“Edge?” I said before he could walk out the door. “Um…could you maybe show me how to use the shower?”
He smiled. “Of course.”
By the time he went through everything the shower could do, I decided a bath would be far less complicated, and maybe more relaxing.
“Enjoy, beautiful girl.” He kissed my cheek and left me alone in the space that should be his.
He hadn’t said so, but the tub had radiant heat too and soft water that glided over my skin. Figuring I’d never have another opportunity like this, I luxuriated until my fingers and toes were pruny, turning the jets on for the last few minutes.
I climbed out and grabbed the towel that Edge had put on the warmer for me. This was all so far over the top, and for a ranch hand’s house, no less.
I pulled a cozy nightie out of one of the shopping bags, thinking I should put things away tonight, but the promise of the bed that Edge said was the most comfortable he’d ever slept in was too tempting.
I opened one of the boxes, though, and pulled out the three framed photos of me with my mother, hoping he wouldn’t mind if I set them on the bookshelves, temporarily of course. I rummaged deeper and found one other photo. It was of me with my grandparents, taken shortly after I’d gone to live with them.
I hugged the photo to my chest before setting it on the shelf alongside the others. While I didn’t understand my mother’s inability to care for me at the time, I did now. I couldn’t imagine having a kid, and I was four years older than my mother was when she’d had me.
I studied the last image taken of the two of us, so grateful that we’d had that time together. For what felt like the briefest of moments, I’d let go of my anger long enough to have a relationship with her. And she’d let go of the drugs. Until that night…I closed my eyes and pushed the memory from my head. If I dwelled on it, I’d have nothing but nightmares.
I set the photo on the shelf, climbed into bed, and hugged the pillow close to me, imagining it was Edge beside me. Not necessarily for sex, although my lady bits were cursing me for turning him down.
I knew it was silly, but I found myself wanting to tell him about my grandparents and my mom. In reality, he probably wouldn’t be interested, but my pillow Edge would listen with rapt attention, wanting to know everything about me.
I rubbed my aching nipples, only one part of my body that was screaming at me for my foolish decision, imagining how Edge’s mouth would feel soothing them. Soon my hand was between my legs, imagining his fingers were inside of me instead of my own.
8
Edge
I heard the jets go on in the master bath and adjusted my trousers to better accommodate my growing cock. Only seconds ago, I’d talked that part of my anatomy down from the precipice of raging desire.
As ridiculous as it would’ve sounded had I said it aloud, I found myself glad that Rebel had put a governor on the accelerator of the two of us having sex. I was enjoying the anticipation of our slow, deep kisses, knowing that each part of her body she allowed me to touch with my lips, would excite me so much more than if we’d rushed into shagging.
As for Rebel, I planned to torture her in the same way she was me. When I did, finally, feel her naked body beneath mine, I would bring her to the brink of ecstasy again and again before I actually let her come. My last name, Edgemon,
wasn’t the only reason I’d been given my code name, after all.
I locked myself in the modest guest bath, climbed into the shower, and while I imagined the jets of the other tub pulsating between Rebel’s legs, I brought myself temporary relief.
When I ventured out of the bedroom the next morning, it was mainly because the heavenly smells wafting from the kitchen were more than I could resist.
I was surprised Rebel didn’t hear my approach, but understood once she turned around and I saw she was wearing earbuds.
“Sorry.” She pulled one bud out. “I saw these on the counter and like to listen to music while I cook.”
“No apology necessary. What divine thing are you whipping up so early this morning?”
“I’m sorry,” she said a second time. “Did I wake you?”
I walked over and removed the second bud from her ear and cupped both of her cheeks with my hands. “Stop apologizing. It was like a dream come true, not only to have the scent of breakfast wake me from my…ahem…erotic dream, but also to open the bedroom door to find you’re truly here.”
A timer went off, and Rebel twisted out of my arms and pulled a pan from the oven. “Cinnamon rolls.”
If the guys in the dining hall got a whiff of these, the line for firsts, seconds, and thirds would be never-ending. “I had an idea last night that I’d like to run by you.”
“Okay,” she responded with a furrowed brow.
“It’s something you’ll like. At least I think you will.”