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“Where are they now?” I’m curious how she managed to get down here without one of them stopping her.
“Don’t worry, they aren’t here. They’re out.”
“Where?”
“Greyson, we can talk about this soon. I’m beyond furious that they’ve done this, but right now, I need to get you out of this room. Fuck, and I need to patch you up.” She’s avoiding my question, but I can also tell she’s pretty freaked out right now. I must really look like shit.
It hurts too much to move my head, so I grunt in understanding. “How did you find me?”
“I came down to the gym to work out my anger at not being able to find you, then I started to hear noises. Your SOS calls helped me find you,” she teases.
I can’t help but grin at that. Thank god I made as much noise as I could. “You didn’t know I was here?”
“No, they wouldn’t tell me much. The only thing they said was that you were alive. I’ve been trying for days to sneak out and find you, but they stopped me every time. If I’d known you were here the entire time, I wouldn’t have let them keep you tied up like this—you know that, right?” Worry laces her beautiful eyes. She told me to trust her and I did; now she’s probably wondering if I regret that decision.
“I know, angel.”
Lainey clears her throat. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and out of here before they get back.” She stands in front of me, holding her hands out for me to take. I let her help me to my feet and walk me to the bathroom, because it’s like I don’t even know how to use my damn legs anymore.
She turns the shower on and turns back to me, reaching for the hem of my shirt. “Let me help you.” I don’t fight her on it. Instead, I lift my arms as best as I can, grimacing through the pain. She pulls it off, before removing my jeans and boxers too, trying to be as gentle as she can.
I was tied up for god knows how long; I shouldn’t be getting hard right now. But damn, this girl... Even when I’m in pain and weak, I still feel her turning me on.
“Get in,” she demands, pointing at the shower.
I shoot her a devilish smile at the command, and step in. “Yes, ma’am.” The sensation of the hot water pulls a deep moan from my body.Fuck, that feels good.
After I fill my palm with shampoo, I attempt to wash my hair, but my muscles feel like they’re on fire. The longer I hold my arms up, the worse it gets. I can’t even finish lathering my hair up before I have to rest. I feel so fucking useless and weak right now.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
“Hold on, Greyson,” Lainey murmurs, as she starts stripping off her clothes. All I can do is stare at her slowly undressing. She’s not doing it in a sexual way, but she’s so damn gorgeous. Every inch of that body deserves to be worshiped.
“You don’t have to help. Just give me a minute or two.” My pride’s taking a hit right now, and I don’t know how much more my ego can take while I’m in this state.
My beautiful naked angel steps into the shower in front of me. “I know, but I want to help.”
She moves closer to me, reaching her hands up to my head. I drop my chin to my chest to make it easier for her, looking up through my eyelashes to admire her body as she scrubs my hair.
My once semi-hard dick is now sticking straight out, practically poking her in the stomach.
“You can rinse now,” she tells me softly, running her eyes over my body as she takes in all my injuries.
I lift my head to rinse it under the water while she grabs a washcloth and some soap. The suds run down my body, hitting the cuts on my chest, causing them to sting. It makes me wince, but it’s not unbearable. I’m used to this type of pain.
When all the shampoo is rinsed away, I step out from the water so she can wash my body. She starts at my face, gently rubbing all the dried blood from my skin.
“This is awful, Greyson. I’m sorry they did this to you,” she whispers as she washes.
“I understand why they did it. I’d do the same thing for you, angel.”
She pauses and her eyes flick up to mine, as if checking the truth of what I just said. I give her a nod and that seems to be the signal she needs to keep going. This girl knows I’d burn the whole world down for her, but if she needs me to remind her of that, I will.
She moves the washcloth down my neck and over my chest. It fucking stings every time she hits a wound, but I know she needs to clean them, so I take it.Like a real man. The fact that I hear my father’s voice echoing through my brain causes me to shiver.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?” she gasps, yanking her hand back.
Reaching up to cup her cheek, I give her a quick peck on the lips. “No, you didn’t. You can keep going, angel.”
