Free Stricken Trust (Stricken Rock) by S.K. Logsdon Page A

shaven and suddenly I am self-conscious. I cover it with my hands and he peers questionably up into my eyes.
      “Sorry James, I need to shave. I just can’t see it. I was going to have Stacy help me.” I blush embarrassed.
    He pulls my hand away. “I will help.”
    Wow. I can’t believe he just said that. He’s going to help me? What? This night is turning out to get even stranger.
    “Your knees are a little busted. I’ll wash the blood off in the tub.”
    “You’ll wash it off?” I look at him like he has two heads.
    He stands and reaches around my back and with one quick shot unclasps my bra like a pro. He’s good! I slide it off and toss it on the floor with the rest of my dirty clothes.
    Then he grabs his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. Oh, damn he’s sexy.
    “Why are you getting naked?”
    “I’m taking a bath with you. This way you can relax and I’ll wash you. Then I will help shave you.” He says, kicking off his boots, undoing his cargo pants which he drops to the floor along with his boxers in one quick swoop. All of them including his socks come off at once and I’m naked facing my sexy six foot two bodyguard with a semi.
    I get into the tub with his help and he gets in behind me. The bath is huge and the water is perfect. I lay my back to his chest. His hands wrap around me lovingly and cradles the babies. I’m so enveloped with his comfort that the water barely stings my broken skin.
    “This feels nice,” I murmur, nestling my head against him and he kisses my hair.
    “Yes, it does. Do you want me to help shave you now or after you’ve relaxed a while?” He inquires in a near whisper. His warm mouth close to my ear. That ignites my insatiable whore between my legs.
    “Now’s okay.” I sit up and slowly prop myself onto the edge of the tub, my calves still submerged in the hot water. “You’re sure you want to help?” I ask, uneasy. This is pressing a little far into the intimacy boundaries.
    He nods grabbing my purple disposable razor and shaving cream from the side of the tub. He squirts the cream into the palm of his hand and lathers it up, then gently applies it to my mound. And fuck does this feel good. I can’t believe his hands are caressing me like this. He glides over my clit and it jumps. Humming for a climax. I purr in my throat at the contact of pleasure. Closing my eyes, he takes the razor, and with his hands he parts my lips, and in even strokes shaves my lady parts. Rinsing the razor in the water between passes. I’m wet. Not just from the water but thanks to his direct contact to my pussy. It loves his warm fingers on it.
    “Do you want me to shave it all off or leave a patch?” He asks.
    How sweet of him. How many men would ask that? Ok. That’s not a very good question because most men wouldn’t even offer to do this.
    “You’re going to be the one looking at it. So whatever you find more appealing.” I answer honestly, staring at him positioned between my legs with his eyes intently focused on my folds.
    He nods and goes back to work. When he’s done, he cups water out of the tub with his hand and rinses me. I touch myself, running my fingers over my bare smoothness. It’s done perfectly with a small landing patch at the top.
    I smile brightly. “Thanks Papa Bear.”
    He drops the razor back on the side of the tub and places his big finger between my pussy lips and I jump. Holy fuck, he feels good. What is he doing?
    “James?” I croak then clear my throat. “James what are…?”
    He puts his other finger to my mouth to shush me.
    James leans his face down, angling himself better and sticks his tongue out and laps my needy core. I moan into the air and arch my back. The warmth of his soft tongue ignites my core as he circles my clit around and around. His breath heavy and hot on my sensitive skin.
    “Oh, James. You don’t have to…” I moan and he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Ohhhhh…. James. That feels so good.” I finger my hair as