AIDEEN - Casey L.A. - Страница 8
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With his brothers was where Damien belonged.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and smiled.
Who would have thought I’d be falling in brotherly love with another Slater brother?
Not me, that was for damn sure.
“Aideen?”
I shook my head and pulled my thoughts from Damien’s homecoming and popped my head out of the shower when I heard Kane’s voice.
“I’m in the shower. Is everythin’ okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to see how long you will be? I wanna shower too.”
I wasn’t even in the shower that long.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m trying to wash my legs, but it’s hard to bend.”
The bathroom door opened, and in stepped Kane in just his boxer shorts.
Fuck.
I let my eyes trail down his body, and bit down on my lower lip at the sight.
“You’re lucky you’re already pregnant,” he growled, watching my eyes admire him.
I flicked my gleaming eyes to him and grinned. “You joinin’ me?”
He nodded so I stepped back into the shower to make room for him. I turned to put my pouf down but jumped and let it fall from my fingertips when I felt Kane’s hard body press up against me. His strong hands flattened against my belly and turned me to face him as they slid around and down to my behind.
I stood up straight and gave Kane a knowing look. “Don’t play, you don’t want to get me worked up today. I’d eat you up.”
Kane smirked. “Is that a challenge?”
I closed my eyes when his head dipped, and his lips came into contact with my neck. I groaned in response and Kane gave my behind another squeeze before bringing his hand up to my waist.
“You’re so warm,” he murmured against my skin.
I smiled and opened my eyes. “Are you callin’ me hot?”
“Smoking hot.”
I giggled and looked down. “Can you get me the pouf, it fell.”
Kane bent, grabbed the luffa, kissed my belly then stood up and towered over me.
I gazed up at him. “I love that you’re taller than me.”
“It doesn’t hurt your neck looking up at me?” he questioned.
I wickedly grinned. “You usually get me on my back before I get a chance to feel any kind of strain.”
Kane laughed as he stuck his head under the spray of hot water, soaking his hair and face with the droplets. I squeezed some liquid body wash onto my pouf and continued my job of scrubbing myself. Kane took it from me when I was done; he bent down and rubbed it over my legs and behind, cleansing my skin.
“Open your legs for me,” he asked, his voice gruff.
I did as requested as he lathered his hand in body wash. I licked my lips when his hands rubbed up and down my inner thighs before cupping my pussy. I reached down and fisted my hand in his hair when his fingers moved closer to my clit and began to swirl around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh.”
I felt Kane move his body, but was glad he kept his hand between my thighs. His teeth suddenly nipped my nipple and it caused me to open my eyes and hiss at him.
“Sensitive.”
He smiled coyly at me before putting his mouth on me, rubbing his lips gently over the now hardened peak. My breathing turned rapid as toe curling sensation quickly flooded my body. I felt Kane’s free arm wind around my waist as he picked up the pace with his fingers.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered when he detached his mouth from my nipple and moved it to my ear.
“I—ah.”
He stuck his tongue in my ear and it caused my eyes to roll back just as my core exploded. I think I screamed when he pinched my pulsing clit only to massage it once more causing my hips to buck into his hand as I rode out my orgasm.
Time silently passed by as I came back down to Earth, and when I opened my eyes I found my stunning boyfriend looming over me with a smug expression on his face.
“Ninety seconds.”
I lazily smiled at him. “It happens so fast because I’m sensitive, you know that. I will go back to normal after the baby is born.”
His smug-as-fuck grin deepened. “I got you off in less than two minutes the night I knocked you up.”
I raised my eyebrow. “You counted the seconds it took for me to come?”
“Of course.”
I guffawed. “Is that a lad thing?”
Kane shrugged. “Probably just a me thing.”
I leered at him for a few moments before bowing my head and pressing it against his hard chest. Seconds passed by when I suddenly shivered. Kane felt my shiver and turned us so my back was directly under the hot spray of the showerhead.
I hummed. “That is so nice.”
“Is your back still sore?” he quizzed as he rubbed his hands over my shoulders.
I nodded. “It’s just because of all the weight I’m carryin’ around my front with the baby.”
“How about a massage after we finish showering?”
“Sounds good to me, daddy.”
I was about to speak when Kane suddenly said, “Did you just pee?”
I scrunched up my face in disgust. “Ew. No. Why would you ask that?”
“The water got a little warmer all of a sudden.”
I frowned. “I didn’t wee.”
“It’s okay if you did—”
“Kane.” I cut him off. “I didn’t wee.”
He grinned teasingly at me. “There are two types of people in the world, those who pee in the shower, and those who lie about it.”
I balled my hands into fists.
“I did not piss in the bloody shower.”
“You’re a liar.”
“KANE!” I screeched. “I went to the toilet before I got in. If I pissed in the fuckin’ shower, I’d say it.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll piss on you if you keep this up.”
“Is that a way of marking your territory?”
I covered my face with my hands.
“I hate you,” I grumbled.
“Now I definitely know you’re lying.”
I lowered my hands and glared at him. “I do hate you.”
He smiled. “Then I love the way you hate me.”
My lip quirked and he saw it.
“Ah-ha! Made you smile, you can’t be mad anymore.”
I grunted, “How old are you? Fifteen? A smile doesn’t get you off the hook, I can mutely be pissed for weeks, even years.”
Kane blinked. “Even against your baby daddy?”
“Especially against my baby daddy.”
Kane’s look of horror caused me to laugh. He pulled me close and kissed the crown of my head and helped me finish washing myself in places I couldn’t reach. He even washed and conditioned my hair simply because he enjoyed doing it for me.
I did my part and scrubbed his back for him, every so often stopping to kiss one of his many scars which made him smile as he watched me through the reflection of the glass. He kept rubbing the steam away so he could watch what I was doing, and it gave me excited chills knowing he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
We both stayed under the spray of water, just touching and kissing one another until the water began to run cold. We got out then and Kane wrapped me in a huge white towel that I snuggled into. I watched as he wrapped a smaller towel around his lower half.
“I do be freezin’ gettin’ out of the shower; it’s why I snuggle into towels like this. Do you not get cold since you have nothin’ coverin’ your upper body?”
Kane snickered at my question. “Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. It never matters because it only takes me a few minutes to dry and put some clothes on.”
I exhaled. “I’m not like you at all. I sit on my bed, wrapped in my towel for ages before the urge to get dressed hits.”
“Is that a woman thing?” Kane teased, repeating my earlier words.
I chortled. “Probably just a me thing.”
“Doubtful,” Kane joked. “I can imagine Bronagh doing the same thing as you though she’s much lazier than you are.”
I took no offence at being called lazy because it was true.
I giggled. “Don’t let her hear you say that. She’s been doin’ so well after finishin’ her anger management program, but you know her anger is somethin’ she has to deal with for life. Don’t be the cause of her relapse.”
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