Bonus scene Chelsea

The tiles under me were cold. Before the chill could seep into my skin, Storm had the bath running. Steam drifted up off it and wandered slowly towards the ceiling.

I followed it with my gaze, mesmerised by the wisps.

“I won't make this too full,” Storm said. “Just in case.”

I didn't need to ask him 'just in case what?' If I couldn't move, I couldn't stop myself from sinking under the water and drowning. If he dropped me, or needed to step away…

He pulled off his shirt, distracting me from the steam. His muscular body was crisscrossed with scars, mostly old ones over his taut abdomen.

He dropped his shirt to the floor and shed his pants, leaving him in black boxer briefs with a visible tent.

His jaw worked back and forth as he regarded me. “I'd feel better if you could put your arms around my neck, but we can do this.” Leaning down, he placed his arms under my knees and shoulders, and scooped me up off the tiles. Effortlessly, he lifted me over the side of the bath and placed me into the water.

“Is that too hot? Too cold?” His brow dipped in a V.

“It's perfect,” I said. “Thank you.”

He nodded and kept an arm around my shoulders while reaching to shelf beside the bath for a washcloth.

Draping it over the side of the bath, he reached again, this time for a bottle of body wash. He pressed on the dispenser to fill his hand and started to smear rose scented body wash all over my body.

Brow creased in concentration, he paid extra attention to the insides of my thighs. A visible, hard swallow accompanied him spreading it lightly around my pussy.

“This is a new kind of torture,” he said, his teeth gritted. “Remind me to punch Frost the next time I see him.”

I couldn't contain a small laugh. “You'd have to punch me too for letting him do it.”

“I'd never punch you.” He dipped the washcloth in the warm bath water and started to rinse the body wash away.

“You say that now,” I said. “But never say never.”

“Never,” he said more firmly. “You'd never give me a reason.”

His blind faith was sweet, but potentially misplaced. I was as far from perfect as a person could be. For now, though, I wouldn't distract him by arguing with him. He was the one keeping me from sinking deeper under the water after all. The bottom of the bath was slippery enough for me to slide on and turn face down. A fact I suspected we were both very much aware of.

He passed the washcloth over my hair, trickling water on my face before wiping it away.

“Have you ever thought about being a nurse?” I asked. “You give good baths.”

“I don't know about that.” He glanced towards the bottles containing shampoo and conditioner, then back at me. “I couldn't do this.”

Lifting me slightly, he climbed over the side of the bath and into the water. He manoeuvred me so I was lying between his legs, the back of my head on the flat planes of his stomach. His erection poked into my back.

“That's better.” He picked up the shampoo and squirted some onto his hand before working it into my hair. He massaged it in with fingers that were firm, but gentle at the same time.

Even more carefully, he lifted my head off his stomach and tilted my face back so my hair was under the water. One hand holding me in place, he used the other to rinse off the shampoo, then repeated everything with the conditioner.

“I'm going to let the bathwater out before we get out,” he said.

He reached over to raise the plug and let the bathwater be sucked away with a loud slurp. The kind that would have had me hopping out of the bath quickly when I was a kid.

Thinking back now, that seemed funny, but at the time I hated it. It scared the shit out of me. When he realised how much, my brother Isaac would wait until I was out of the room and pull the plug for me. He never once teased me about it, not even when we got older.

Once most of the water was gone down the plughole, Storm crouched beside me and scooped up my wet body in his massive arms.

My stomach dropped, worried I'd slip out of his arms, but he held me close enough to feel his racing heart. Firm enough that I wasn't going anywhere. He wouldn't let me fall. Wouldn't let me break.

He carried me back out of the bath and lay me down on a dry towel. Using another, he dried my body, taking extra care with my hair, pussy and breasts. All the while, his eyes were dark and his breathing shallow. He wasn't going to lose his self-control, but it was taking a lot of effort for him to keep a handle on it.

“There, perfect.” He left me lying for a few moments while he quickly dried himself off and discarded his wet briefs. His cock was long and hard, pointing at me. It bobbed as he moved around the bathroom to scoop me back up and take me to his bedroom.

He lay me down on his bed and rummaged around his cupboard before coming back with a pair of oversized track pants and a T-shirt.

As if I was a porcelain doll, he picked up one of my legs, then the other, pulling on the pants and sliding them up to my hips. He used the same care with the T-shirt, pulling it over my head, then working my arms in one after the other. He tugged down the hem and nodded his satisfaction.

“Let's get you under the covers.” He rolled me over, tugged them back and rolled me until he could pull the blankets over me. “I could get used to having you there, in my bed.” He leaned over to kiss my forehead. “Get some sleep.”

He turned away to pull on a fresh pair of boxers and climbed in beside me.

The last thing I knew before I fell asleep was the feel of his firm body snuggling up to me, and his soft sigh.

He was hard as a rock on the outside, but on the inside, Storm Keller had a softer side. He could have taken advantage of me but he didn't. He'd wait and when the time was right, he'd fuck me.