Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“I feel all gross,” she said before coughing. “And you guys shouldn’t be near me. You might catch the lurgy.”
“Don’t care about that, baby,” Jenner told her. “Do you want a bath?”
“Shower.”
“You can’t get into the shower on your own, you might get dizzy and fall over,” Jenner told her. He didn’t even like the idea of her in the bath. But he could bathe her with her underwear on.
“I can get her into the bath,” Abe said, frowning at him.
“I got this.” Jenner glared back at him. What did he think he was going to do? “I’ll bathe her wearing her top.”
Which was actually his top. He thought that he’d lost that T-shirt a long time ago. Hmm, seemed there was a thief in the house, stealing his things.
And he liked that.
A lot.
“It isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before,” Immy said, her eyes closing.
Jenner gaped down at her. What was she talking about?
“What?” Abe asked in a low, dark voice. “What does she mean by that?”
“I don’t know. Immy, what does that mean?” Jenner asked.
“What?” She opened her eyes and gaze around at them all. “You’ve all seen boobs before, right? Immy’s boobs aren’t anything special. Kind of small. Not that exciting.”
Oh. That’s what she’d meant.
“Sampson, can you run the bath?” Jenner asked.
“Noo,” she complained. “He does it too cold cause he says I’ll burn myself. And he doesn’t use bubbles cause he says I’ll slip over. I want Issy or Abby to do it.”
“I’ll do it if you stop calling me Abby,” Abe told her.
“You’ll do it anyway, cause you love me,” she replied.
She totally had him pegged. Had them all pegged. Because there was nothing that they wouldn’t do for her.
Abe disappeared into the bathroom with a sigh. They heard the water running and Immy groaned.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Now I got to go pee,” she complained.
“All right, I’ll carry you to the toilet.” Jenner stood with her in his arms and walked in to find that Abe was squirting bubble bath into the bath water.
“She needs to pee.”
“I’ll help her,” Abe said, standing.
Jenner immediately shook his head. “I have her.”
Abe eyed him with an unfair amount of suspicion. What the hell did he think he was going to do? Then he nodded and left, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Jenner set Immy on her feet in front of the toilet and she swayed. “Immy don’t wanna be sick.”
“I know, baby.”
“Sucks.”
“I know it does.”
“Is it ‘cause Immy was a bad girl?” she asked.
He was reaching under her T-shirt to pull her panties down when he paused. “What are you talking about? How was Immy a bad girl?”
She blinked down at him. “Forced you to kiss me.”
Shit.
Fuck.
Was that what she thought? How could she think that? Forced him? Immy weighed a good eighty pounds less than him and she had no real strength in her arms. How could she ever force him?
Not that she would even have to.
And maybe she’d started the kiss, but he’d sure as heck finished it.
“Immy, you did nothing wrong,” he told her firmly. “You did not force me.”
She sniffled. “Felt so bad. Think Immy has ruined everything now. Lost your friendship. Can’t even work together now because you avoid me. So dumb.” She pinched the back of her hand. “So stupid.”
“Stop that,” he said in alarm, grabbing hold of her hand. But she drew her hand away and pinched it again.
“Immy. Stop that, now.” He used his sternest voice and to his shock it worked.
She froze.
“You do not hurt yourself. Understand me? Not ever.”
Another sniffle. “But Immy was bad. Deserves to be punished.”
“Immy was not bad and she certainly does not deserve to be punished. And if she did, I would do the punishing, not her. Understand me?”
“You’d take away my Twizzlers?” she cried.
Or put you over my knee.
But he refrained from saying that.
“And I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. That was wrong of me and I won’t do it anymore.”
“Do you need to be punished?” she asked.
“Probably,” he admitted.
“Can I do it?”
He snorted. “How would you do it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’d take away your mashed potatoes for a week.” She grinned at him.
Sassy brat.
“You can’t take away my mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes are life. They’re a necessity. Like breathing.”
Or peeing.
Which she still hadn’t done.
She snorted. Or he thought that was what she was trying to do. Instead, she ended up sneezing.
“Eww. Gross.”
He grabbed some tissues and wiped her nose for her. She started swaying and he grabbed her hips, worried that she was about to collapse.
“Let’s get you on the toilet.” He drew down her panties and helped guide her onto the toilet.
Then he took a few steps back and gave her his back, turning on the water.
When he heard the toilet flush, he turned the water off.
“Okay, Immy?” he asked, still giving her privacy.