Heroes Of The Dixie Wardens MC: Life To My Flight Part 28

"I've never been in here before, but it's kinda cozy," I said as I let my head fall back against the tub.

I'd purchased the tub with Rue in mind.

We'd been at an estate sale to buy her Nonnie a few nice things for her birthday when she'd spied the tub.

At the time, she'd gone through the entire house looking at all the things, and the one thing I saw draw her eyes over and over was this tub.

However, it'd been extremely overpriced, so we'd left with empty arms, despite wanting the beautiful piece.

I'd gone back over later that night after the sale had ended to see an older man loading the piece into the back of his truck.

When I'd pulled into his driveway, I'd asked him what he planned on doing with it, and he'd said he was taking it to an auction house later on in the week.

When I'd told him how much my girl had liked it, he'd smiled wistfully and told me about his own wife and how much she'd liked it when they'd purchased it over fifty years ago.

He told me that it held so much sentimental value that he hadn't wanted to let it go, so he'd set the price too high, knowing no one would want to buy it. He also had nowhere to take it anymore since he was moving in with his son later that week.

I'd purchased it from him for half the price, and left with him knowing that I planned to give it to my girl for her birthday one day soon.

However, I'd f.u.c.ked up and ruined it, and I'd been kicking myself for it ever since.

"Do you remember looking at that tub at the estate sale when we went for your grandmother's birthday present?" I asked.

She nodded. "Sure do. This one looks nearly exactly like it. Where'd you find it?"

Reaching forward, I grabbed the foot that was slipping closer and closer to my b.a.l.l.s, and lifted it into my hands. Rubbing it softly, I encouraged a moan out of her before I told her what I did next.

A smile tilted up the corners of my mouth. "This is it."

Her mouth fell open and she froze. "You're kidding me."

I shook my head. "Nope. This is it. I bought it for you the week before we...yeah."

She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, there were tears gathering in the beautiful depths. "You bought it for me?"

I nodded once. "Yes. You couldn't keep your eyes off it that day. The man was more than happy to give it to someone that could make some more memories in it like he did."

"That's kind of gross to think about," she said as she leaned forward and swam to me. "But I'm pretty sure we can make some h.e.l.lacious memories in this b.i.t.c.h."

I grinned so wide my face hurt. "We sure as h.e.l.l can."

Then I kissed her.

Her lips were cool from the water drying on her skin, and her hair smelled like the men's body wash I used instead of her girly soap.

Her long arms wrapped around my neck as her body practically floated above mine, tempting, but not quite touching.

All, that is, except for the head of my d.i.c.k.

That was most definitely touching her.

It was jabbing her insistently in the belly as our tongues rubbed and snaked along each other's. Her hands latched onto my ears, grasping them hard as I plundered her mouth.

Her nipples beaded against my chest, and drug excruciatingly slow over the smooth expanse of my chest each time she moved.

Sensing her need for more, I latched onto her hips and spun her around until her back was against my front, and her naked a.s.s was pressed flush against the cradle of my hips.

She hissed when the cool air kissed the tips of her nipples, and my free hand snuck up and latched onto the tight, turgid tip.

My mouth found the crook of her neck as I let the nearly three days of growth on my face rasp against the super soft skin.

Her a.s.s ground down into my ready c.o.c.k, and she undulated against me, provoking a growl to burst from my chest.

Using the buoyancy of the water, I lifted her and positioned my c.o.c.k, and then pulled her back down until my c.o.c.k sat poised at her entrance.

She took over from there, moving her legs up until they were placed flat on either side of my thighs before pus.h.i.+ng down, slowly taking my length inside her body.

She felt like freakin' heaven.

Her body was like a tight, warm glove.

One that was made specifically for me.

So perfect, in fact, that she felt like there'd never been anybody but us.

She lowered herself down, down, and down until I was seated in her fully.

Her a.s.s rested against my hips.

"G.o.d, you feel brilliant," I moaned against the wet skin of her back.

She concurred with a grunt as she started moving, lifting all the way up until the head of my c.o.c.k was just barely lodged inside of her before sinking all the way down.

