Page 28 of Eight Bikers' Heir

“He’s just… guarded. He’ll warm up to you,” I assured her. Would that actually happen? I wasn’t entirely sure, because Bradley could be a bit unpredictable. What I did know was that he wouldn’t dare hurt her or the baby.

Aisling released a slow sigh as she dragged her fingers through her hair, looking drained.

“I might’ve overdone it today. A lot of excitement,” she said with a tired smile.

I pitched a look over at the bathroom.

“Want me to run you a bath?” I offered.

A look of interest popped up on her face.

“That sounds great,” she said with an eager nod.

I headed into the bathroom and walked over to the garden tub tucked in the back left corner. After turning on the hot water and letting it steadily fill the tub, I turned to her, seeing her standing in the middle of the room with a shy look on her face.

She didn’t really seem like the overly shy type, but we both knew what came next.

“I’ll leave,” I told her, starting to head that way.

Aisling reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me.

“It’s fine. I… could you help me wash my hair? It’s so hard to do it alone while bathing,” she asked.

I held her gaze for a few moments, wondering if I was imagining the flirty glint in them. Did she really need help, or did shewanthelp? Regardless, it was my job to provide for her.

“Get in the tub,” I told her, the tone of my voice dipping down lower.

Aisling’s breath faintly hitched before she turned away from me and peeled her shirt off, putting her bare back to me. With each layer of clothing that she removed, the fire in my lower stomach burned hotter and hotter. Her hair streamed down her back as she walked over to the tub, leaning over to shut the water off. Pitching one last look over her shoulder, she threw me a smile before sinking her body into the hot water, a pleased sigh breaking from her.

I wanted to make more noises sound from her. Every fiber of my being wanted to touch her, to please her.

With a tense jaw, I garnered what sense of control I had left and knelt behind her, cupping the back of her neck and guiding her low enough to get her hair wet.

My eyes uncontrollably strayed, admiring the slope of her perfect, bare body. The peaks of her breasts. The curves of her hips. The fullness of her thighs.

Oh… damn.

I helped her sit back up before squeezing some sort of flowery scented shampoo that one of the triplets picked up for her. My fingers coursed through her wet hair, massaging her head as I lathered the shampoo in well.

A faint moan sounded from Aisling as she leaned her head back more, her eyes fluttering shut.

My cock started to strain against my black jeans as I continued my motions, working the shampoo in until there were suds. I guided her back down to rinse the shampoo off, watching the foam dissolve in the warm water. However, I wasn’t done with her.

My hands moved down her neck to her back and shoulders, massaging gently yet firmly. She was almost purring for me, soft hums and moans drifting from her. I could be daring, or I could play it safe.

What would she do?

I let my hands trail down her arms, her head pressing against my chest. I didn’t care that my shirt was getting wet.

All I cared about was the way she arched her back, pushing her chest up like she was dying to be touched. I obliged, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingertips.

Aisling’s eyes flickered open as she peered up at me with flushed cheeks.

“Would you think I was a freak if I said I’ve fantasized about being pampered like this?” she asked.

I slid my hand up to the underside of her chin, keeping her eyes on mine.

“You act like that’s a bad thing,” I replied before getting to my feet. I leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss against her lips, tasting how sweet she was. I wanted more, though. I wanted to complete her fantasy.