Motorcycle Daddy (MC Daddies 1) - Page 15

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here. You need to drink some fluids. You’re cooler at least now. Damn foolish sitting in a hot car for over an hour.”

“Who would do a silly thing like that?” she asked as he hustled her out of the shower.

“Who indeed?” he murmured.

She swayed as she stood, dripping on the mat. He swore and quickly put down the lid of the toilet, making her sit on it.

“The lid’s down,” she said confused.

“Did you need to go?”

She thought about that for a second, totally distracted by his fine ass as he turned around to get some towels. Ooh, look at his tattoo. Pretty. She was reaching out to touch him, when he swung around and caught her.

“Stop checking me out.”

“But you’re my dream man.”

He crouched and wrapped the towel around her. “Believe me, I am in no way your dream man.”

“Why would I dream you up if you weren’t?”

“Because you’re dehydrated and out of it,” he told her, gently drying her off before briskly running another towel over himself then wrapping it around his middle.

That was a shame.

“You should take those wet boxers off,” she suggested.

Huh, why had she showered in her underwear? She attempted to stand when he grabbed her shoulders.

“Whoa, stay where you are.”

“Got wet panties.”

He groaned. “I swear. . .I haven’t been so bad to have to endure this kind of torture.”

What was he even talking about?

“I’m going to turn around. Can you take your bra off yourself, while staying seated?”

“Of course, been doing it since I was fifteen. I was a late bloomer.” She sighed. “There’s still not much there.”

He turned and she awkwardly undid her bra. Why wouldn’t her hands work properly?

“I was thinking of getting boobs like Paisley’s. Do you think I’d look good with her boobs?”

“Who the fuck is Paisley?”

“You swear a lot.”

“So, I’ve been told,” he said dryly.

“I didn’t think my dream man would swear so much,” she said as she stood and tried to pull her panties off. A dizzy spell hit her and she slumped forward, banging into his back. Her towel slipped down.

He swore as he turned and grabbed hold of her. He held her against him as he wrapped the towel back around her. Then he lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom.

Somehow, she’d lost her wet panties in the process. Ahh well. Wasn’t like they were very useful anyway.

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