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It's Just A Little Water

G rizz

“Want to bet how long it takes for the first fight to occur?” I asked Sabre, taking a slug from my beer. It was late, and the main room had cleared out, but there were still a few brothers hanging around. Sabre and I were sitting at the bar, nursing beers.

“At least a day or two.” He picked at the label on his bottle.

“It’s probably wishful thinking, but I hope they don’t get into it. As long as they’re getting along, they’ll work together, and it’ll keep them safer.”

“Yeah, that’s a pipe dream. They’re always going to butt heads. Truthfully, if they weren’t, I’d think something was wrong.” Sabre took a long pull from his bottle.

He was trying to be better, but if I pushed a little more, Sabre would take Grace’s side.

I sighed. My elbow was on the bar, and I placed my cheek in my hand.

I wasn’t angry, but I was tired of having these conversations where nothing ever changed.

“That’s ironic. You threaten Pretty on the daily.

What makes that any different from the girls? ”

“Fuck you.” He took another pull before setting his empty bottle on the bar and ordering another one from the prospect. “I hate when you’re right. When did you become so logical? I preferred when you were ripping things to shreds.”

I laughed, but there was no humor behind it as the prospect cleared away our empties and sat another round in front of us.

Sabre chugged half of his. “If you think you’re leaving the club, I’ll kill you with my bare hands and bury you in the backyard. Problem solved, bitch.”

“You offered a new life to anyone who wanted it, with no retaliation. I’ve never known you to go back on your word.” I felt him analyze the side of my face, but I was serious. If I had to, I’d pack Meredith up, and we’d leave.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to believe you’re sincere when I would do the same thing in your position. Give me tonight, and tomorrow I’ll be her biggest fan.” He laughed, chugging the rest of the beer.

“Don’t be a dick.” I laughed at him. Standing from my barstool, I slugged him in the shoulder for good measure. “I’m sleeping in tomorrow. You know, with my wife .” I wiggled my eyebrows, knowing he hadn’t used the ring he’d bought.

“Now who’s being a dick?” He laughed.

I slugged his arm again. “Sometimes, you just have to take what you want and fuck asking.”

“Your wife was unconscious, fucker.”

“She hasn’t asked for a divorce yet, and I’m still breathing.

It’s going well.” I laughed as I headed towards the stairs.

Taking two at once, I was ready to spend some quality time with my woman.

She’d claimed she was heading to bed earlier, but it had been code for getting some solitude.

I didn’t mind since she’d started hanging out in the main room more.

I rounded the top stair, still chuckling as I continued down the hallway towards my room.

As vice president, I had the largest room on this side of the second floor.

Reaching my door, I turned the knob, not sure what I was going to walk into.

The room was dark, and I stepped in quickly and closed the door.

My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness, but I still tried to search the room.

She hadn’t turned down the bed. My heart rate spiked, fear pouring off my skin.

Did she leave the clubhouse? It wasn’t until I caught the light underneath the ensuite door that I calmed down.

I heard the water slosh. I would have bet my life savings there was more water on the floor than in the tub. Meredith loved to soak, but she often forgot where she was, and the water would overflow.

I hung my club cut on the hook in the wall before I sat in the chair near the door.

Unlacing my boots, I silently slid my feet out of them.

I didn’t want her to know I was in the room, my mind wheeling with the possibilities.

Meredith had a soaking tub in her condo that we used to fuck around in, and while the one in my bathroom wasn’t that large, I could think of a few things to try.

I’d just told Sabre to take what he wanted, so why couldn’t I do the same thing?

I laid my head against the back of the chair, closed my eyes, knowing exactly why I couldn’t.

I’d been running on adrenaline for most of the day, so I could only imagine how Meredith felt.

If she was exhausted, I’d make sure she didn’t drown and then put her to bed.

If she let me hold her, I’d consider that a step in a comfortable direction.

I was used to being in the friend zone, even though she was my wife.

In the early days, I hadn’t pushed her for anything, knowing it was the last thing on her mind.

The longer we went with no physical activity, the easier it had become to ignore those urges.

