Being Their Baby (19 page)

“You can’t say you want to fuck me one second and spank me the next!” she said, incredulous.

“Watch your mouth!” he said, his tone changing into a very firm, uncompromising bark. “Liz needs to wash your mouth out. Don’t say the F word. Don’t say the S word, either. Swearing’s not for cute young women in general, let alone for someone who’s stepping into littledom.”

All right, maybe he
was
a disciplinarian. She felt like he’d just pulled rank on her. “You swear
all the time
!” she cried, glaring.

“Well, I shouldn’t,” he said. “But that being said, I am a twenty-nine-year-old
man
and you’re not.” He pulled into the driveway, then drove around the house to the pool house she’d never seen from the front side, and parked in a little attached garage.

“That’s very sexist of you, Josh,” she snipped.

“I’m not a sexist. I value woman far more than I value men,” Josh argued, his tone much more subdued, and then left the car.

She sat there, thinking, preparing herself mentally, wondering how—after it was all Charlie’s fault that she tried to leave, really—it seemed like she was the one about to get punished. And then Josh opened her car door and said firmly, “Get out.”

She gave him her best betrayed look. She didn’t actually think it would work, but to her amazement, Josh sighed and said with exasperation, “Sophie, you have to start telling us what you need.”

“I did!” she quickly argued, pinching her face defensively. “I swear—I’m not used to sleeping by myself, Josh! Let’s just say it was seven of us in a two-bedroom apartment! I slept on the couch, the TV on the whole time, and probably with one of my little brothers trying to practice wrestling moves on me when I passed out—silence and darkness is the last thing I’m used to! So, I’ve been sleeping with the TV on at night, but then somebody turned on this stupid child-safety lock on the damn thing so I couldn’t watch, and then I got all these nightmares so I went to go sleep with Daddy, and I
told him
I can’t sleep by myself, but essentially he told me to just deal with it!” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stayed in her seat. “And now you want them to spank me because I tried to bail when I realized that nothing I do is going to be good enough!”

To her amazement, Josh looked a little more subdued and thoughtful after her outburst. “All right—Charlie didn’t tell me that. I think he was too fuzz-brained to listen to you, because he’s normally good about that sorta thing.” He eyed the side of the door, considering, then raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you communicated that?”

She nodded firmly.

“All right, muddy-britches.” He gave a nod and reached over to unbuckle her. “Get in the house; I’m freezing my balls off.”

She sighed forlornly and crumpled out of the front seat, and Josh, grabbing under her arms, lifted her gently onto the ground. She turned in the direction of the house, but after closing the car door, Josh wrapped his large hand around her upper arm. “Wait, you—where you going? My place is through
that
door.” He gently turned her toward the door on the opposite side of the garage.

Confused, she asked, “But… I thought you were bringing me into the big house?”

“I was, but I’ve changed my mind.” He texted something into his cellphone, then put it into his pocket before ushering her into the pool house.

She hadn’t ever been inside, but she expected quite the man-cave—panties on the chandelier, booze bottles everywhere. Instead, she was brought into a one-bedroom clean apartment, decorated with hockey paraphernalia, including framed, autographed posters that lined every inch of the wall that wasn’t filled with his 70″ television. Hockey gear piled up in front of a stacked washer and dryer in the small laundry room they’d walked into first upon entering the house. He stopped her in front of it. “Not another step,” he told her, bending down to untie the laces of her wet, muddy sneakers with a tug of his fingers. He grunted. “These are freezing! Can you actually feel your toes?”

“Not for the last two hours,” she replied, but sighed and wiggled her toes when he tugged off the shoe and pulled down the sock underneath to reveal her cold, white little feet.

Josh rubbed his warm hands over her cold little digits. For a second, she was certain he was going to lecture her, but then he seemed to grin about the time he was ruling out frostbite. “You’re a tough little snow-bunny. Can’t wait to show you off at the next game; you’ll be the only chick there not complaining about the cold.” He pulled off her other shoe and sock.

Her cheeks heated. “You mean you’ll take me to one of your hockey things?” she asked, biting her lip nervously. “Really?”

