The Protector

TWENTY - FIVE

The water was warm, almost too warm, as I dipped my toes into the lavender scented bubble bath. I felt so sore from my many workouts, but the bath would do the trick and take all my pain away. I slowly sank below the surface, my mind barely registering the fact my room at The Loft does not have a bath tub. My eyes dreamily opened as Lana Del Rey's haunting voice filled the space, and I discovered I was no longer in my room, but back in the bathroom of my apartment on the DCU campus. I closed my eyes again feeling the water shift around me as a large figure crowded beside me in the bathtub.

"I didn't think you were going to join me," I admitted, trying to hide my smile as I kept my eyes closed, pretending as though the man's nearness no longer affected me.

"Mmmhmmm," he drawled, and I felt my purple loofah move slowly against my chest. My arms remained lifted atop the sides of the bathtub, yet the loofah continued its torturous teasing descent down my stomach and over my hips. My eyes fluttered open as the loofah floated to the surface and his hands continued their ruthless teasing of my body. I felt breathless and the water burned hotter over my skin.

"Do you like that?" the gravelly voice with a familiar drawl echoed in my ear. I bit my lip, not trusting my own voice to respond. He removed his hand and I whimpered, reaching my hand below the surface of the hot water to guide him back to the spot that brought my body so much pleasure.

"Of course, but still not as much as..." my voice trailed off, embarrassed by my own candor and by my own need.

"As when I'm inside you?" he playfully whispered, his wet, full lips grazing my earlobe. I nodded again, biting my lower lip even harder until I tasted blood. He grinned wickedly, his bright Brown Eyes burning right through my entire naked body. He lifted his beautiful body on top of mine, his hips positioned perfectly above me as strands of his wet, blonde hair hung across his beautiful face. "Tell me you want it, Perry. Tell me you want me," he demanded as he pressed his body against mine, not even the hot water able to divide us.

"I want you so bad," I breathed into his ear, and without further hesitation Kyler slid himself inside of me and my back arched away from the bathtub. He was huge, but I felt no pain, only immeasurable pleasure. It was the most explosive pleasure I had ever felt as he rocked back and forth inside me. His lips captured mine and it was too much for my body to control. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I grabbed his head with my hands, tangling my fingers in depth of his hair as he continued his ruthless movements, splashing water all over my bathroom floor. I barely noticed the minor flood we created. My hands grasped the edges of the tub for balance, and I broke off handfuls of the porcelain. This isn't right. My mind contradicted my pleasure, and I willed it to go away and let me enjoy the moment. We were both almost there, and it felt so good. Suddenly my mind took over and screamed: Kyler and I never had sex, let alone in the bathtub of my apartment. My eyes popped open at the clear revelation.

I blinked rapidly, licking the fresh blood from my lower lip and tried to focus on reality, but I was still so dazed. Still in a dream. I found myself lying naked, staring at Alana, sleeping peacefully in my arms. I quickly glanced around the room, but it was not my own. I blinked my eyes a few more times until she blurred from my view and instead, I was greeted by Julian's sleeping form, his tattooed arms wrapped around me like an artist's blanket...