is out of control from the ski mask, but he still looks absolutely sexy.
I pull his shirt off and drop it onto the ground as he reaches his hand out to me. Catching it before he can reach me, I lift his hand up to my mouth and kiss his ring. Whether we’re married or not proves nothing about how much I love him, but I still love the idea of this on his finger. The idea of him as my husband instead.
“Fiancé,” he says with a grin.
“I feel as if you’re going to be disappointed after we’re married because you won’t be able to call me Fiancé anymore.”
“I’ll just change it to Husband, which is even better. ‘Husband this, Husband that.’ I assure you, it’ll be just as fun,” he says with a grin as he pulls my shirt free. “I can then be all ‘Oh, Husband, guess who’s horny today? Blow-up Rand…’ oh no… I forgot he died.”
“Don’t think about him,” I say.
Leland looks devastated. “His little blow-up penis… the memories we had together!”
“It’ll be alright, I promise,” I say soothingly.
“I know what’ll make it better,” he says as he yanks my pants down. “Penis!”
“Lord,” I say as I kick my pants off and turn the shower on.
“Hi, Mr. Penis. I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“You literally saw me naked this morning.”
“Forever!”
“Not even eighteen hours ago.”
“Years, maybe!” he says.
I decide stripping him and getting him in the shower is the only thing left to do. So I pull his pants and underwear down before picking him up.
“Oh? You’re going to carry me into the shower?” he asks a little suspiciously.
“Of course,” I say as I take one step into the shower and pick up my other foot as the first one realizes that the floor is slippery as hell. It goes out from under me and I fall backward. Leland grabs onto the shower curtain, tearing the rod and curtain down as shampoos go flying and I just barely grab onto the hand railing before we both crash to the ground.
It’s silent for a moment and I just know Leland is going to say something. He turns to look at me as I sit on the edge of the tub and he’s got this half in the tub, half on my body, wearing the shower curtain as a toga thing going on.
“‘I’m too tired for sex but let me carry you into the wet and slippery tub!’” Leland mocks.
“An extremely minor misstep on my part. Extremely minor,” I say. “But let me say, you look good in that shower curtain.”
He pulls the shower curtain around tight so it’s like a cape. “Thanks. They call me Rubber Ducky Man.”
“Who does?”
“Everyone.”
“Ah, and is that your superpower? Just being wrapped in plastic, not even rubber.”
“Nah, my superpower is my ability to sucker the sexiest man alive into carrying me into the tub and then seeing if I can fly.”
“How’d the flying go?” I ask as I stand up and pull him after me.
“I’m fucking amazing at everything, but that flying thing’s for the birds.”
I help him put the shower rod up then smile at him. “Back to trying to show you I love you.”
He raises an eyebrow as he wraps his arms over my shoulders and pulls me in close. “Fiancé, you don’t need to do fancy tricks to show me you love me. I don’t want you breaking a hip now that you’re forty.”
“Don’t say it,” I say, knowing him so damn well.
“How’s it feel to be forty dating someone in their twenties?”
I refuse to make eye contact. “You’re not that far from thirty.”
“I’ll still be your sugar daddy. Do you want another car?” he teases.
“Is this a joke?” Another car does sound nice but is extremely unneeded.
“Nope. I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
“You don’t need to buy me anything.”
“Car, truck, sex machine. You name it, I’ll buy it for you,” he says before kissing me.
I’m exhausted after the past few… weeks, really. It seems as if everything has been chaos, so standing here with Leland in my arms, I feel like I’m able to recharge a bit. When he pulls back from the kiss, he tucks his head against my neck as the water beats down on us.
“I don’t feel like ever letting go, but I know better than to ask you to carry me to bed.”
“You could ride on Sarge’s back to bed. He’s about the size of a miniature horse.”
“See? If we still had all those Dobermans,