One Hundred and Thirty

As soon as Izabella had Bram in the bathroom, she sat him on the lip of the tub. “Did you know that Gavin and Tyler’s room has a garden tub in it?” Bram asked while she pulled his boxers from him and reached past to turn on the water.

“I did.” She nodded. “They are staying in the main bedroom, so they got the larger bed and the bigger bathroom.”

“Why did you do that?” He asked, letting his hand rest on the curve of her hip as she undressed. “We could be getting into a bath right now.” He wiggled his brows at her mischievously.

“Because I wanted to be closer to the kids rooms. And, to be honest, I don’t mind being in a smaller bed with you. I practically sleep on top of you most nights.” She laughed, turning, “Can you undo my bra?” With a flick of his finger, the bra snapped open and she dropped it to the floor as he hooked a finger into her comfy pants and underwear. “Besides, you can’t submerge yourself in water until you’re fully healed. We don’t want to make your side worse.”

Leaning over to pull her feet from the pants, Bram pressed his face into her ass. Izabella jumped, turning to see that mischievous look sparkling in his hungry eyes. “Did I scare you?”

“No, but I haven’t showered in days. At least let me wash first.” Pulling the curtain open, she stepped under the warm spray of water, turning to help him lift his legs over the side of the tub. Izabella didn’t miss the way his deep blue eyes watched her as she wet herself down and started to rub shampoo into her long blonde hair. As she messaged her scalp, his hands wandered, rubbing the soap trailing down her body over her back and belly, letting his hands roam over her hips and legs. As she rinsed, Izabella gasped. His fingers forced their way between her legs, rubbing at the little bud of pleasure. She'd let him have his way as long as he didn’t over do it. She only had to chastise him once when he tried to pull her down on top him. “It’s not safe to do more than wash here, my love. But I promise, once we’re back in our room, I’ll make it up to you.”

That was about the same time he decided he wasn’t interested in showering anymore. He pouted at her, until it was her turn to wash him. The floor to the bathroom was getting soaked as she sprayed him with the removable shower nozzle. She had put down towels, but it wasn’t really enough, considering he was on the side of the shower and half the water was trickling out of the tub. The fact that he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself, and kept letting his lips wander when she was close enough for him to reach was driving her crazy.

But two could play at this game. Once he was close to done, she knelt in front of him, licking the droplets of water from his cock, suckling at the end as she washed his legs and feet. Every time her mouth left him for a moment, there was a growl on his lips. The one time she looked up at him, his eyes bore into hers, and she thought he was going to jump her. Locking eyes with him, she stuck her tongue out, ticking his balls, running along to the head. Sitting back, she smiled at him triumphantly.

“There we go.” She reached over, turning the water off as she stood. Bram was on his feet seconds later, pressing her back against the wall as he kissed her deeply. Pushing at his chest, she tried to speak, “Waa… guh, Ram…” She was afraid to push too hard, but she didn’t want him slipping in the tub. Her knees grew week as he became more urgent. “Stop!” She finally said in a moment of reprieve. “To bed, now!” She pointed behind him. Wringing the extra water from his hair, he grinned, standing to his full height. Like she expected, his feet slipped in the wet tub. His arms pinwheeled a moment before snagging the curtain, which groaned precariously under his weight.

“For fuck sake!” He growled, his free hand grabbing his side. “I’ve never been this fucking unsure on my feet. Ever. This is fucking bullshit.”

Izabella reached out, steadying him in her arms. “It’s okay, lets just get back to the bedroom. You can lay down and I’ll spoil you for a bit.”

“I’m not a fucking invalid, Izabella.” Bram barked as Izabella held on to him, stepping half out of the tub.

“I know, babe.” She said quietly, not letting him go. “You’re injured. This is new to you. It’s okay.”

“Don’t patronize me.” His bark was calmer this time. Accepting her help. He was quiet as she threw down a few dry towels to soak up the water on the floor and handed him his robe, tossing her own on and tying it around her waist. As she wrapped her arm around his waist, and he leaned on her shoulders, he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s frustrating. I know. It’s okay.” Just as she opened the door to the bathroom, Tom appeared behind it, his hand raised like he was about to knock.

