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“You getting in or not?” I ask, holding out a towel for her, trying to ignore the fact that her broken smile has replaced that tiny bit of warmth in my chest with a sting.
“Thanks.” She snatches the towel out of my hand and strops past me, kicking the door shut behind her.
I sit on the bed and wait for her to be done, trying to piece everything together. Prez hadn’t mentioned anything about the CIA. When I tried calling him back at the house, he hadn’t answered which is why I had to call Jessie. I trust Jessie above anyone else, and having him working things back at the club makes me feel a little more comfortable.
I’m about to bang hard on the door and tell Gracie her time is up, but before I get the chance, a high-pitched scream pierces my ears. I throw open the door and without hesitation draw back the shower curtain. My nostrils flare when I see her, and I don’t know why I’m so fucking surprised that she’s naked. Of course, she’s naked, it’s how all people take showers.
But something about the tiny water droplets falling over her tight torso, the hard pink nipples that top off those perfect round tits, and the tiny patch of hair edging the slit between her legs, has me fucking furious at her.
Her lips are tinged blue and trembling, and her eyes watch me in horror as I stand here, taking in every inch of what’s in front of me.
“What happened?” I ask, trying to focus, I can’t pull my eyes from those damn tits and the goosebumps that have popped up under her skin. I got the wildest urge to reach out and grab her. To take those hard nipples in my mouth and heat them back up with my mouth.
“This water’s freezing,” she moans, her arm darting across her body to hide her tits while her other hand cups between her legs. Fuck, her body’s hot, and now thanks to her, I’m stretching tight against my jeans to the point of pain.
“I thought you were fuckin’ hurt.” I hate the hint of concern that carries in my voice.
“I’m freezing!” she yells again, and I quickly reach behind me and grab a towel. It’s rough and coarse, barely big enough to cover her body, but it’s all that’s here. Gracie rapidly snatches it from my hand and shoots me daggers as she wraps it around herself.
“Do you ever stop moaning?” I ask, trying to stop myself from looking at her.
“Do you ever stop staring?” she bites back, and a wicked smile lifts on her lips as she tucks the towel around her chest.
“Like what you see, Brax?” she winks at me seductively. I refuse her an answer, swiping the curtain back along the rail and marching the fuck out of there.
When she comes out a few minutes later, I’m still trying to forget what I just saw.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Gracie asks, sitting down beside me, her chest and shoulders still wet, and the scratchy motel towel wrapped tightly around her body. I look at her out of the corner of my eye, and the urge to rip the thing off her body and fuck out her soul plays havoc with my cock.
“I gotta go see Jerry, get some stitches. Lock the door behind me,” I tell her as I stand up from the bed. I need to get far away from her, these kinda thoughts make me a lia-fuckin-bility.
“Brax, don’t leave me,” she drops her seductive little act and begs, tugging on my arm to try and pull me back onto the bed. I quickly rip myself out of her grasp. And when I turn back around and see her bottom lip trembling again, I feel like a cunt for causing it. Clenching my fist out of frustration I let it fall back to my side.
“You’ll be fine, you’re safe here,” I promise, trying to soften my tone a little. I wait until she nods back at me, then get the hell out of there before the tears that are growing in her eyes fall and I give in to that urge I feel to comfort her.
I slam the door behind me and stomp my way over to the office. The cold evening air does nothing to cool me down. I’m too fuckin’ angry at myself for letting a bitch get to me. Especially now, when it’s vital that I focus.
Jerry is waiting for me in the back room with his med kit all laid out.
“I thought you were gonna clean up?” He looks at me with a scrunched nose.
“The girl needed a shower more than I did. I’ll grab one after.”
“A girl, huh?” Jerry's tongue pokes out from between his lips as he looks over his glasses and concentrates on the needle he’s trying to thread.
“Ain’t nothing like that. I’m on a job for Jimmer,” I explain.
“You don’t owe me any explanations, boy,” he tells me, and I flinch as the hot needle pierces into my skin. I take a long drink from the bottle of vodka on the table, before lighting myself a cigarette.
“How long are you planning on staying for?”
“We’ll be out of your hair by morning,” I tell him, flinching again when I feel him hit a nerve. “And I’m gonna need one more favor.”
I check out the old man’s work when he’s finished, he’s done a good job and as usual, the stubborn old bastard refuses to accept any cash. Jerry will store this up with all the other favors I’ve accumulated over the years.
On the way back out, I stop to speak to Camilla.
“I need some clothes.” She lifts her eyes up from her magazine at me for an explanation. “The girl who’s with me, she’s about your size. A pair of jeans, a T-shirt, anything you can spare. Oh, and some shoes.” She looks back at me blankly, making me wonder for a second if she’s gonna ignore me.
