clothes, except his boots. That’s the only thing he took off before getting into bed with me.
I could just lie back down by his side and go back to sleep too. Like I did last night. I remember the moment I got up real close to him and rested my head on his chest very clearly, clearer than anything else that happened last night. It felt good. It felt right. It felt safe.
But I’m acutely aware that I need a shower. I was in that cell for at least a couple of days, and I needed a shower before they locked me in there. I’ll feel more like myself after I’m clean. I’ll know what to do next then. I’ll know that staying right here with this guy for as long as he’ll have me is a bad idea.
Colt
My phone’s buzzing when I open my eyes, only to be blinded by the glaring light outside. I close them again, but the whole rickety table with the three chairs is rattling against the floor from the phone’s buzzing in the pocket of my jacket, which I tossed on it last night. And Brenda’s gone, I realize as I reach for her. It’s that more than the phone that makes me open my eyes again.
The shower is running in the bathroom, and the relief I feel over her not splitting on me in the night is confusing more than anything else.
I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling strangely hungover. The design on the beige wallpaper is in fact braids, kinda like fishing lines coiled or something. The shower is still running and I have a very strong urge to go join Brenda under the shower. Practically everything in me is saying, no, yelling, that’d be the best idea I ever had.
Going to save her from the Sinners was the best idea I ever had. And it went spectacularly wrong. My phone won’t stop buzzing. It’s time to face that music, no matter how much I wish I didn’t have to.
“Yeah?” I say as I pick up the phone, seeing it’s Blaze.
“What the fuck happened to you?” he barks. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”
“I fell asleep,” I mutter.
“You feel asleep, how sweet,” he says mockingly. “Well, you need to get back here and explain yourself. Cross wants to know exactly what happened.”
That wakes me up better than any cup of coffee ever had. Or maybe the sight of Brenda wrapped in just a flimsy towel emerging from the bathroom did it. I’m not sure. All I know is that only one of those two things makes me feel more alive than I have in ages. Maybe ever. And it’s not Blaze with his ominous message.
“I’ll be right there,” I tell him and hang up since I know exactly what he would’ve said.
“Are you in trouble?” she asks, her dark blue eyes like a warm summer night sky, and her dark wet hair dripping fat drops of water like she’s a nymph that just emerged from some forgotten lake to be mine. Forbidden lake, more like.
“Usually,” I say, standing up to be closer to her.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “But I’m not sorry you came after me.”
The wicked light that gleams over the gratitude in her eyes makes my cock throb. Oh, the things I would do to her if I had the time.
“I gotta go,” I stutter, finally stopping in my approach towards her. We’re so close I can smell the water on her skin. “Gotta report back to my club.”
She nods, smiles kinda sadly. “Pity. But you gotta do what you gotta do.”
The only thing I gotta do is kiss her. So I do.
She tastes like the water dripping off her, like the perfect summer night she spawned from, like all the time in the world to do only what feels good and right.
“My…” she says as I pull away from the kiss because we have none of that time. If I don’t stop myself now, I’ll fuck things up even worse with Cross, because I could spend days with this woman. I don’t think I’d even have to eat.
But all that’s just my cock talking. It’s been a while since I’ve been this attracted to a woman.
“I gotta go,” I repeat stupidly. It’s just me convincing myself.
“You’re just gonna leave me here?” she asks coyly, batting her eyelashes at me. She knows what she’s doing. She knows I’m speechless right now. She knows what I want. She knows I’m