Page 27 of Drowned In Silence
“I only have this much on days ending with Y.”
I laugh at her backhanded comment, but slide my arm under her legs, supporting her upper body with my other arm. She winces in pain, but allows me to touch her. We’re both half dressed, but I don’t think she cares and neither do I. When I walk her into the warm shower, I can feel her body tense up.
“Is it too hot? I can turn it down if you need me too.”
“No, it’s fine. I just don’t do well with… men and water. Just don’t try to kill me. Please…”
“I don’t know what kind of bullshit that is, and I won’t be killing you. But if it’s any consolation to you, it’s a deal.” I set her down on her feet, holding her around the hips so she doesn’t fall over. Her back is pressed against my chest, leaning against me for support. “If you turn around, it might be easier,” I suggest.
“If I turn around, I’ll have to look at myself in the gaudy ass mask. No thank you. I’m fine how I am… I just want to get this over with.”
“If you wanted me to take it off, all you had to do was ask,” I whisper in her ear. Her arms break out in goosebumps when I touch my nose to her hair and tighten my grip on her waist. “Don’t be afraid to ask me for things, Little Raven. I’ll do anything you want me to. With pleasure.”
She turns around slowly, grimacing at her reflection in the mirrors. Reaching up, her hand runs down the mask before she slips a finger underneath it at the chin.
“Anything I ask of you? I’ve never had that,” she whispers the second half under her breath, almost like she’s talking to herself.
She pushes the mask up over my face and it falls to the shower floor.
“Anything,” I growl. Her pupils dilate and I can’t tell if it’s from my voice, or what she sees. I reach a hand up and grab her by the chin with two fingers. “You want me on my knees begging? So be it. You want me to let you pull the reins? So be it. The only thing I won’t do is leave your side. There is a lot of history between us, Little Raven, and you have no idea what I’ve done to get to you. And you don’t know what I will do to stay here.”
Flushed. That’s the only word to describe her expression. She keeps looking me in the eyes as she dips her head back into the water.
“I don’t know what I want. How can I trust that you won’t play mind games and you’re just fucking with my head? I don’t even know you,” she says and turns back around, swatting at my hand and forcing me to let go of her.
This girl really will be the death of me. She is a firecracker, and I can’t wait to set her off.
“You think I play games, Darling?”
“I don’t care if you do or you don’t. You said you’d beg— and before we are through, just maybe you will.”
I growl at her once more before bending over and biting her shoulder lightly.
“We’ll see. I’ll give you my slippers when we get out of the bathroom… As long as you don’t use them to run away. Again. I know your feet are cut up, and you probably just want to get some rest.”
“I can barely move, so I’m not running anywhere. No one has ever come to my rescue. The least I could do is stick around and see what happens. At least for a day or two. I’ve seen what you're capable of, and it makes me nervous. I’ve been around shitty men all of my life, and I don’t have time to deal with another one.” She shuts off the water without me hardly getting any. I almost scoff, but she starts undressing. First her shirt, and then her pants. She makes a show of it too, bending over at the waist and letting me seeeverything.
When she’s butt ass naked, she opens the shower door and gets out. She wraps a towel around her body, flings her hair over her shoulder, all without glancing at me. Almost like she doesn’t even realize I’m standing here watching her. She sure knows how to put on a brave act, but I see right through her. She’s terrified.
Danger
Elliot
“I already told youthis. I don’t know how I can tell you the same thing and you still not hear it,” I whisper yell to Spencer.
He throws his hands in the air before plopping down on the couch. “I get it, Elliot, but we need to go. Now.”
Before I can answer, Dynah walks out of the bedroom and into where we are sitting. She has one hand playing with the hem of her shirt and the other plays with her lip in discomfort. She must have raided my suitcase for some more clothes, because she is standing fully dressed in a pair of my sweats, and one of my tee-shirts. I only handed her the shirt earlier, so I don’t know what I expected. If she didn’t look absolutely delicious before now, I don’t know what would. Seeing her dressed in my clothes makes my cock rise. I palm myself, trying to hide it, before giving up and throwing a couch pillow over my lap.
“Where are we going and why?” She asks meekly, curling up in the chair across from us.
With Spencer sitting next to me, I can’t in my right mind jump across the table, throw her on it, and stick my dick into her. So I stay quiet but look to my best friend for his response.
He sighs, knowing how pathetic I feel at the moment, and explains the situation.
“So… Uhm… You know how you got arrested for that murder in the field? Yeah, well, uhm… They found a second body and tried to track you down at your father’s house. But this genius over here–” he points to me and shakes his head, “–already got you out of there. Anyway, you are now being targeted by the police. We need to get out of dodge.”
“Figures,” she replies.