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“I don’t!”
He grinned and carried her into a huge bedroom. It was kind of sparse. The bed was enormous, with a large headboard made of a wooden frame with a leather insert.
There were two matching nightstands and a television on the wall at the end of the bed. A dark-blue rug lay on the floor under the bed. And that was it. No knickknacks, no lamps, no photos. Not even a stray sock or pair of boxers on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You’re very tidy.”
He grunted. “I like things to be a certain way. I like order and structure.”
What the heck was he doing with her then? Nothing about Faith was neat and tidy.
He carried her through into a bathroom. It was completely tiled with black, white, and gold marble. It was so opulent that it took her breath away. Two sinks, an enormous walk-in shower, and a jetted bath tub. There was a door to the side which she guessed led to the toilet. Reuben set her down by the shower before reaching in to turn it on.
“This is . . . it’s so gorgeous.”
“You like it?”
“How could I not?”
He glanced around as though taking it in for the first time. “It’s nice.”
Wow. He must be used to fancy things if he thought this was just nice.
He undid her dress the rest of the way and it pooled at her feet. She was in too much awe to really care that she was fully naked for the first time in front of him.
Thank God she’d shaved everything today, though.
“Come on, the water is warm enough.”
“Oh.” She stared at him as he stepped into the shower and held a hand out to her. “I just, um, need to go to the toilet first.”
Faith could feel him leaking out of her. And it might be weird, but she wanted to clean up before she got in the shower.
“Blossom, get in here. Now.”
She was stepping into the shower before she’d even thought about it.
With a sigh, she stared up at him in disgruntlement. “What if I’d needed to pee? It’s a good thing to pee after sex.”
“Did you need to pee?”
“No,” she grumbled. “I wanted to clean up a bit.”
“I’ll clean you up.” He lowered his finger to her pussy, running it over her slit. “But you’re right, you should pee after sex. I just don’t like the idea of you getting rid of the evidence that I was inside you, claiming you.” He pushed two fingers into her pussy, making her gasp.
Then he drew them away and started washing her. He wouldn’t let her help as he washed every inch of her. Taking out her lucky hair clip, he started washing her hair.
She’d never had her hair washed by a partner before. It was divine. He even massaged her scalp.
Finally, she slumped against him in exhaustion. Picking her up, he carried her out of the shower. He quickly dried them both off before wrapping her hair in a towel. Then he turned her toward the toilet.
“Go pee. I’m going to get us some water. I’ll bring you something to wear as well.”
She stumbled her way to the toilet. After peeing, she walked out and spotted a T-shirt sitting on the counter. It was a faded charcoal and had the words, ‘Wishingbone, Montana’ on the front. She pulled it on. It was so soft and it fell well past her bottom.
Wait. Wasn’t Wishingbone where his sister lived?
