Page 33 of Make Us Yours
“Bath is ready. I’m gonna go get that medication, and hopefully you’ll be better soon,” Gabe says as he walks over and squeezes her pink-socked foot. “Do you need my help getting her in?”
“No, I think I can manage. Just hurry back,” I tell him.
“Will do. Hang in there, baby. We’ve got you,” he says before exiting the room.
“You ready to get in the bath?” I ask her.
She nods but seems reluctant. “It hurts to move.”
“Do you want me to help you out of your clothes?”
Another nod.
“Okay, Kitten. Can you lie on your back for me? It’s going to be easier like that, and I won’t have to move you too much.”
Slowly, she unfolds herself and turns on her back, whimpering with every movement until she’s fully laid out. She closes her eyes and cries silently. I take a deep breath, preparing to see Veronica naked for the very first time.
I start with her sports bra, unzipping it down the valley of her breasts until it falls open. Then I quickly work it down her arms while also trying not to move her too much. As much as I’d love to take my time and explore her body with my gaze, I know this isn’t the right moment, so I try my hardest not to peek at her small, perky breasts on display.
I then bring my hands to the waistband of her leggings and ever so slowly inch them down her hips and legs, along with her tiny black thong. I work her socks off quickly, then stand, not daring to look between her legs despite my growing erection.
I’ve waited so long to see Veronica like this, to have her naked in my bed, but it all feels wrong to look at her right now while she’s suffering. Leaning over, I place one hand behind her knees and the other along her back, then lift her off the bed and into my arms. She cradles her head against my neck, arms crossed over her as she covers her chest.
I carry her to the bath and carefully lower her in until she touches the bottom. Gabe filled the tub nearly to the top, which means that by the time she’s settled in, the front of my shirt is completely wet. She takes her time lying back against the bath and lets her head drop against the edge, turning it to face me.
I remove my wet shirt and throw it behind me, then sit down on the floor beside the bath in the opposite direction as her so that we’re facing each other. I just want to keep an eye on her in case she falls asleep in the tub.
When my gaze meets Veronica’s, she’s glaring at something behind me. And when I look over my shoulder and spot the shirt I just threw, I chuckle and turn back to her. “I’ll pick it up after, I promise.”
“Mhmm, you better.” She smiles softly.
“How are you feeling now, Kitten?” I bring my hand up and glide it through her hair, her deep sapphire eyes watching my every movement.
“Better. It still hurts, but the heat is helping,” she says quietly. “Although it feels weird to have a whole bunch of tiny rocks under my ass.”
I laugh. “There’s my girl.”
We smile at each other for a moment, and I notice this is the second time we’ve made a comment like that, and she doesn’t contradict us like she normally would.Maybe it’s just because of her state, or maybe she’s starting to see what we’ve always seen. I can’t help but feel a bit of hope spread through me.
“You didn’t even look.” Her whispered words pull me away from my thoughts, and I furrow my brows in confusion. “When you undressed me. You didn’t look,” she clarifies.
“Your eyes were closed. How can you be so sure I didn’t?” I smirk.
“I could feel them on me. If you did, it was barely for a second.”
“You’re right, I didn’t,” I confirm.
“Why not?” She frowns.
“Because as much as I’ve been dying to see you naked, today wasn’t the time for that. It would feel like I was taking advantage of you, and I never want it to be that way.” I bring my hand down to the side of her neck, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “When I finally do get you properly naked, I want it to be because it’s what you want, too. Not because you’re too weak to fight me or say no.”
Something flashes in her eyes for a split second, but it disappears just as quickly. She doesn’t answer immediately as her eyes bore into mine, but then she gives the most subtle nod and says, “Okay.”Again, not disagreeing.
I remove my hand and bring it to rest over my bent knee, feeling she might withdraw after hearing the question I’m about to ask her. She’s already let me touch her more than she ever has in the last seven months combined; I won’t push my luck.
“Why did you smash your phone, Veronica?”
She turns her head away from me and looks up at the ceiling with a sigh. My Kitten looks ravishing, with her head leaning back, slender neck fully exposed, and her golden shoulders on display with just the beginning of her breasts peeking out through the soapy water. If it weren’t for all the bubbles Gabe added, I probably could see them perfectly.