I'd never had s.e.x in the shower before, much less the bath, so this was a new experience; but now that I'd had it, I knew it wouldn't be our last foray in this bathtub.

We'd have many, many more to come.

On that thought, one hand found her hip, latching on so hard that I feared she'd be bruised in the morning. However, I didn't let up, not even minutely.

I watched her bounce up and down, each plunge making her t.i.ts slap against the water, creating small ripples on the surface.

My eyes stayed glued to her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s as she worked me harder and harder, chasing her o.r.g.a.s.m with a ferociousness that surprised me.

Her head flung back, and the wet strands of her hair tickled my chest.

My free hand reached up and tangled with the long locks, keeping her head back, and exposing the long column of her throat.

There was just something so erotic about the whole show she was putting on for me that my release started filling up my b.a.l.l.s.

My impending o.r.g.a.s.m made my eyes narrow, and I pushed her forward and off of me.

She moaned when my c.o.c.k left her slick heat, but I didn't make her wait for long.

Shoving her forward until she was leaning over the side of the tub, the only thing out of the water was her hot p.u.s.s.y, and the long stretch of her back.

Lining my c.o.c.k up with her hole, I shoved inside, lifting her knees from the bottom of the tub slightly before withdrawing.

I withdrew completely, allowing my c.o.c.k to kiss the entrance of her p.u.s.s.y before I shoved back inside her. Deep.

The head of my c.o.c.k hit the back of her tight sheath, b.u.mping up against the entrance to her womb.

"Yes," she breathed as she threw her head back again.

I grinned devilishly, and shoved forward again.

She took each thrust I had to give, and gave back more.

It didn't take but three more rough thrusts before I felt her core clutch me tightly, clamping down on me so hard that I saw Jesus.

I growled, allowing myself to let go, shoving into her p.u.s.s.y with short, erratic strokes.

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I groaned loudly, followed shortly by my release shooting out of my c.o.c.k at what felt like a million miles an hour to get buried deep inside her still clenching sheath.

We stayed just how we were for a few minutes, resting and catching our breath.

"This is about how I saw our first time in this tub going," I supplied.

She laughed. "Yeah, that's all I kept thinking about that time I saw it, too."

Smiling wide, I pulled out of her, watching as my release and hers combined started to leak from her channel.

Reaching forward with my thumb, I gathered our combined juices and rubbed them into her pouting lips. "You're beautiful."

She sank her lower half down into the water and turned to me.

"You say the nicest things," she said cheekily.

I dipped my head, gesturing to the water. "The water's pretty cold, now."

She nodded, reached her hand to the bottom of the tub before raising it in between her thighs.

She washed herself efficiently as I stood and dried off.

Hanging the wet towel on the rack, I grabbed a new one just as she stood and lifted her leg over the lip of the tub.

"I like your bath mat, too," she said as she wiggled her wet toes in the memory foam beneath her feet.

I wrapped the towel around her shoulders and pulled her into my naked chest.

"I bought it for you," I said solemnly.

She tilted her head and looked up at me.

"Why?" I asked.

Leaning forward, I kissed her on the tip of her cold nose before answering.

"So you can bathe me like the king I am," I said before letting her go and running away.

Her screech of outrage followed me into my room, but the look on her face was worth it.

A hundred times over.

Chapter 17.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably dangerous.

-Life Lesson Cleo "Hey," Rue said as I pulled on a pair of knit shorts over my boxer briefs.

I looked up to find her watching me with a small smile on her face. "Yeah?"

"Do y'all ever allow ride along's?" She asked.

I nodded. "Sure. All the time."

"Really? Do I have to sign up or something? Do I need to have any special permissions?" She asked.

I shook my head again as I pulled a black s.h.i.+rt out of my drawer and shrugged it on. "No. It's really up to whomever is on duty at the time. Who the flight medic is. Why do you ask?"

She pursed her lips. "I just want to ride along. I've always enjoyed doing the trauma rooms, but I think it'd be interesting to see your side of things. I've always been curious about first responders."

"Come with me. What good is being boss if I can't let you come with me whenever the h.e.l.l I want to?" I asked.

She grinned widely. "Okay...what do I wear?"