Page 94 of The Recovery Coach
She tilted her head over the side of the tub.With water cold enough that it almost hurt, he rinsed her hair until the water ran clear.He set the shower head aside and lathered his hands with shampoo.Livy loved this part, so he took special care to massage her scalp.
She groaned at the attention, and the sound sent blood rushing directly to his dick.He froze, and she whined.“Don’t stop, that feels nice.”
Panic coursed through him, but he kept going, doing his best to power through and calm the fuck down.He rinsed her, then repeated the process with conditioner.Her soft sigh made him drop the shower head, and it flailed about the bottom of the bathtub, shooting icy water straight at Hazy.
That’s one way to kill a boner.
They both struggled to catch the wiggling shower head.Somehow a soggy, giggling Livy managed to get it under control.She flipped her hair so she could stand up straight, flinging water and conditioner tinted with pink dye over the walls and floor.
“I wasn’t done!”he said.
“Oh, sorry.”She held her arm at an awkward angle, keeping the spray of water in the tub.Hazy stripped off his freezing shirt and wiped the water off his chest with it.Her eyes tracked the movement.Water dripped from her nose and clumped her eyelashes.Mischief sizzled in her gaze.She bit her lip.Suddenly his dick didn’t care about the ice bath he’d just endured.His affection for her set off a deep ache in his chest.
In a moment of weakness, he took a step toward her.She turned the hose on him.
After a split second of shock, he rushed her, trying to balance wrestling the shower head out of her hand and keeping them both from slipping.It felt impossible as he struggled to breathe through his laughter.
When he won control of the tap, he increased the temperature and said, “I wasn’t done,” again, trying to sound stern.
She didn’t hesitate to say, “Yes, sir,” and bend over the tub again, back arched, ass up, still laughing.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.Maybe getting her drunk hadn’t been the best idea.He rinsed the conditioner out of her hair.
Just when he thought he had regained his composure, she said, “Your bathtub has great water pressure.I could be best friends with this shower head.”
It took him a second for her words to register, but when they did, he let out a startled laugh.
“Oh my God, Livy!”he said, squeezing the water out of her hair.“Did you just make a masturbation joke?”
She giggled.“Yeah.I’m funny as fuck.”
“You certainly are.”
He wrapped a towel around her hair, and she stood.
“Let’s do the rest in the kitchen.I need a snack.”
He agreed.Maybe in a more open space he’d be able to get his ridiculous notions out of his head.She went ahead of him, and he did his best to mop up the water on the floor while he got his arousal under control.
They set up in the kitchen and Hazy made her another drink before combing her damp hair.
“Do you want bangs?”
“Oh no.Is my life so bad the situation warrants bangs?”
He shrugged and offered her a cheeky grin.“You’re changing everything else.Why not?”
She sighed.“Do what you will.But you don’t get to laugh at me when I get sick of them and spend six weeks clipping them back in a stupid early-aughts pouf.”
He bit his cheek to suppress his grin.“I’m definitely not agreeing to that.”
Livy narrowed her eyes at him and gulped her drink.“Fine.Cut it off.Surprise me.I don’t care.”
“You’ve probably had enough alcohol then.”
She stuck her tongue out.His brain unhelpfully presented the idea of leaning down and licking it.
Hazy used the fancy shears he’d purchased for trimming Lover’s hair to cut a few inches off Livy’s hair and add choppy layers, following the exact steps a stylist on the internet advised.He also cut her bangs.She’d be annoyed by them in two weeks.But they’d be adorable, and she’d ask him to style them for her when she wanted to feel pretty.Win for him.
