come and my pussy swollen and his alone. He carries me to the bathroom, turns on the shower, the enormous clawfoot tub a masterpiece in the room. I’ve never seen a bathtub like it. Old fashioned in design, but much larger than a typical one from the nineteenth century.
“Let me give you a bath, baby,” he says. And my heart melts. He holds me in his arms as we wait for it to fill, our hearts beating fast and my body his alone.
We silently watch as the tub fills, and then he sets me in the warm water, using a pitcher to pour water over my head. I feel like a princess, like a treasured woman. There is a bottle of soap and he lathers his hands, washing my arms, my shoulders, my back.
“I need you in here with me,” I say, licking my lips. We eye the bath, and we decide we can make it built for two.
He gets in the bath, his long cock hard and needy, and I draw him to me, my legs wrapping around him, the water warm and our hearts hot and our love surrounding us.
He comes inside me again. This time it is slow and soft, and I close my eyes.
Making another wish.
Forget the one-night fantasy — this time I am wishing for forever.
Chapter 11
Conley
By the time we have looked at all the nooks and crannies in the house, and toured the barn and the three-bay garage, Calico and I are dried off and ready for the next part of the day.
It’s hard to know what to expect, but as we sit on the front porch of the farmhouse, preparing to leave, I ask how she is doing.
“I’m anxious,” she says, braiding her long hair. “I don’t want this to go sideways and lose anyone.”
“I will protect you and River,” I tell her, wrapping her in my arms.
“When Grill got me pregnant, it wasn’t because we had some romantic love affair. I was just seventeen years old, and he forced himself on me, into my life. I wasn’t very strong back then,” I tell him. “I was weak and Grill preyed on that. I thought he loved me, but it wasn’t love. Not even close.”
“And he hurt you?”
“It was mental abuse more than anything. After I got pregnant, I knew I couldn’t be a part of their world. It’s why I never became a club girl. And Grill hated that. My line in the sand.”
“But he still wanted custody?”
“It was a pride thing with him. He knew River was his — because I never slept with anyone else. And he thought I was a judgmental bitch. But I wasn’t about to bring a baby into that environment.”
“Why did you stay in Wells City?”
“For a long time, it was because I had my grandma’s trailer to live in, but after she died, the bank took it. By then, River was in elementary school and I had a job at the laundromat as a manager. I could afford an apartment near work and his school, but I didn’t think I would have the money to start all over.” She shakes her head. “All this time later, I still had to steal his guns to leave.”
“You did what you had to do, baby,” I tell her, holding her tighter.
“You don’t look at me and think I’m weak?” she asks.
“No. I look at you and think you’re a survivor.”
She licks her lips. “Where have you been all my life, Conley?”
“Waiting for you to come home.”
I kiss her again, and she smiles through the kiss, her eyes no longer searching mine for meaning — now she looks at me with a trust that I know she doesn’t give easily.
The fact she offers it to me makes me feel like a goddamn king. I take her hand and guide her to the bike. She climbs on after me, and before I turn on the engine, she hands me something.
“What’s this?” I ask, opening my fist. Her panties. Looking over my shoulder, I let out a whistle. “Fuck, baby. You’re riding my bike with a bare pussy?”
She licks her lips. “The vibration gets me off, and I want to come on your leather.”
“You can’t talk like that if you have somewhere to be, baby.”
She lifts her eyes. “Oh, you want to fuck me once more before we ride off?”
I get off the bike, and grab her by the waist. She giggles, and fuck, it’s sexy as hell. My cock is