Lennox nodded. “Yeah, I do. Nice to see you again, James.”

James nodded once at her, and his eyes went down to the chicken on the counter.

“Planning on feeding an army?” He asked.

I’d been silently wondering the same thing, but I’d managed to keep that thought to myself.

James, however, didn’t have the same self-control as I did.

“I usually cook for the entire ER, when I do have time to cook. I don’t know how to cook normal sized portions,” she admitted bashfully.

“Well then, I’ll just have to do you a favor and stay for dinner,” Shiloh grinned, rubbing her hands together forcefully.

James snorted. “My wife can’t resist carbs.”

“Hey, you said just this morning that you liked what carbs did to my…” James covered Shiloh’s mouth before she could get any further, and I shook my head.

The two of them were awesome, but when they fought it was like trying to separate two junk yard dogs from their bone. Impossible and eerily captivating to witness.

“Well,” Lennox said, opening the oven door to produce her potatoes. “Time to eat!”

***

“Are you sure this is okay?” Lennox asked worriedly.

I sighed and brought her into my room, shut the door, and then locked it.

“My daughter sleeps like the dead, and it literally takes me picking her up and standing her in the shower before she’ll move from Zombie Reagan to Awake Reagan. Trust me, she won’t care,” I urged, pulling her with me to the shower.

She reluctantly followed, practically dragging her feet the entire way.

“Your daughter’s really good,” she admitted as I pulled her inside.

I nodded distractedly as I stuck my hand into the shower and turned the water to hot.

“I have to thank my mom for the manners,” I confessed. “My way of doing things is just to take. Reagan’s is to ask. Which I guess is a good thing, mostly.”

“It’s a very good thing,” she agreed. “She’d fit right in at some of the dinner parties my parents forced me to attend.”

I stuck my hand into the water, testing the heat.

Satisfied with the degree, I turned to Lennox and slipped her shirt over her head.

“You’re lucky I had an extra set of scrubs in my car, or you wouldn’t have gotten me to stay,” she said, raising her hands up to allow the shirt to move without getting caught on her shoulders.

I snorted. “You were staying. I didn’t care what devious thing I had to do to accomplish that, either.”

She flipped her hair out of her eyes and looked at me worriedly.

“I’m going to have to go change my number and think about moving again, too. This time I think I’ll try a guarded gated community,” she whispered, shivering slightly.

I’d told her, after Shiloh and James had left, about what the fliers that’d been pinned to all of the cars had said and she’d paled.

Here was a woman that greatly valued her privacy, and one person singlehandedly ruined it for her.

“I’ll go with you to get the new phone before you have to be at work, and I’ll take you on the way to the station. As for the gated community part…it happened, but like I told you earlier, it’s more than obvious to me that she has some help somewhere. Whomever she is, she had to have help. It doesn’t make sense that she can do all the things she’s done to you without at least one witness pointing her out,” I explained.

She shivered as she got rid of her bra, followed quickly by her pants.

Then, suddenly, I lost my train of thought as all the blood rushed from my head, and straight to my dick.

As she yanked her hair out of her ponytail, she kept ranting about her circumstances.

“I can’t even live my life. It’s like every day I wake up and wonder if this’ll be the day she goes too far,” she muttered. “Well, obviously today was the day. And it was the first time I woke up without my mind immediately going there.”

As she spoke, I started to empty my pockets onto the bathroom counter, then slowly started on my clothes.

When she caught onto the fact that she couldn’t park at a mall without worrying, I shucked my pants, letting them drop to the ground around my ankles.

“Why does this water feel like it’s coming out of a jet?” She asked, going up onto her tippy toes and pulling the shower head off the hook.

Once she had it in her grasp, she started to twist the head as I got into the shower behind her.

“There’s a maid that comes in once a week,” I said, taking the shower head from her hands, turning it onto the shower portion before hanging it back up.

I crowded into her back, letting my erection rub along the crack of her ass.

The water poured down onto us, and my eyes closed as Lennox turned and started a head to toe scrub with a bar of soap she found at the top railing.

Usually, I used a men’s two in one body wash and shampoo, but I was enjoying having her hands rub the bar of soap along my abs and thighs.

“God,” she said, sounding sympathetic. “You really need to get some more sun. Your legs are whiter than my sheets are at home.”

I snorted and reached for the shampoo I’d bought by accident when I thought it was men’s.

Turns out it was a woman’s shampoo and smelled like flowers. Something that I couldn’t use because I wasn’t fond of smelling like a chick, and something Reagan couldn’t use because it made her eyes burn.

“I don’t have time to sunbathe. It’s not often that I’m ever without pants, and if you’re seeing my bare legs, you probably won’t be thinking about their whiteness for long,” I told her honestly.

She smiled.

“I use the green house in my backyard,” she said, picking up the bar of soap once again. “During the summer I go out there and open all the blinds, and lay by the window picking up some sun.”

She started to soap up her breasts, and suddenly I lost all cognitive thought as I watched the suds slip down her chest. Bubbles formed on her bare belly, and then sluiced down the apex of her thighs.

“Bennett?” She asked huskily.

I tore my eyes from the woman’s beautiful pussy, and met her eyes.

“Yeah?” I rasped, licking my lips.

She smiled. “I’ve never had shower sex.”

Chapter 9

I sew because fuck you. That’s why.

-Coffee Cup

Lennox

“I’ve never had shower sex,” I confessed softly.

His grin practically blinded me as his warm body crowded mine, pinning me to the cool shower wall as he did.

“You know,” he said, running his lips against my neck. “I can’t say that I have, either. Oh, it’s seen a lot of pull time, but it’s yet to actually be broken in by a true fucking.”

I gasped as his fingers found the tips of both breasts.

“I think I could help you and your shower with that,” I said huskily, eyes hooded as I looked up into his gorgeous honey eyes.

He growled against my neck before dropping his head, lifting my breast up by pinching the nipple between both of his fingers, and using the point of his tongue to tease the very tip.

Thoroughly driving me insane.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my hips bucking as he pinched harder.

“Naughty mouth,” he breathed, lifting the other breast up with his hand cupped around the lower swell before sucking the entire thing into his mouth.

He pulled hard, swallowing the engorged tip like a starving man ready for his next meal.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I gasped as my knees started to knock together.

He chuckled, withdrawing until the tip of my nipple from his mouth with a soft pop. Then he started to lap at it, licking the water that was dripping down my chest.

Taking a step back, he fisted his hand into my hair, and started to guide me down to my knees.

His thick, jutting erection was only inches from my mouth when I finally settled to my knees, and I wasted no time leaning forward and sucking the large head into my mouth.