Page 17 of Everything After

“Come on, strip,” I ordered, grabbing the hem of her tank top and pulling it off over her head. After taking off her skirt, bra and panties, Lily climbed into our large clawfoot tub and sighed in contentment as she lay back.

“Feeling better?” I asked, watching her carefully.

She nodded and flashed me a sweet, thankful smile. “Much. How weird was that?” I must have looked concerned becauseher eyes softened when they met mine. “Come on then, get your clothes off and get in here. I’ve missed that hard body against mine.”

Hearing her offer had me naked in a heartbeat. I climbed in behind her, and after moving her wet hair over her shoulder, I curled it into a messy bun on top of her head. I eased her shoulders until her back met my front, and a sigh of satisfaction left my lungs.

“You sure you’re, okay?” I probed again, stroking the silky skin on her upper arms.

“Yeah, it’s strange because I feel fine now,” she admitted.

“You vomiting wasn’t exactly the response I was expecting when I tied you up,” I muttered, chuckling.

Lily laughed and palmed her face with a hand like she was embarrassed. “I know, and just when I had begun to feel wanted.”

“Baby, I’ll always want you. Vomit or no vomit. Hell, you even look sexy with your face buried in the toilet bowl.”

She chuckled. “Liar.”

“Maybe,” I replied. I ran my hands over her silky, wet arms and over her shoulders. “Although, I don’t think there’s much that could ever turn me off you.”

Lily’s hand dipped under the water, reached back and slid her hand between us. She palmed my erection trapped between our bodies. “How can you be hard after watching me vomit?”

“That was a good five minutes ago now. A lot can happen in five minutes,” I argued, tongue in cheek. “We used to have quickies in five minutes regularly whenever we were pushed for time.”

“Yeah, what happened to us?” she questioned, a note of nostalgia in her tone. She glanced over her shoulder to meet my gaze. “When was the last time we had sex that wasn’t in a bed or on the sofa?”

I considered her point, and it had been over a year since we’d fucked on the tour bus, but even that was a bed. We used to get off on having sex in random places… the more public the better.

“If you think about it, our lives became more structured the moment we had to plan to spend time together. I’ll admit that took some of the excitement and spontaneity out of our love life.”

“Maybe we should try to recreate some of those times,” she mumbled.

“Are you getting bored of me, Lily?” I asked, fearing the answer.

Her back straightened sharply, making some of the water slosh over the side of the tub and onto the floor.

“Never. But I don’t want you to get bored of us either. There’s a lot of temptation out there on the road.”

“Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?”

“No, but we can’t see into the future,” Lily insisted.

“What’s brought this on? You’re acting like you’re insecure.”

“No, not insecure, Alfie. But not complacent either.”

“So, what do you suggest?”

“Wouldn’t it be great to date again. To go places where we have sneaky sex while the world goes on all around us?”

“Like?” I asked, trying to focus on her serious discussion while my mind had already begun to conjure up some fantasies about us.

“Let me ask you this. What are the most memorable times we’ve had sex?”

“You know that vanilla ice-cream romp we had back in college is still right up there,” I replied.

“For me… probably the nightclub in London,” she mumbled.