Even as I take my time driving through the winding roads, I notice the way she rests her head on the window and I swear I see her eyes close. I dare to reach my hand over and rest it on her thigh and she doesn’t react right away.
I move my fingers lightly and she lets out the softest hum.
Surprisingly, her hand rests on top of mine and my shoulders drop for the first time in a very long time. There’s a sense of peaceand relaxation in the car that I don’t want to end. But I know it has to as I pull into my driveway, and cut the engine.
Everything is quieter with the car off. It’s like the calm world we found ourselves in has come to an end and we’re back to reality.
Bailey doesn’t move right away and I’m tempted to let her sleep in here. I’d sit here to make sure she’s okay, but after a couple of seconds she raises her head, looks over at me, then realizes where we are.
“Guess you don’t really go anywhere do you?” Her voice is groggy, and I swear I see the smallest smile grace her lips.
I shake my head.
“You just kidnap unsuspecting women to drive around?” she jokes.
“Something like that.” I attempt to joke back, but my tone is more serious than I intend. “I’ll walk you inside.”
I get out of the car, my long strides get me to her side as she opens the door. I reach down, stretching my hand out toward her. I catch the way she looks up at me with a contemplative glare.
She slips her hand into mine hesitantly, and I help her stand up from the low vehicle. We’re both so tall, it makes my car seem even shorter. I know she can do it, and maybe I just wanted another excuse to feel her skin against mine.
Especially since we’ve now fucked twice and both times has been so abrupt, and feral that we haven’t gotten to shed all of our clothes.
Plus this time was a little public. Not that it would have stopped me from ripping every inch of fabric from her body.
I don’t let go of her hand as we approach her door, and she doesn’t move to let go either. She doesn’t even question when I follow her inside and up to her room again. Even if we can’t spend the night together I’m still going to do the same thing I did last time.
Make sure she’s safe and comfortable in her bed, then leave.
Before she lays down, I step over to her dresser and pull out a new pair of underwear because even though she put her other pair on, I’m sure they aren’t comfortable from the mix of our cum.
I do everything I can to tamp down the feelings bubbling up in my chest knowing I’m the reason she now has to change. Trying to will my dick to go down because she’s tired and I don’t need to push.
Bailey is sitting on the edge of her bed. I approach, hiding my wince as I kneel down onto the soft floor in front of her.
“Stand,” I command softly, and to my surprise, she actually does it.
Gently, I pull down her shorts and underwear. The second I see the wetness I caused, I bite back a groan as she steps out of them. I toss the clothes over to her hamper in the corner, and guide her feet into the new pair.
I pull them up, grazing my fingers along her skin as I reach her hips once again. I keep my hands on her as I stand up, moving them up and over her hips then the dip of her waist as I rise to myfull height. Our chests barely touch as she looks up at me, wide eyes, waiting.
“Get into bed,” I tell her, and again she listens without a retort.
Her back is to me as she pulls back her covers and climbs into the large bed. I’m tempted to crawl into it with her. To see what it would feel like to pull her body against mine, feel the way her steady breathing evens out as she falls asleep. Maybe it would be enough to quiet the chaos just long enough for sleep to finally find me.
But the risk of my nightmares is too strong. I don’t think I would hurt her, but I’m not exactly in control in those moments. I know I could, and that’s not something I’m willing to risk.
Once I pull the blanket over her, I lean down pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight, Angel.”
“Goodnight, Wes,” she practically whispers.
I turn around and leave before I throw all caution to the wind and see what she’d do if I got into her bed with her.
When I get to my house after making sure Bailey’s front door is locked, Bruno is laying on the couch with his head between his paws looking at me. He gives a single wag of his tail. And I feel like it’s his way of reassuring me that everything is okay.
Since I’ve hardly goneto the animal shelter while I’ve been busy helping at Jameson’s property I decide to make an appearance, check in on the dogs, and see if there’s been any interest inBruno. I worry about him getting too attached to my house and me if he’s not going to stay.
I just know there’s a better family out there for him. A family that doesn’t wake him up in the middle of the night from nightmares. Someone that doesn’t have to leave for hours on end just to drive around. He should have a family with kids to play with. Or someone at home to give him endless attention.
