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But I needed to use the bathroom. And now.
So, I let him pick me up and take me to the bathroom, where he deposits my feet on the cold tiled floor.
“You’re not needed for this. I need to pee,” I tell him, refusing to move until he leaves me alone in the bathroom. He gives me a lopsided grin, but otherwise doesn’t move.
“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” he drawls, and I had to roll my eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ll call you if I need you,” I tell him.
“Fine. I’ll be in the bedroom,” he announces, before turning on his heel and finally I find myself alone.
Doing what I need to do, I flush, then wash my hands. Before I’m even able to lift the T-shirt off my body, he’s opening thedoor, and in one swift movement, he’s gently hauling me onto the vanity. The shock of his actions renders me speechless for a beat. Opening my mouth, I intend to give him a spray about being a caveman, but the warning on his handsome face has me snapping my mouth shut.
I try to distract myself from his presence as he helps me undress, instead focusing on a spot above his head, noticing the spacious and masculine feel of the bathroom for the first time. Just like the man in front of me.
With the more skin he uncovers, his jaw clenches tighter, even though a few weeks had passed since I’d left that hellhole of Angelo’s estate, my face doesn’t show anymore bruises. But my body is another story.
I could feel he was barely holding back from wanting to find Angelo. The look on his face told me he was ready to murder the man.
Expecting him to just place me in the shower and leave me alone, I was shocked when he removes his jeans and T-shirt but keeps his black boxer briefs on.
Thankfully.
Tying back his shoulder length dark hair, he silently turns on the water, steam quickly filling the room, as he gently picks me up again, and steps into the shower stall with me.
Lowering me to my feet, I grab onto his shoulders, my fingers dragging along a deep scar there. I knew that was where he had been shot, but I couldn’t stop my fingers from moving against his skin, skimming over the scar. My legs were still feeling decidedly weak, and I was scared I would fall over.
“I got you, sweetness. I love your hands on me,” he speaks softly, but his gruff morning voice instantly makes my pussy weep, mixing with the water that runs down my body. When he grabs a washcloth from the pile of clean towels sitting on the vanity and begins to wash me with it, I can’t hide the goosepimples that cover my skin, or that my nipples are so hard they could cut glass.
But I force myself to endure his ministrations, even when he washes my hair, I don’t protest because he’s so gentle with me, and it feels too good to make him stop. Once he’s done, he grabs a large bath towel and wraps it around my body, after he first used it to dry my hair, providing warmth and comfort. Despite his outward appearance of tattoos and the whole dangerous aura around him, this biker had a gentle side I didn’t know existed.
Until now.
Placing me on the vanity once again, I try not to notice the way the droplets of water cling to his tanned skin, the now wet boxer briefs cupping his member like a second skin. I force myself to keep my gaze on his face, as he gives me a lopsided grin, obviously noticing where my gaze had been, ordering me to stay where I am, as my heart does a little dance. He disappears for a few minutes, returning dressed in a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved black T-shirt, carrying another T-shirt and another pair of sweats in his hands. Putting it over my head, he helps me put it on with minimal movement so I didn’t hurt myself further. His scent lingering on the material, and I had to force myself not to take a long whiff of it.
The sweats are another story, they at least were my size since they were brought to the house by Zoe a few days ago when we got back from Florida, with other clothes and an array of colorful bras and panties.
Even after I’m dressed, Ky carries me back to the bedroom, placing me in bed, just as there’s a knock on the door downstairs.
“I want to see Willow,” I call out as he heads for the door, getting out of bed and standing on my own. My arms crossed over my chest as I wait for him to argue with me. When we arrived back in Briar Creek, after I’d been released from the hospital, Ky brought me straight to his place. Because I’d stillhad yellowing bruises over my face, it was decided that Willow would stay with Chains and Zoe for the time being.
I didn’t want her seeing me like this.
But that was a few days ago, and I was tired of waiting. I needed to see my baby.
“Let me just see who’s at the door, then I’ll take you.” He placates before leaving me standing there. Shaking my head, I walk out of the room, my eyes ignoring the bed, which I know is brand new, since he’d had one of the prospects throw out the old one and buy a new one and set it all up before our return.
A wave of disgust rolls over me when I think ofherin this room, but I can’t help wondering where she is?Did the club make her disappear? Do I even really want to know?
Wiping my mind of all thoughts of Mariah, I make my way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the landing. Slowly and carefully, I make my way down the stairs.
Ky’s standing at the front door, and I watch in fascination as his muscles bunch under the T-shirt he’s wearing, standing at his full height of six three, he walks over to the door, looking through the peephole, the muscles that were taut just moments before, now relax as he pulls the door inwards.
Standing on the other side is Everleigh, and I can’t help my lips curving into a genuine smile.
“Came to see how my patient is doing. If that’s okay?” she says, moving past Ky, her eyes lifting to where I was standing on the last step.
“You’re just in time for breakfast,” Ky says, a mischievous glint in his eyes as his hand brushes mine on his way to the kitchen. A soft jolt of electricity runs up my arm, and I stop myself from rubbing it. That was the first time he has willingly touched me since we came back. I wonder what has changed for him?