“It’s normal to bleed the first time, baby. It will be fine. The bath will help.” Patrick turned off the water and threw in some soothing bath salts.
She flushed and walked to Patrick. He stepped into the tub, sat, and then helped her in to sit in front of him and between his legs. Right away, the warmth of the water started to ease what little soreness she had.
He picked up a washcloth and added bath soap. He slid the cloth over her whole body, gently messaging her shoulders and hips and paying particular attention to her pussy and nipples.
When he was done with her, he quickly washed himself.
She closed her eyes and relaxed back against him. She’d never felt so cared for and knew she could get used to it very easily.
They soaked for over twenty minutes and only got out because the water cooled. Then they rinsed and stood. Patrick helped her out and stood on the bathmat while he dried her. He pulled on a sundress over her head and then shorts and a t-shirt for him.
“I bet dinner’s about ready.”
“Good, I’m hungry,” Eve commented.
“I think we both worked up an appetite.”
She felt a blush overtake her face. She didn’t know if she’d ever get used to his teasing, but she also didn’t want him to stop.
Chapter Fifteen
They walked hand and hand down the steps. They were about at the bottom when the doorbell rang.
Eve waited on the last step while Patrick opened the door. Her stomach twisted painfully when she heard her father’s voice.
“Where’s my daughter?”
“You must be Reverend Morton Sherman.”
“Yes, and I want my daughter back.”
“That won’t ever happen.”
“You bastard,” her father hissed.
“Tsk, is that any way for a religious man to talk?” Patrick chided.
“You had no right to take her.”
Eve took a few steps and slid her hand into Patrick’s.
“Hello, Father.”
Morton’s eyes widened, and then his face darkened. “Get your ass in the car, right now.”
She shook her head. She felt her insides shake but took strength by Patrick beside her and squeezi
ng her hand.
“No, I left you a note. It’s time for me to move on.”
“You would have never moved on your own. You’re too weak-willed.”
“Whose fault is that?’ Patrick asked.
“Listen, my daughter is engaged to be married…”
She gasped. “What? To who?” She felt Patrick stiffen beside her.