Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Natalie Acres

Author:Natalie Acres [Acres, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Published: 2012-03-08T20:05:28+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Ansley awoke with a start. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll sleep better after you soak a few minutes,” Bailey told her, lifting a leg and bathing her.

Yawning, Ansley said, “I must’ve been dead to the world. I thought I was still curled up in bed. I had no idea I was in a bathtub.”

Bailey grinned, dragging the washrag over her breasts.

“Don’t get any ideas. I’m pretty sore.”

“I can only imagine,” Bailey remarked, his hooded gaze drifting over her as slowly as his cloth-covered hand. “You were terrific, Ansley. I’ve never enjoyed a woman more.”

“That’s good to know,” she said, guiding his arm between her legs as she rested her head on the neck support behind her. “I’d hate to think the effort was in vain.”

“Watch it,” he said, washing her pussy. “I’ll slide into that bathtub if I linger here for very long.” His arm spun in a circular pattern as he washed between her legs.

“You wouldn’t get very far,” she promised.

“Wanna bet?”

Peering over the side of the tub, she was relieved to find Bailey clothed from the waist down. “You’ll have to hold that thought for another few hours.”

“All clean down here,” he teased, immediately wringing water from the rag and tossing the absorbent terrycloth fabric aside.

His fingers skimmed through the water. As he swirled his hand just below the surface, he asked, “We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

“No,” she replied. “I’ve never felt so well loved.”

A long silence divided them. Bailey withdrew his hand and stood. Reaching for a towel, Bailey jerked when her fingers encircled his wrist. “Bailey, I didn’t mean…um…what I meant was…” She couldn’t think quickly enough to put his mind at ease. She didn’t want him under the impression that because they had sex, she expected a commitment.

Before she could gather her thoughts and finish her sentence, Bailey covered her hand with his. “Ansley, don’t.”

Their eyes met and his expression softened. “I hope you won’t say something you’ll regret.”

She gulped. Was she just used? Had they consumed her body and passed her around like a tray of delicious goodies but didn’t have any intentions of sampling her again?

Apparently so!

“I don’t have any fairy-tale wishes about a happily ever after now,” she assured him bitterly, snatching the towel from his hand. Wrapping herself in the warm cotton, she immediately felt ashamed of herself.

As soon as she saw the hurt in Bailey’s eyes, she questioned herself and her behavior. Was she afraid of being hurt? If so, why? How often had she gone to bed with someone and then been bathed and pampered afterward? How many men did that?

She was so stupid after sex. She always put the cart in front of the horse before she paid attention to where she was headed.

Stepping out of the tub, she touched his arm. “I’m grouchy. I need sleep. I don’t know what any of this means, but just so you know, you aren’t under the gun here. No fantasies for an everlasting future exist here.”

As quick as a whip, Bailey grabbed her.

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