He smirked. “You think we’re just going to keep you locked in the house all day? I’m not part of the NHL or anything, but I want to show off my girlfriend just as much as the next guy, so you’re going to come to my games and learn to like it.” He winked teasingly at her and then unzipped her jacket and pulled it off her shoulders. She was so busy blushing about being called a ‘girlfriend’ for once, she didn’t pay attention when he removed her coat until he had his hands around the fastenings of her jeans.

She whipped her hands out to stop him. “Wait,” she gasped before he could tug her pants down.

He stopped just long enough for him to reach up and put his hands on her hips. He settled onto one knee and said patiently, “Baby girl, I’m taking these wet clothes off of you, we’re taking a nice warm bath, and then we’re going to nap. Now be a good girl and put your arms up.”

She pouted at the demand, but when he lowered his chin and firmed up his look, she put her arms up and let him pull down her jeans and stepped out of them when he told her to. Next he pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties.

She was shivering, half from cold, and half at the thought that he had to be disappointed in her breast size—she was barely filling her a-cup. It was one of those things that she’d hoped would grow when she got older, but then lost hope now that she was eighteen and her breasts still didn’t seem serious about filling in.

He pulled off her bra without any reservations, but he didn’t stare or fondle her, just said, “Why are you shaking?”

She shrugged and swallowed nervously, then crossed her arms over her bare breasts. “I dunno.”

“Yeah, you do,” he said, leaving her pussy on display as he pulled her panties down past her knees. “Tell Uncle Josh what’s on your mind.”

“Nothing.” She was now pressing her thighs together. “I’m just… I just never… Really… Well… you’ve never seen me naked before.”

He smirked and patted her hip before standing up, kicking off his own shoes, and tugging off his leather jacket. “Baby girl,” he said, then suddenly picked her up into his arms like she was a baby, “I’ve envisioned far naughtier things to do with you than get you naked. This is the tip of the iceberg.”

That just made her even more nervous, and she was surprised when he carried her into a large bathroom, set her on the counter, and closed the door behind them. “You stay put,” he told her, pointing to the counter.

She nodded compliantly and he turned toward the large Jacuzzi tub on the other side of the room. It was sort of sexy for a bathtub, white and very clean, probably because he didn’t use it often. He had tile walk-in shower as well, which she imagined he actually used every day. “You have a pretty nice apartment here…” she began, filling the silence and rubbing her feet together as he turned on the bathtub.

“I know,” he replied, turning back with a gloating smile. He pulled off his scrubs and his undershirt with a single motion. She swallowed; somehow she liked Josh’s chest even more than Charlie’s. Josh’s was defined but not overly muscular, and he sported a fresh bruise on his abdomen that somehow came across as manly. His chest was devoid of all hair, so it seemed to draw her eye to every ridge of muscle and his strong shoulder line.

She was swooning, she knew. Absolutely—

Josh undid the tie on his scrubs, pulled off the baby-blue cloth, and stepped out of it. He was standing there in his boxer briefs! And he had his thumbs at the hems of those, looking like he was going to tug them down.

Her hands flew up over her eyes. Her cheeks were burning so much that her face nearly felt swollen. He laughed and gently tried to pluck her fingers open, but she firmly shook her head and shrunk back.

“Baby doll?” he coaxed.

She shook her head firmly, not saying anything. He chuckled again and she heard him open and close a cabinet door and set things on the tub ledge before he turned the faucet off. In the next moment he was lifting her off the counter and pressing her against his firm, bare chest. “All right, blushing beauty, in you go.”

The water in the large tub was deep enough that the water was covered her nipples. She opened her eyes when she felt Josh sit down on the other side of the tub, and realized she couldn’t even see Josh’s or her own body because of all the bubbles.

Josh laid his head back for a moment, looking exhausted.

“Why bubbles?” she teased him playfully.

“Because,” he said without opening his eyes, turning on the jets controlled by a switch next to his hand, “you are my baby, and babies get bubbles.” He opened an eye and smirked at her. He looked curious as he watched her sit there awkwardly. “Has Mommy given you a bath yet?”

