Page 70 of After We Fall (After We Fall 2)
“So.” I took a step closer to her.
She smiled. “So.”
“What would you like to do?”
“Honestly? I really need a shower.”
I cocked a brow. “What a coincidence.”
I stared at the tub. “Really? A bubble bath? I don’t think I’ve taken one of these in thirty years.” We’d stopped in at the cabin—Margot had waited on the porch—so I could grab clean clothes, then gone back to her cottage, where she’d filled up the bathtub with hot water and bubbles.
Margot giggled. “Then you’re due. How old are you, anyway?”
“Thirty-three. You?”
“I’ll be thirty next month.”
“And you still take bubble baths?”
“As often as possible. And I never travel without my bath foam.” She breathed in, closing her eyes. “Doesn’t that smell good?”
I inhaled the scent of lavender. “I have to admit it does.”
“See? A little luxury is nice sometimes.” She looked pleased with herself.
We peeled off our clothes, and Margot got in, leaving me standing there staring at the tub. “There’s no way I’m going to fit in there with you.”
“Yes, there is.” Scooting toward the back of the tub, she looked up at me and splashed the bubbles. “Come and play.”
Somehow I managed to get in without falling, and we spent the next five minutes scrubbing up and rinsing off with some kind of fancy shower gel she’d also brought from home. It smelled delicious, just like her skin, but I couldn’t resist giving her a hard time. “I’m going to smell like a girl tomorrow. What’s the matter with plain old manly bar soap?”
She frowned. “It’s not good for your skin.”
“Oh.” I started washing my hair with the gel and she looked appalled.
“Jack! That isn’t shampoo!”
“What difference does it make? It made suds. I’m sure my hair is getting clean.”
She reached for a bottle on the tub ledge. “Rinse that out. I’ll do it.”
I rolled my eyes but let her wash my hair with her fancy shampoo, which frankly didn’t even foam up as well as whatever cheap shit I had in my shower. I told her so.
Sighing with exaggerated patience, she began to massage my scalp. “That is because your cheap shampoo has chemicals in it called sulfates that make it suds up. Frankly, I’m surprised at you, Jack. You know about avoiding chemicals in your food but you don’t pay any attention to them in your skin and hair care products?”
I could hardly speak, her fingers on my head felt so fucking good. Every nerve ending in my body tingled, and my cock started to swell. I might have moaned.
“OK, turn around and tip your head back.”
I had to stand up to turn around, and she started to giggle.
“What?”
“Your…” She pointed at my dick, which stuck straight out at her and was covered in foamy white bubbles. “It looks so funny.”
I stuck my hands on my hip. “For fuck’s sake, Margot. You can say dick. Just don’t say it looks funny.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, laughing uncontrollably. “But I just never pictured you like this—standing in my tub all covered in lavender bubbles with half a hard-on—oh, God.” She shook her head and tried to compose herself while I stared her down.
