positioning himself behind the claw-foot bathtub. She looked up at him, and her breasts bobbed through the bubbles, begging to be licked.
"I can't believe you didn't fight me on this, Duff. I love when you wash my hair."
"Me too."
"Yeah? Why do you like doing it?"
Dipping his hand into the water, he tugged casually on a lock of her hair. “I just liked doing it for you, I guess. It always made you happy, and I loved doing anything that made you smile."
Her lip quivered. “I'm so sorry—about everything. I know I've said it over and over, and there's really nothing I can do to change the pain I caused you."
"I think I'm finally making peace with it. I spent years being eaten up with anger, and I resented the hell outta you. When you first showed up again, those old feelings came back full force, and I wanted to make you pay for making me feel like that."
"And now?"
Duff kissed her cheek. “Now I wash your hair. After that, I really can't say."
She reached for him with a wet hand, pulling him into a proper kiss that took his breath away. She grinned at him as she always had—looking a lot like a devilish schoolgirl on the verge of being expelled.
"Y'all are some horny somebodies.” Bo stood in the doorway holding the shampoo.
"No need to be jealous.” She hooked a finger at him. “Come on over here, Bo."
He scampered over for his kiss, reminding Duff of a dutiful puppy hoping to be petted. He watched them together, and his heart was suddenly so full. It was almost like...like this was the way it should be.
That's crazy.
Yet no matter how he tried, he could not escape the thought.
"Let me put this under your knees, Duff.” Bo unfolded a towel.
"Sure."
With that out of the way, Duff shook the bottle and fixed her with a menacing stare. “This won't hurt a bit, I promise."
"Make it up to me later, Duff."
"Shit, Lily. I think you made Duff blush.” Bo sat cross-legged in front of the tub. “That's a new one."
"I do not blush.” But he did, and his red face was proof.
Lily lay back, shut her eyes, and waited.
"Our very own Sleeping Beauty,” Bo whispered.
Duff opened the bottle and poured shampoo into his hands. He liked the smell—sort of a mix of coconut, banana, and strawberry. Working slowly, he lathered the shampoo in her hair, starting at the roots and working down. “Bo, hand me the comb. It's on the faucet."
Lily smiled. “Thanks, baby. Detangling is a bitch."
The comb slipped easily through the creamy product as he combed her hair. He set down the comb and dug his hands into her scalp, massaging it in the circular motion she'd taught him.
"You're still so damn good at this,” she mumbled. “Just another in a long line of things, I guess."
"What else is he good at?” Bo asked. “I once allowed him to wax my chest, but I regretted it."
"Honey, if I have to explain to you the many, many ways in which Duff is gifted, the last couple of years have been wasted on you."
"Oh, you mean his dick? Shit, I don't consider that being gifted necessarily. That's just genetics and dumb luck."
Lily rolled her eyes. “You couldn't be more wrong. Trust me—it takes talent to wield a monster like what our Duff is packing. The big ‘uns can be deadly if not used properly. Take it from a woman who knows."
Duff yanked Lily's hair.
"Ouch! What'd you do that for?"
"Because y'all are sitting here talking about me and my cock like I'm not even here. Please. Stop. It."
A look passed between Bo and Lily that sent them both into hysterical laughter.
"How ‘bout we stop talking and start doing?"
Duff, who thought it a splendid idea, dunked Lily's head and reached for a towel.
Lily inhaled a hard breath.
"Am I hurting you?” Duff asked. He lay on his side, entering Lily from behind.
"Yes, but don't stop. You know I don't mind a little pain as long as there's a payoff."
"Hmm.” Bo knelt over them, eyeing the action. “I don't know if this is gonna work. I'd have to put her legs damn near at
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