Free Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr

in the dishwasher. I can’t
face them right now, not when my horny level went from non-existent
to smoldering. I’m terrified that a single touch might set me off.
It is totally the new toy night for me. But as I think about it, it
would be kinda weird playing with myself in someone else’s bed,
especially when he is one of the people I will be imagining playing
with. Shit, time to think. Hmm, well maybe once they are asleep. I
can pretend to go to bed, read a little and maybe one of the
storybook heroes can come and take their place. Fat chance that
will happen, but a girl can hope, right?
    “We can finish cleaning, chéri .” I
didn’t even hear Wolf come up behind me until his hands held my
shoulders. “You can soak in the tub, I heard women like that kinda
thing.” And he would be right. Neither of my apartments had a bath
big enough for me, hell even this one didn’t. I swear they make
tubs for sticks or small children. Lord forbid a normal sized woman
actually want to take a bath and relax. But since he was offering I
can use this as the excuse, I need to leave. Plus, I can just sit
and read. I can at least do that part.
    “Sure thanks.” I spin and plaster what
hopefully looks like a sweet smile, instead of an Oh my god I
want you now smile. He nods and I walk my way around him to see
that Hawk is eating a second helping and almost finished the
casserole. Holy shit, at least know I know food won’t get wasted,
or have leftovers.
    “Enjoy your bath.” He nods as he takes
another drink of his beer. I, unfortunately, can’t help but follow
his action. The bottle reaches his lips, which are full, and I can
only imagine what they would feel like on my nipples. Shit, I jump
when he catches me watching him, and the bastard winks. Fuck
me.
    I quickly, well quick for me, make it to the
backroom. The bags sit on a corner where I had placed them. I dig
through one and find the new body wash and grab my Kindle, making
my way to the bathroom. But the closer I get, the more I can see
this might not work. Ignoring my inner fat chick, I start the
water, making sure it’s scalding hot, before I start to strip off
my clothes. I carefully fold them then set them on the sink.
Grabbing the body wash, I make my way to the tub. It won’t be that
bad. I set my Kindle down and put my foot into the hot water. It
feels amazing, and then I lower myself into the tub. Okay, so I do
fit, but just barely. It’s like those luxury tubs where people of
normal size can soak for hours and wash the day away. I can’t lay
down, but I can let my sore feet soak.
    I would normally shave my legs, but Shaylene
had other ideas when we did makeovers. Such as waxing. Damn that
shit hurt like a bitch. But I have to admit I love the finished
product. I never thought that being smooth and bare everywhere
would feel so sexy, and naughty. But Shay said everyone does it, I
know, I know. I can just hear all those moms out there remembering
the same old saying, “If they jump off a bridge would you jump
too?” But the truth was growing up how I did, yeah I would. But
now, I’m starting to stand on my own two feet. It’s Shay, or maybe
it is the two hot men in the other room that makes me feel as if
I’m going to be okay. It’s amazing how in less than forty-eight
hours my world was a mess and now I am taking it back. Maybe it is
just the shots, or the wine talking. Either way, I really don’t
give a shit anymore.
    However, this sets me off into a fit of
giggles. Whatever the reason, I feel better. This is a brand new
start for me. I have a new job—well I think I do, for now at least.
I have a new look that for once in my life I feel sexy and flirty,
and now my new toy.
    Grabbing my Kindle, I turn it on and find a
sexy book written by a new author from my favorite publishing
house. DeCota A. Jayme’s books are amazing, well the first few
pages are. The water starts to turn cold, but sadly, my libido is
burning. Getting out of the bath I dry then