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Now, onto the story…
Chapter Nine
When we arrived back at "the fort" Vince carried me straight up to the bathroom to clean up. I was surprised and amused to see the streaks of oil and grease on my face and neck, obviously coming from my greasy left hand, and my habit of brushing my hair off my face.
"You wanna see if we can get you a shower?" Vince asked.
I nodded enthusiastically, looking forward to being clean again.
"Do you have some plastic bags and some masking tape?" I asked, laughing a little at Vince's leering look then waving my injured arm in his face.
"To cover my arm, V". Vince laughed sheepishly.
"Right… I'll go grab some" He replied, sitting me on the edge of the bath and leaving the room.
It took about five minutes to layer plastic bags over my arm, taping each one until we were certain that it was waterproof. I laughed at the result.
"Now that's sexy" I kidded, earning a grin from Vince.
"How do you want this to play out?" Vince asked, gesturing to the shower.
I thought for a second.
"Can you help me? – I won't be able to wash my hair or anything with my arm like this" I asked.
Vince grinned and reached for the hem of his shirt, stripping it over his head.
"I'll take that as a yes." I giggled, enjoying my now unimpeded view of his muscular chest. Vince locked the bathroom door before returning to my side and helping me out of my clothes and into the shower, quickly stripping himself in the process.
The first touch of the high pressure water on my back was heavenly, leading me to close my eyes, letting out a low moan.
"God that's good" I exclaimed, before opening my eyes again, staring straight into the fiery gaze of Vince, who was holding me firmly against his chest so I could stand without pain. I felt a stirring from little Vince, and couldn't resist placing a kiss on his collar bone, scooping my good arm around his neck. I could see the flare in Vince's eyes, of desire, of wanting, but he contained it, insisting on carefully washing my hair without letting himself get carried away. While the conditioner he put in my hair worked, Vince quickly washed himself, holding me to his side with his left arm while he removed all traces of dirt and grease from his arms and face.
He then turned to me, gently soaping me free arm, massaging my sore muscles as he went, and turning me into a human shaped blob of quivery jelly with arousal.
Once he was satisfied that I was clean he rinsed the conditioner from my hair and gently lifted me from the shower. He had been so restrained, putting my needs first, even when I could blatantly see the evidence of his raging desires, that I couldn't help but kiss him gently on the lips. Of course, my own aroused senses immediately made me want more, so I pulled myself up with the arm around his neck, bringing my lips back into contact with his for a passionate kiss. Vince lifted me so I was straddling his waist, and the kisses got more heated. I quickly lost my head, drowning in sensation.
"Baby, we can't – not here – we're not protected" Vince groaned between kisses.
I pulled back quickly and rested my forehead against Vince's.
"I'm sorry" I panted, trying desperately to get a hold on myself.
"Don't be. Not your fault" he replied, his voice deep and still laced with passion.
He gently lowered me to the ground, hissing as my belly rubbed against his still urgent arousal. I couldn't help but gently circle my hips, rubbing against him and eliciting a guttural moan.
"Baby…" He growled, tipping my head up to him. I gently placed my cast covered arm behind his neck, hooking his head to mine for a deep kiss. Breaking the kiss and holding V's intense gaze, I took a step back, and sat on the edge of the bath. Vince gulped visibly stepping forward. I reached forward, gently skating my fingers from his chest, lower… and lower.
"OY! Get out of there Vince! It's my turn!" Leon yelled from outside, banging on the door.
It was almost comical how quickly Vince's arousal shrunk.