The Virgin Duet(51)

“This is why we don’t leave the penthouse,” I say through gritted teeth. I’ll never get used to how bad the press can be and how harassing they are. I just get better at hiding in my tower and only coming out for work and certain events.

“Take us back, I’m scared.”

“I’ve got you. No one will touch my fairy.”





“Still no answer?” Tink asks from the tub.

“None. And his tracker is off. His phone must have been disabled. I’ve called a few people and they are looking into it.” As soon as we got back I put her in a warm bath to relax while I made phone calls.

I talked to five of my guys that I use besides Hank and the last trace we can get is near Nico’s club. I’m not shocked in the least. I’m also pretty sure Nico is the one who let the media know about the baby and where we were to cause a scene. I’m sure he’s disappointed he didn’t get Rebecca at the same time, and my rage boils at the thought.

“Maybe you should come get in the bath with me for a bit. I think you need to relax, too.”

“You and I both know what will happen if I get in that bath.”

Tink giggles a little and spreads her arms wide as if in invitation. “That's the point, Vanilla.” It amazes me how easily she’s able to emotionally process things in a situation like this, but then I remind myself that she’s had a hard life too, and this isn’t the worst thing she’s been through.

“All right, but no funny business,” I say, and she gives me a wicked smile.

I strip down and get in the tub behind her, letting the ungodly amount of bubbles surround us.

“How many bottles of bubble bath did you use?”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy them. Look at all the fun we can have,” she says, and turns around in my arms. She’s giving me a big smile and then leans back a little at my questioning face.

“What kind of fun can we have with bubbles?”

“Well, for example, these are edible bubbles.”

“What?” I ask in confusion.

“I picked them up before I um…took off.” She hesitates at her own words but quickly covers it up. “And they are still here, so I thought I would use them.” I can see she’s hesitant to mention when she left me, but having her with me now takes away those dark clouds.

“So we can eat our bath? I love you, Tink, but that seems a bit much.”

She giggles and leans back a little more. “I love you too. Suit yourself, but I thought for sure you’d want a taste.” At that moment she grabs her breasts and pushed them together, letting the bubbles pile up in her cleavage. She leans down a little and licks the crease covered in bubbles and my hard cock is now at fully erect and at a painful level. I’m not sure if it’s gone down in the past twenty-four hours.

“Mmmm, Vanilla. Not bad,” she says, and goes back to licking her breasts.

I snap and pull her hands away, letting her breasts go. They bounce a little, and I lick my lips, needing to taste them myself. I pull her to me and make her straddle my lap, while my mouth finds her nipples covered in the sweet suds. I lick and suckand moan around her skin and I feel her lean down and put her tongue on my neck.

“Fuck,” I moan around her nipple. “This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Before I know it, my cock is inside her and we’re kissing and tasting our vanilla-coated skin as I fuck her slowly. When we both finally cum, we decide to take a shower and rinse off the sticky mess. When the shower leads to more sticky messes we give up trying to get clean, and I put her to bed.

“Sleep for a little, Tink. When you wake up, I’ll have some food ready.” She’s barely conscious enough to nod her head against the pillow before I hear her even breathing.





BECS

“Wake up, my little fairy.”

I feel Bray’s warm lips on my cheek. I love when he wakes me like this. I crashed hard after our bath. I’m not sure if it’s the baby or the events that have happened over the past few days, but I was exhausted. Maybe it is a little bit of both. I can’t remember how I made it to the bed, or how long I’ve been asleep. Reaching out, I try to pull Bray to me, but he resists.

When I open my eyes, I can see the worry on his face. It’s such a big change from the man he was when I met him. Instead of ice-cold indifference all the time, he lets some of his feelings show. Maybe I’ve just learned to read him better, but either way it warms me to have that now.

“What’s wrong?” I question, sitting up in bed. The soft light flooding the room indicating I’ve only been asleep for a little while, because the sun is just setting.