I took the washcloth from her and reached for the soap. “I can’t tell you that. Club business.”
“So, you’re in a gang like Bullet.”
Anger filled my gaze as I squirted way too much body wash onto the washcloth. “We are in no way, shape, or form, a gang. We work for this town, not against it. And we sure as fuck don’t exploit the people of this town for profit while doing illegal shit behind closed doors.”
She nodded slowly. “What are you guys, then?”
I put the soap to her stomach and started washing her down. “We’re a crew, and when this is all over, me and my crew are going to make sure you and your sister get home safely.”
She snickered. “Sorry I asked.”
I took great care in washing her down. I lifted her arms and did my best to conceal my face at the amount of caked dirt beneath them. I ignored her comment about hair all across her body as I slid the washcloth up and down her legs. With every layer of dirt and grime that swirled down the drain with the brown soapy suds, I grew angrier with her predicament. No one should be subjected to half of the shit she had endured. Hell, had she gone much longer without a proper shower, she could’ve gotten infections. Diseases. Sicknesses that they wouldn’t have given a damn in the world about treating.
I washed her down completely, trying to keep my strokes and circles as soft as possible.
But when my gaze found her face, I saw her staring over my shoulder. As if she were deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
I tossed the washcloth off to the side and reached up for my shampoo as she shrugged, closing her eyes.
“I’m just tired. Again. That’s what’s on my mind.”
I chuckled as I scooted her in between my legs, her back facing me. “Then, let’s finish getting you cleaned up so you can get back in bed.”
I squirted the shampoo into my hand before working it into her hair, and the way she sighed stiffened my cock all over again. I refused to use it, though. The last thing I needed was to be so full of her body’s pleasure that I couldn’t stay focused for my men. But, god damn it, the way she trusted me with her body was one of the sexiest thing I had ever encountered. After going through everything she had been through, she allowed me entrance. She allowed me to touch her. She allowed me to seek pleasure and intimacy with her in ways that should’ve frightened her off.
But it didn’t.
And it was the sexiest thing I’d ever come across in my life.
“You know,” she said softly, “no one’s ever done this for me before.”
I helped her rinse out the shampoo. “Washing you down like this?”
She nodded. “It’s weirdly… pleasant.”
I chuckled as I reached for my conditioner. “Glad I can help.”
She peered over her shoulder at me. “You did more than that.”
I tossed her a playful wink. “And there’s more where that came from if you want it.”
She giggled as she turned back around. “Good to know, handsome. Good to know.”
After running the conditioner through her hair, I took my time helping her out of the shower. She moved slowly, her body most certainly aching from our escapades. I handed her a towel and helped dry her off, bending down and reaching the areas of her body that she simply couldn’t reach. And after failing to find her a decent shirt to sleep in, she relegated herself to a naked nap before she piled back into my bed.
And her eyes promptly closed.
“Fangs?” she asked.
I tucked her in and smoothed her damp hair away from her forehead. “What’s up?”
She reached up for me. “Will you sit with me until I go back to sleep?”
I took her hand and perched on the edge of the bed. “Sure. I’ll be right here.”
“Thank you.”
