I tuck my head under his arm, comforted by his familiar scent. He lets me snuggle against him, draping his arm over my shoulder and grazing my skin with his fingers. We stay like this for a while, silently comforting each other.
My heart breaks to think of him going through what I’ve been through. He has Dan, I guess, but I’m an orphan with no siblings to share my grief. It can be quite lonely, and because of the solitary feelings, I don’t let myself think of them too often.
With his fingers caressing the bare skin on my arm, and the beating of his heart against my ear, he lulls me to sleep like the soothing patter of rain on a tin roof from my childhood.
As much as I hate to admit it, being wrapped in his arms is the most content I’ve ever felt. If only I didn’t have to skip town, I could get used to this.
13
DOM
These past few nights, sleeping with her next to me and waking with her in my arms has been bliss. I roll over to pull her back to me, but I’m met with an empty space. Blinking open my eyes as the morning sun peeks through the blinds, I throw the cover off to get out of bed with every intention of dragging her back here.
I stroll into the kitchen, expecting to see her tidying or making breakfast, but what I find is her purse open. The contents litter the worktop like there’s been a struggle.
My bare feet against the white tiles is like walking on ice as a shiver shakes me to the bone. Her lipstick rolls off the counter and I follow with my eyes as it clatters against the floor. Bright red splotches of blood leave a trail out of the kitchen.
Rubbing the tightening in my chest, I grab the baseball bat from the hall. If only I hadn’t drunk last night. But how the fuck has anyone got in the apartment without the alarm going off? Walking past the door, I try the handle. It’s locked, just like I left it. The living room appears untouched.
The quiet and stillness of the room only highlights the thud in my temple. Whoever has harmed my little fox is gonna wish they were dead by the time I’m done with them. My stomach knots, forcing acid to coat my throat.
A whimper echoes from down the hall. Gripping my bat, I rush back from where I came, opening the door to Dan’s room and the office as I go. Both are empty.
The only room left to check is the end bathroom. With one swift motion, I kick the door open, ready to swing my bat at anyone hurting my girl.
Her scream pierces my ears, but I relax, knowing she’s alive. And she’s alone. Scanning her for injuries, my eyes zone in on the sink filled with water that’s stained pink.
I drop the bat with a clang against the tiled floor as I take two large strides into the bathroom. My hands instantly on her body, looking for where she’s hurt. “What happened?”
She swats at my chest. “You scared me to death.” She yanks her pyjama top down to cover her ass. She isn’t wearing underwear.
“I scared you? You scared the crap out of me. I thought someone had broken in.” I try to lift her top, but she pushes me away.
“Can I get a little privacy around here?”
“Let me help you. You’re bleeding.” I refuse to go until I find out where she’s hurt. From the looks of the sink, she might need stitches.
She stands there with her large green eyes glaring at me as she swallows the thick air between us. “Unless you’re going to lick me clean like the hound that you are, you’re not gonna be able to help me.”
Glancing between her and the sink, everything becomes clear and I feel like a fucking idiot. I plunge my hand into the pink water and pull out her white cotton shorts. My hand runs over my face, and I silently chuckle to myself. I’m stood here stark bollock naked, thinking she was in danger, and she just got her fucking period.
My eyes zone in on her thick thighs that squash together, hiding the ruby treasure between her legs. “I can lick you clean. I’m a bloodhound after all.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips, already tasting the copper on my tongue.
My dick senses it too and thickens as all the blood rushes to my other head, thinking how wet her pussy is right now, slick with blood and her arousal. And how good my hard cock would feel slipping into her warm heat while I fuck her raw.
Her thighs rub together like they did in the car. I know she’s thinking about me, too. Even if it were for a second, I saw the same animalistic thoughts flash in her eyes.
“Ugh. You’re not coming anywhere near me with your dirty mouth.” She shoves against my chest again. Her body contradicting the heat in her eyes.
“You love it,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her neck.
She shivers. “Like I loved being face palmed by your dick.” She fights back a smile. “And put some clothes on, for goodness’ sake.” Her hand swats my chest.
I lift my arms in the air with another chuckle. “All right, I’m going, but you know where I am if you change your mind.”
* * *
After dressing,I strip the bedding. A patch of her blood stains the bottom sheet.
