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Hearing what I want, I tongue her nipple. Lara’sbody shivers under me, and her chest arches, craving more of a rougher touch.
I soothe her sore skin through her top. The cream cotton is soaked, her rose-colored skin beneath easy to see. I pepper kisses on her heavy breast, slowly making my way back to the oversensitive skin, laving it with my tongue once more.
I’m gently suckling when a throat clears behind me. Pushing off her, I spring away from the bed while she gives a startled squeak. Sitting up, Lara grips the edges of the blue robe, shoving it closed.
Kaleb stands near the door, grinning. “You might want to, uhh, hide that.” He gestures to my straining cock, the gray sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to hide my desire.
No longer distracted, I can hear Mom climbing the last few steps to join us on the third floor.Shit.
Walking to the bed, I sit beside Lara, who’s dazed and trying to catch her breath.
“Could you shut that off?” I ask him, pointing at where the bath water is still running.
Lara flops back on the bed as Kaleb leaves the room. Her hands fall to her sides, letting the gown fall open again. Reaching over, I rub her belly, an effort to soothe her embarrassment and an excuse to touch her again. Moving up, I tug the robe back to the center of her chest.
Quickly, I slide my hand inside, then grab and pinch her right nipple. “Get in the bath. No arguing.”
When she quickly nods, I give her a bright smile,releasing just as Mom enters my room. “That’s my good girl.”
Her already flush cheeks darken even further at my words.
I can’t hide my grin as my mother enters the room. I guess Daniel is onto something with the whole “good girl” thing.
Crossing my ankle over my thigh, I lean forward to hide how my cock is still trying to fight its way out of my pants.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lara
“That’s my good girl.”Michael’s words heat my body, my cheeks flaming even as their mom helps me hop into the connecting bathroom.
Peeking back, I see Kaleb take my place next to his brother, both men raising a brow at my hesitation.
Seeing no other way out, I close the door. My forehead taps the wood at the same time as it clicks closed.
Blowing out a sigh, I try to regain control. I need to get ahold of myself. Since when do I go to second base with strangers and let them grope me while their family is nearby? Never. I guess there’s a first for everything.
“I have a daughter and three sons. At this point, there’s not much I haven’t seen. There’s no reason tobe embarrassed. I’m not here to judge or make you feel uncomfortable.”
The sweet words help ease some of the tension in the room. Turning the best I can, I give her a grateful smile.
“Plus, my mother-in-law lived with us for a few years toward the end. My husband, Christopher, hadn’t wanted a stranger helping her with day-to-day things. So bathing was my job.” Her words help. The woman also screams calm and collected. “Unless of course, it’s the make-out session you just had with my son that has you blushing like a schoolgirl.” She smirks with a raised brow.
Not so much making out, more letting her son do some heavy petting. Not that I’m going to correct her.
The hot room suddenly feels like a sauna. Her laughter echoes around the room, and she closes the distance between us until she gently pats my overheated cheeks. Her kind blue eyes roam over my face, taking it in for just a second. A few pieces of her shoulder-length hair shimmer in the light, the blond and white strands mixing as it falls from behind her ear.
Blinking away tears, she says, “I’m so glad he found someone. I pray they all do, but after Daniel met his wife, I worried Michael might . . . struggle. I had hoped my next daughter-in-law would walk into this house of her own accord, but maybe Kaleb’s girl can come here without being carried.” Her words end with a chuckle.
Seeing my confusion, she brushes my hair back away from my face. “Ignore an old lady. And in case my smitten son didn’t already say, I’m Helen. Or you can just call me Mom.”
My jaw drops at her words. “Oh, no.” I shake my head. “Michael and I aren’t like that,” I insist, but my words lose all credibility when the wood beneath my back jolts from a forceful knock.
“Mom, is she in the bath? Princess, remember what we talked about.”
“Didn’t talk much,” I mutter.
Helen takes my elbow, supporting me to the vanity.
