Page 61 of Break Out the Girl

No. All I want is for her to be secure and happy. Have everything she needs, and if that includes the snake, so be it.

I move closer. Her breaths are getting panicky, so I slide an arm around her slim waist and pull her against my chest. Her fingers automatically snake behind my head and she leans in. As I rub her back I feel her begin to relax slightly. Her skin feels like velvet under my calloused palms.

And there is no hiding my hard cock pressed up against her stomach. It doesn’t appear to be freaking her out, so I just keep doing the soothing movements and hope she realizes I’m not trying to get a cheap thrill.

She mumbles something into my chest.

“What was that, Princess?”

“Will you shower with me?”

Fuck.

“Yes.”

I shuck off my clothing, leaving me in prison-issued boxers. We stand in our underwear, looking at each other and holding hands. A small smile forms on her lips. “Kinda different from the Quo shower scene. No Dot bending over to make sure her crack is plenty clean.”

My grimace makes a laugh bubble up from her throat. When I open the glass door and pull her inside, we exhale at the same time as the water hits our skin.

Fucking magical.

On a shelf is a selection of shampoos and shit. “Turn around.”

Some kind of fruity smell blooms in the steam as I massage shampoo into her hair. As she rinses, I wash my own.

“Is there conditioner?” she asks.

Conditioner?

I look through the bottles and hand her the one marked ‘volumizing’. I’m not a complete ape, I know what conditioner is, but it’s not something that was ever in our home growing up. She massages it into the ends of her hair as I take another bottle that announces it’s ‘stress relief bodywash’. I put a blob on my palm, then get her to turn away again, rubbing the soap into her shoulders, then down the smooth expanse of her back, skimming over the wet bra strap.

The moan that escapes her is pure torture.

So is the next moment. Aurora, still with her back turned, peels off the sports bra. After a pause, she bends slightly and removes her panties as well.

Fuck.

I remind myself very firmly that this is not an invitation, it’s an exhausted girl desperate to get warm and clean. I’m not sure what to do with my hands now, so I soap my own chest and pits.

“Tally?”

“Yeah, babe?”

She turns, her naked perfection wet and steaming. “Wash me.”

My breath hitches, and I nod, dumbly unable to vocalize a single word. Instead I pour more soap into my palm and then… just stand there like an idiot.

She takes my hand and brings it up to her chest, right into the center of her breasts. My cock jerks, fucking thing, no control.

I take a deep breath through my nose and allow my hand to glide in the valley, brushing the inner edge of her perfect pert mounds. And her nipples harden.

This time it’s me that groans. Fuck, I need clarity. “What’s happening here, babe,” I croak.

She looks up at me, water caught in her long lashes. “I don’t know, Tally. I don’t know anything. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, what’s going to happen next week. But I do know I want you to touch me. I—I haven’t been touched before…and I want it to be you.”

My heart flips the fuck out.

Bringing my head down, I gently capture her lips with mine. She’s so soft. She kisses me back, it’s slightly clumsy, a little unsure, and utterly divine. I brush my tongue against hers and she makes a small groan.