Carrying the two full cups, I went to the bath’s door. I could hear the shower running and called out, “Coffee’s here.”
“Bring it,” Gail answered.
I switched both cups to my right hand and grimaced at the pain in my arm. If I couldn’t even carry a couple cups of coffee, I wasn’t going to be much help in another shoot-out. I eased into the bath and closed the door behind me. Gail stood under the flow, her back to me. A smile came to my face. This door wasn’t frosted like the one in my apartment. The only frosting was a twelve-inch high band, level with the perfect cheeks of Gail’s bottom.
She turned, displaying no sign of shyness or concern at my appreciating her form. Gail popped the door open and held out a hand. “Coffee me, Hoss.”
I gave her a cup and sat on the commode lid. It improved my view. Gail’s breasts were about the same as I remembered; a large B-cup was my guess, I had never checked her bra size. Her areolas were light brown and the size of silver dollars. Her nipples were dainty now, but when she was aroused they stood proud. I sighed in remembrance and raised my eyes back to her face.
Gail drank some of the coffee and then lowered the cup to watch me. We held each other’s gaze for a long minute. She took another swallow and held the cup out. I took it. She smiled and stepped back under the stream, pulling the door shut as she did.
“My offer of a back scrub still stands,” I said loud enough to be heard over the shower.
“Yeah, I haven’t forgotten it. But I told you, no sex during a hunt.”
“Who said anything about sex? I didn’t offer any services other than the back scrub.”
Gail laughed and stepped to one side of the stream to lather her hair. “I know damn well that if you get in here with me there’s going to be sex, whether you agree to it or not.”
I set both cups on the counter and reached for my belt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Gail asked.
“I’m going to make you prove that statement.”
“Whoa there, cowboy. You just keep your pants on unless you want me to remember my promise.”
“You’d kick the ass of an injured man?” I asked in mock horror.
She gave me a half grin and there was devilment in her eyes. “Want to find out?”
I released my belt and sat back down. Picking up my cup, I watched as Gail lathered her hair and rinse, repeat; I finished my coffee.
I was drinking her coffee when she finally turned off the shower. She opened the door and I handed her a towel. She bent toward me, letting her hair fall past her face, and patted her hair dry, then standing upright she dried her front. She placed a foot on my knee and dried her leg in long slow movements. My jeans tightened, but I kept my hands to myself as she repeated the motion with her other leg.
Turning, Gail held a towel over her shoulder. “Dry my back?”
I stared at Gail’s bare cheeks, nearly at my eye level, and licked my lips. I downed the rest of her coffee and set the mug aside. Taking the towel from her, I stood, and slowly ran it down her back and over her bottom. I shifted my hands and brought the towel back up.
Gail turned and took the towel from me. She stepped in close, encircled me with her arms, pressed her breasts against my bare chest, and raised her lips to mine. The kiss was sweet, sexy, and long. My fingers moved across her shoulder blades, traced her spine down to those beautifully full cheeks and pulled her to me. After a while, she pulled back without releasing her hold on me. “That was nice.”
I felt a stupid grin spread across my face. “I’ll say.”
“I’m going to get dressed. If you take a shower, try to keep the water out of your wounds.”
“Ah, I could use some help scrubbing my back.”
Gail chuckled. She stepped back. I could see from her erect nipples that I wasn’t the only one enjoying the moment. She used one end of the towel to remove a few spots of transferred blood from her thighs and belly. Then she swirled the towel around her and tucked it in, covering far more of her than I wanted to be covered. “If you really can’t reach your back, then holler, and I’ll help, but I won’t get into the shower with you.”
“Aw.”
She gave me a peck on the lips, picked up the two cups and saw they were both empty. “You weren’t supposed to drink mine.”
“There’s another cup ready, just turn the pot back on, and put one of the cups under the basket,” I said and bent to unlace my boots.
Gail swatted my butt, hard. I flinched upright, frowned at her, and then turned and bent again. She swatted me again but then ducked through the door and pulled it closed as I lunged for her.
I stared at the door and muttered, “Minx.”
By the time I felt clean again, the hot water was failing. I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist, and went looking for a change of clothes.
Gail had dressed and put on her kidney holster. I walked past the table where she was cleaning her Colt. The Mossberg lay across the center of the table, still loaded and ready for use.
I found my bag and took out a shirt, boxer briefs, socks, and jeans. I carried them back toward the bathroom, intending to dress in the privacy of the bath. I had gotten as far as the table when Gail reached out a quick hand and snatched my towel away.
“Hey!”
She chuckled. “Good for the goose, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Did you think you
