicking my moves as, piece by piece, our clothing ends up on the floor.

When she’s within reach and we’re both naked, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close. My mouth slams down over hers and we both revel in the feel of our naked bodies pressed together. Our moans bounce off the tiled walls while our tongues fight with a hunger that’s driven by lust. Both needing more. Her nails dig into my back and that’s the moment I regretfully pull back.

“Not yet.” Fuck. I regret those two words the moment they fall over my lips and yet I need to voice them. I’m fucking dead set on giving her everything she needs. And in this fucked up world a hot bath, full attention and a damn moment of peace is as romantic as it will ever get. So that’s what she’s getting. And after that my cock.

Her bottom lip goes down in a delicious pout but it vanishes when I step back, allowing her to see the bath I prepared for her. “Holy shit,” she gasps.

That’s fucking right. “Get in there.”

She doesn’t have to be told twice and groans as she slips into the tub. “Oh, that’s so good,” she hums and with that I fist my cock and squeeze.

Fuck. It’s bad enough I’m hard as fuck from seeing her naked, and then feeling that delightful body against mine, tasting her mouth and fucking it with my tongue…and now those sounds of pleasure?

I’m damn jealous of a bath and want to be the reason she’s groaning in pleasure. Okay, I made the bath happen, but fuck. I need to focus. “Lean forward,” I order.

She makes space for me so I can get in behind her. I grab her shoulders and guide her back so she’s leaning against my chest. Reaching for the sponge I found, I begin to softly let it slide over her arm, running the hot water along her skin.

Her delicate fingers trace a tattoo on my forearm. “I’ve always wanted some ink. I like this one.”

It’s the pocket watch she’s tracing. “I got that when my grandfather passed away. It’s the same one he always had on him. Fucking coincidence it stopped when he blew out his last breath so I had to have it inked with the same time. He died in our presence at the hospital after his battle with cancer. He raised the four of us after our parents died in a plane crash.”

Tamar whispers some words that shoot straight to my heart. I place a kiss on her hair and continue to wash her body. It’s not so much washing as it is feeling her up because the touch is purely erotic with her naked, slick body draped over me.

“What do you miss the most?” she asks.

I know she’s talking about the world before it turned to shit because that question is always a main discussion point. Well, it is when my brothers and I are bored and throw around memories until we all shut up, because at some point it gets too painful to remember the shit you miss the most.

“Besides enjoying a hot shower or a fucking bath?” I question.

“Mmm, hmm,” she hums, clearly soaking in the attention she’s getting from me inside this tub.

“Getting another piece inked, a cold beer from the tap with a slice of pizza. Shall I continue?” Because fuck, my list is long.

Tamar chuckles and with that her body is causing friction against my cock, making the both of us groan.

“Ohhhh, those sound so good right now.” She clears her throat before she adds, “Ice cream.” She sounds dreamy by this point as she repeats, “Most definitely ice cream. Yeah…and all those other things a woman needs every now and then. Salted caramel chocolate, a long hot shower, heating pads.” A giggle escapes her. “I guess it’s good there’s no expiration date on tampons, right?”

“Definitely something I never had to check the date on,” I rumble as she giggles some more and turns around to look me in the eye.

Her gaze shifts to my lips. “I supposed that would be weird if you had to, huh?” Tamar says and yet it’s just a mere thought that slips out because her mind is already set on our kiss that’s about to come.

I feel the need to warn her. “If your mouth hits mine, prepare to have my cock inside your pussy because it’s taking all my strength to keep myself in check with your slick body wiggling against me. Better enjoy this hot bath for a moment longer before it gets cold since it’ll be a while before we’re able to do this again.”

Her eyes never stray and yet I can see her processing my words. The instant she leans forward is when I take action. The sponge leaves my hand and is now replaced with her hair, fisting that wet silk to keep her lips a hair away from mine.

“Take me.” When she speaks those two words, laced with both demand and desire, my control shatters.

A feeling of righteousness settles in my chest with the knowledge that I’m seconds away from burying myself deep inside her tight pussy. “Fuck yes,” I growl and slam my mouth over hers.