The devil on my shoulder was pumping his hips in anticipation.

“We’re getting laid,” he sang over and over, but I didn’t pay him any attention.

I didn’t want to rush her. If she wasn’t ready, I’d sit outside of the tub, letting her lead the conversation.

She meant more to me than a quick fuck, and if that wasn’t in the cards, I could wait.

Any piece of her she willingly gave me was enough to satisfy me for now.

Do I have the cajones to seduce my wife?

Yes, yes, I did. I wanted to continue what we had started earlier until we were both a sweaty mess.

I’d let her fall asleep and then wake her up a few hours later to do it all over again.

She’d rubbed against me, and it was like my body had woken up from hibernation.

We were willing and ready to go. She just had to give a sign she wanted more. I wouldn’t say no.

I stripped to my boxers and sauntered to the bathroom, planning to burst through the door and strike a pose.

It sounded better in theory. I ripped the door open, but when I first saw her in the tub, my brain misfired.

She was stunning, and I couldn’t look away, but I didn’t see the pile of clothes she’d left in front of the door.

Preparing to lean against the doorjamb, my foot slipped, and I almost fell on my face as I tripped on her leggings.

Laughter floated through the bathroom. “Are you drunk, Jonathan?” Her eyes had been closed, but two slits appeared as she turned her face towards me.

“On your beauty.” She’d take it as a light-hearted joke, but I was serious.

A messy bun held most of her blonde curls, but some had escaped and bounced in the water at her shoulders.

She opened her eyes wider, and the light highlighted the gold specks in her brown pupils.

It was the sense of peace radiating from her I had mostly reacted to.

I wasn’t fooling myself that our issues were over, but for now, I could have wept with happiness.

She laughed again. “You can come closer. I won’t bite. Hard.”

One foot in front of the other. I couldn’t believe I had to remind myself how to walk, but I made it the tub. Bending over to grip the edge, my knees gave out, and I hit the tile floor with a thump . I hadn’t thought that one through, and I winced from the pain.

“Poor baby.” She raised her wet hand to my cheek, and I instantly turned to kiss her palm, getting a mouthful of bubble bath. I spat and sputtered until the rose taste disappeared.

Her knee broke the surface of the water as she bent it. “If you’re lucky, I might share my bubbles with you.” Meredith raised her hand and blew a kiss, the air making the suds dance in her palm.

I picked up the pink poof ball that hung from the shower faucet, dribbling body wash on it. Placing my hand underneath her knee, I straightened out her leg, running the poof ball from her toes to where the water swallowed up her thigh, before rinsing it in the water.

“This is nice,” she said, shifting in the tub to raise her other leg and spilling water over the edge. “Shit.”

I wouldn’t stop bathing her, and I didn’t care how much water spilled. We could have a new pool in our bathroom, and I wouldn’t give a flying fuck. “Lean forward.” I watched as she followed my instruction, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.

I poured more body wash on the poof, and as I was making large circles down her arms and across her back, I whispered in her ear, “My little head has had no action since the last time he pillaged your sweet pussy.”

She laughed, laying her head on her arms. “You didn’t die? You’re an all night long, five nights a week guy.”

“It’s no fun playing by myself when I know what it feels like to play with you.

” I pulled at the hair tie and let her blonde curls spill down her back.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself. The devil on my shoulder agreed.

He was still dancing around, thinking he was going to get laid, and my dick chimed in.

I was harder than I’d been in a while, but I didn’t want to push her.

It was enough just to touch her like this.

I cupped my hands to gather water and then let it fall from the top of her head through her hair.

It wasn’t fast, but it did the trick. I’d have to install a portable shower head, and the devil jumped up and down.

The ideas were endless. Grabbing the shampoo bottle, I was pouring some into my hand when I heard her.

“I’m sorry, Jon. It all spun out of control rapidly, and I didn’t handle any of it well. I don’t even know why I started the fight about Brandon cheating. It was the past, and I didn’t care.”

I froze, my hand in midair as the shampoo ran out of the bottle.