Free Rough Play by Keri Ford

go?”
    “Only if you want to.”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Wash my back in the shower to start with.”
    Her eyes widened and she raked her lower lip with her teeth. “That could possibly be arranged.”
    “Oh yeah? How so?”
    “I’ll start with your back. It won’t end with sex though.”
    “No sex…why?” See, there she went again. Because she was all about sex with them. And he was all over that arrangement.
    She grinned and crossed the room to him. “Because just a few hours ago you had me against a wall.”
    “I didn’t find anything wrong with that.” In fact, it had been pretty damn fantastic sneaking around the manor with her. Not that his brother would like it, but what the man didn’t know wasn’t going to kill him.
    She pulled at his belt. “Spice is the life.”
    “You want variety?”
    She pulled the belt off with a long, slow tug and tossed it to the floor behind him. “And I used to rent this trailer. I’ve been in the shower. It’s tiny. I’m open to warming up the bathtub and washing your back in there.”
    “Now there’s an idea.” Tub full of water and her naked and hot. Slick. Yeah, excellent idea. He lifted his arms as she stripped his shirt off. Arms free, he grabbed her by the hips and lifted. Her legs wound his waist. Arms encircled his neck.
    And her nose wrinkled up. “Oh my God, you stink. I’d been hoping it was just your clothes.”
    He grinned and managed a love pat on her ass. “That’s the scent of man, doll.”
    “I don’t think so.” She leaned forward and sniffed. “Did you bathe in diesel and sweat?” She sniffed again and her cheeks puffed out in a classic vomit move. “Is that smoke too?”
    “Probably.” He lowered her. “I had to fill up the tractor today and it overflowed. And I burned another pile of junk off. I’ll clean off in the shower, you work on the bath.”
    “Good idea.” She walked backward and pulled off her shirt, tossing it in the chair.
    He followed after and she turned. She reached behind her and fingers tugged at the latches of her bra. The pink straps unsnapped and she dropped it on his kitchen counter, never missing a step toward his bathroom while he nearly tripped over his feet three times. And then he got in the bathroom and she was pushing down her shorts and panties at the same time. Her rounded ass faced him as she bent over and pulled them off her feet and tossed the clothes to the side.
    “Hey, Jacob?”
    He leaned against the sink as she bent and turned on the tub water. The muscles of her thighs were strong, firm, sculpted and matching the definition on her arms. He knew her skin was so damn soft, but her abs were defined by a line down the center of her belly. The sway of her back smooth and flat. Not the slightest fluff of love handles. He hadn’t noticed her muscles in bed. He knew she was strong. Felt her strength whenever he had her with the way she held herself against him, could tug him to her with ease, squeeze his hips with her thighs, but he hadn’t realized the absolute carved fitness. ‘Course she’d been lying flat instead of being up and moving. And her job no doubt required some strength and—
    “Jacob?”
    He blinked and glanced to her. “Yeah?”
    She shook her head and chuckled. Her breasts swayed as she moved. Legs looked elongated with the toe of one foot propped on the step of the wide garden tub. “Don’t forget to put a condom by the tub. Just in case.”
    He reached in his wallet and pulled one out. There was no just-in-case about it. “ Here. ”
    She grinned and walked to him. Her breasts were full. Nipples puckered and tight. Chill bumps covered her skin. Hips were wide and he knew the softness of those inner thighs. Sinfully soft. The slit of her opening even more so when coated with her silky wetness. She plucked the condom from his fingers. “Thank you.”
    He shucked his jeans and jumped into the fastest shower of his life. The hot water streaked over him as he