Sophie bit her bottom lip again and shook her head. “No. We haven’t gotten much time together because of that huge project she’s been working on.”

He sighed, rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling as if Liz were the most ridiculous person in the world. “Hence why Liz can’t have her own girlfriend; it takes all three of us. No wonder you haven’t hit little-space yet!” Looking more energetic, he sat up and reached over for what looked like a box of crayons on the wide, tile edge of the tub. “You haven’t been coddled enough. Now, does my baby bunny want her bath crayons while Uncle Josh gives her a bath?”

She felt her heart flutter when he spoke to her like that—like she was
little
. She pressed her thighs together and forced herself to nod her head and lick her lips, which were suddenly feeling dry. “Bath crayons?” she asked, blinking at the long, oversized crayon that Josh pulled out of the box.

“For keeping baby bunnies entertained during bath time,” he said, drawing a sun on the side of the tile with a blue crayon before passing it over to Sophie, who took it awkwardly.

She blushed, but found herself taking it and beginning to draw. It had been awhile since she’d even had time to doodle.

She positioned herself awkwardly at the side of the tub to draw with her crayons, eventually getting up on her knees. Honestly, she hadn’t taken a bath since she was probably one and a half, and had no memory of that. Baths were therefore quite new, and so was the strange floating feeling at her knees and elbows and the bubbles tickling her everywhere. She wasn’t used to being surrounded by liquid heat like this. But she liked it.

The bath crayons were ingenious. She’d never had bath toys before, but these crayons were the best idea since sliced bread! For starters, it made it easy to role-play with Josh, and second, it made her forget that there was a completely naked man only inches away from her.

She found that she was humming and drawing a landscape full of bunnies before she knew what hit her. She had fallen, somehow, into her own little world, and when she turned to look at him over her shoulder, she was surprised to see that the man couldn’t have looked more pleased if he were currently getting his balls sucked. He was eyeing her bottom, or at least the part above the water line. “Uncle Josh,” she reprimanded with a grin, feeling extremely sexy for some reason, “you just gonna sit there and watch me?”

“For the rest of my life, if I have anything to say about it,” he said in a slow, relaxed sort of way.

She bit her lip and reached for more crayons. Before she knew it, that naked man was lathering up her hair with strawberry-scented shampoo. Every nerve in her body turned to mush when he did that—nobody had ever touched her scalp before and it was heavenly. His fingers, especially as they found the nape of her neck, wrenched a moan out of her. She closed her eyes, basking in the pleasure of the warmth of his hands and the attention that he was lavishing on her.

He took that as his cue to massage her as he soaped up her entire body. He only stopped every now and then to play tic-tac-toe with her, but the game went slowly and was forced, as if neither of them wanted to admit how aroused they were. They were both rather distracted; even talk on the whole began to slowly subside as he ran out of places to wash other than her more intimate parts.

Her stomach was fluttering like crazy by the time he came up behind her, sliding his hands down her stomach to below her belly-button.

She held her breath when Josh’s hand found her mound.

“Spread your legs wide so Uncle Josh can clean your kitten and your bottom, bunny,” he told her; the first order he’d given her since he got her in the bath.

She shook her head, far too nervous to comply. Her bottom clenched at the horrifying idea of him touching her there.

“Be a good girl,” he advised into her ear in a sultry voice. One of his fingers hooked into her cunny.

She gasped and sat down on her butt in the water. The sudden movement splashed them both ungracefully, and he looked at her with exasperation. She pulled her knees up to her chin and stared at the water.

She was so sure that he was going to start threatening her; that she’d disappointed him or ruined the mood. Instead, he just sat back in the bathtub as if he wanted to relax for a bit anyway, except then he suddenly reached forward and pulled her whole body easily onto his lap.

Water, water, everywhere—yet Sophie’s throat was suddenly so dry that she couldn’t even swallow. She knew where both of his legs were, which meant that the other extremely long, hard object pressing against her bottom was something else. Something
ginormous
.

“Nervous about letting Uncle Josh wash you, little one?” he asked her, sounding actually soft and considerate. He rubbed his big hand down her back soothingly.