apologetic smile and scooted off the bed, his hand cupping his cock and his soggy damn condom. "What's up?" he asked, striding toward Bobby.
"Just need a word. Let the lady get into her bath in private."
"Sure."
Bobby walked into the living room, bent to the floor where Cale's jeans still lay and tossed them at his head.
"What's got into you?" Cale said, his voice gruff.
"I could ask the same thing. You two looked awful cozy."
"We were. She's sweet."
"And she's not staying past the storm. Don't get in too deep. I don't want you moping around here all winter long." Cale's face reddened. "Buddy, I don't know what the fuck crawled up your ass, but I wasn't doing anything you wouldn't have if you'd had two minutes alone with her."
"I'd need a sight longer than two minutes." The flush in Cale's cheeks deepened, then the corner of his lips twitched. "Got a little horny watching us, huh?"
"Didn't stay for the show, if that's what you wanted to know. But yeah," he muttered. "Didn't want you cuttin' me out."
"It's not up to me, buddy."
Bobby realized they'd squared off like two pit bulls. "Damn. We've never been this way with a woman before. Maybe it's not a good idea for either of us to get too deep." 50
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
Cale raked a hand through his hair. "You're right. Guess looking in her scared blue eyes when she was in the water got to me."
Bobby nodded. He'd felt the same tug at his heart strings, but he wasn't going to let himself forget for a minute this wouldn't last. "She's pretty. And she's got plenty of game. If we keep this light, neither of us will get hurt." Cale nodded. "So you gonna help her with her bath?" Bobby smiled, relieved they were back on track. "I was thinking about crawling right into the tub with her." He left Cale chuckling as he pulled on his pants and let himself back into bedroom. The bed was empty, the bathroom door open only a narrow crack. Still, she hadn't shut it. Might mean she hoped for a little company. Bobby eased it open, grinning when he saw her sitting in the deep tub with her head lying against a towel, eyes closed and her knees pulled up and folded to one side. He ducked back out of the door and quickly stripped, then quietly opened the door again.
It wasn't until he slid his foot into the water and touched hers that her eyes shot open. "What are you doing?"
"Didn't take you for slow," he said, continuing to climb into the bath, facing her, as though she hadn't offered a single protest.
"I'm not," she huffed. "I just thought I might have a few minutes by myself."
"You don't want that. Too much time to think."
"I need to think. I have plans to make and unmake ." 51
Saddled
by Delilah Devlin
"Which you can do when you're on your way home," he said, sitting down in the water and sighing. "Right now, you need a whole lot of reasons to be happy you're not with asshole."
"His name's David."
"Like my name for him better."
"I don't know what you're thinking you're going to do in here," she said, her lips pouting. "I'm a little sore."
"I'm not here to fuck you, Kate. I thought you might like a little TLC. I'll bathe you if you like." Her eyes narrowed. "Somehow you don't come across as the selfless one."
"I'm not. Just because my dick won't be getting anything nice sliding over it, doesn't mean I won't get pleasure from touching you. Come on. It's just a bath." She swallowed, and her gaze locked with his. "I mean it. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed."
Bobby sighed. "And I'm sincere about this. Give yourself over to my care. You won't be disappointed." Her frown eased, although her mouth was still crimped into a sullen moue. Then she rooted in the water with a hand, coming up with a wash cloth, which she flung at his chest. Bobby leaned back, smiling, and eased his feet the length of the tub, enclosing her between his calves. Her knees leaned upward, moving closer to her chest.
"There's not enough room."
"Sure there is. We just have to share a little space.