-Jacey-
“Baby, get in with me?” Caleb asked once I had him in a warm bath. His abdomen looked awful, and there was also bruising on his arms and legs.
“Why?” I eyed him suspiciously.
Caleb gestured to his rigid d**k.
“Caleb,” I scolded him. “You’re hurt. I’m surprised you can even get it up at all. If I get in there, it’s just going to hurt you.”
Caleb pouted. “It’s your fault.”
“How is it my fault?” I demanded.
“You’re all sexy when you wash me,” Caleb grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “Caleb, I was washing you. Just washing you. Not sexy-time washing you. Now you just sit there and soak.”
“Fine. We’ll do it in bed. I’ll lay on my back and let you do all the work,” Caleb said.
“No. That’s my final answer. You need to get better first,” I replied.
Caleb sighed. “How long will that be?”