His cheeks were immediately bright red. “I-I’m s-sorry… I heard you yell. I was coming to make sure-“

“We’re fine. Go back to bed.” Bram half ordered; half growled at the poor guy.

Tom’s face fell, going white as he backpedaled. “Sorry, Tom.” Izabella sighed, “It’s okay. I was just trying to give him a real shower. He pulled his side though. We’re alright.” She felt Bram bristle, looking up at him she whispered, “Please don’t. He just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Thank you, Tom.” Izabella said, steering Bram back toward their room. “I’m going to set you on the chair for a minute, I just want to change the sheets before we lay down.”

Though he grunted as she had him sit, she went about cleaning up the bed as quickly as she could. “You’re such a busy body.” He grumbled, his eyes following her. When she was done, she slipped her robe off, stepping into a little red teddy with matching thong.

“I am.” She smiled, turning toward him. “I hope I’m at least worth the wait?” She sauntered over to him. She’d been trying to practice being sexier and not just plain awkward, and by the way he growled in approval, she guessed it was working alright.

“You’re worth every second.” His voice was low, like a storm brewing in the dead of night. A thrill ran along her spine as she pressed her knee between his thighs. Leaning over him, she kissed him with all the passion boiling inside her. Cupping his face in her palms, she moaned as he grabbed her hips, his fingers pressing hard enough on her hips to create bruises. His hand slid up, grabbing one of her breasts. When he pinched, twisting her nipple, she cried out. It hurt, but it felt so good. Sitting up taller, he trailed kissed down her neck, over her collar bone, and sucked at the other breast.

Izabella could feel his fangs shifting in his mouth around her flesh. When they sank into her, she gasped in response. Her hips bucking in response. She could feel the moisture between her legs starting to drip down the inside of her thighs as he drank very slowly from her. Izabella curled her fingers around Bram’s cock as his own found her pussy, driving in and rubbing her down. When he pulled her hand away from him, it came back down hard, slapping her ass. He growled at her loud response.

Bram forced her hips down, driving his cock into her. “Fuck. Fuck, Iz… it feels so damn good.” His head fell back, and Izabella pressed his hair back, enjoying the way he squeezed his eyes closed. His heavy breaths. She was taken away from the moment when she looked down and saw a bloom of red under his bandage. Not wanting to ruin the moment, she started to move over him. Rubbing her breasts against his chest as she rode him.

Slowly, the pressure inside her built, and she started move with wild abandon. His hands grabbed her breasts, pushing her away from him a bit, but she couldn’t stop. “Are you okay?” She asked, slowing a moment.

“For god’s sake, Iz… don’t stop.” He thrust into her himself, groaning as he did.

“I’m getting close, Bram.” She said, breathless as she moved over him again. Gyrating her hips, she just about lost it.

“I want to pick you up and throw you on the bed. Lifting your hips, I’d fuck you from behind.” He pressed his fingers against her bud. The moment he touched her between her lips, she lost it. Fireworks danced behind her eyes, her body racking with waves of pleasure. When she cried out, he couldn’t help himself. Once again, he was holding her hips, driving himself into her. A moment later, he came with her. Their bodies going ridged for a moment before she crumpled on him. Her arms went slack, pressing her face into the curve of his shoulder. Both of them panting from the exertion.

Izabella didn’t move off him completely at first. She just sat back, letting her hands caress his chest. “I can’t wait until you’re completely recovered.” She giggled, placing gentle kisses along his jawline.

“You’ll be in a lot of trouble when that finally happens.” He turned his head, giving her better access as she nuzzled against him.

Bram nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the red eyes gleaming from the corner of their room. “What are you doing?” Izabella asked, shocked by the sudden change.

“Eudom?” Bram asked, pulling the robe from around his shoulders. He groaned as he lifted her with his hips, so that he could pull the fabric from under him. Drapping it over Izabella’s to hide her from his gaze. The cut in his side suddenly burned.

Eudom clapped happily. “I’m sorry. Eudom came too soon. We didn’t watch, we swear. But we couldn’t wait! We made it! This is it!”