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I spin my head and see her staring at me, biting her bottom lip nervously.
“How do you work it?” she asks, a flush of red spreading across her cheeks as her eyes flick toward the shower.
“Here.” I reach across her to turn on the faucet, making sure the water that sprays out is at the perfect temperature for her.
“That way to make it cooler, the other way for more heat.” I show her, taking a towel from the rack and holding it up for her to notice before I place it over the basin. “I’ll be through there when you’re done.” Leaving her to it, I try not to remember how good the girl looks naked.
While I shift through my clothes for something she can wear, I try Prez again, but get nothing. After finding a T-shirt that will probably be far too big, and my tightest track pants, I quickly make my bed and lay them out on top.
It ain’t perfect but it’ll do until she can go back to the reservation and pick up some of her things.
Shaniya steps out of the bathroom a few minutes later, her long black hair soaked and hanging over one shoulder, and I can’t help staring at the water droplets that scattered over the parts of her that aren’t covered by the towel.
“There are some clothes on the bed through there.” I rush her through to my room and quickly close the door after her. She’s putting so much of her trust in me by being here, and I’m not about to make her feel like she’s made a mistake.
When she comes back out a few minutes later, I try my hardest not to stare at her. My pants bag around her thin legs, and although my T-shirt swamps her, I can still make out the outline of her breasts, and her nipples peek through the cotton.
“Thank you. You and your people have been very kind.” She stands awkwardly in front of me and I can’t take my eyes off those fucking tits. I can’t let her go down the club like that… not knowing that the eye of every idiot with a dick will be staring at the same thing that's got all my attention.
“You need to get some sleep,” I tell her, but she’s shaking her head back at me before I’ve even finished the sentence.
“No arguing, you need to take care of yourself. I promise to wake you the minute Prez comes back, and then we’ll decide what to do about your uncle.”
“He could be dead by then.” Her eyes fill with tears, and I quickly move toward her, my hand automatically slipping behind her ear and my thumb swiping the wet droplets from her cheek. I can’t recall ever touching a woman like this before, but it comes so instinctively, like I’ve been comforting this girl my whole life.
Her eyes are magnified by her tears and when she looks up at me, her lips rub against each other, tempting me to fucking take them.
I wanna leave my mark all over them, and finally find out if she tastes as sweet as I’ve been imagining.
“We will get him back, and the men who tried to hurt you will pay,” I assure her, managing to get a hold of myself. “Get some sleep. I will wake you as soon as we need you.” She must be too tired to protest, because she allows me to lead her back into my room, and when I pull open the covers for her she snuggles into the center of my king-sized mattress.
“You kept it,” her eyes gesture to my nightstand where I keep the dreamcatcher she made for me, and she makes a sleepy smile.
“Course I kept it.” I smile back.
“And you promise to wake me if anything happens?” She yawns, her head resting on one of my pillows and her damp hair curling around her neck.
“Promise,” I whisper, brushing it off her skin. She doesn’t flinch at the intimacy, and her eyes close just before her lips raise into another sleepy smile.
She looks so perfectly out of place that I have to stand and stare at her for a while.
Then crouching over her, I let my lips touch her forehead, appreciating the fact her hair and skin smell like me now that she’s washed in my shower. She’s wearing my clothes, she’s sleeping in my bed, and that sparks a primal instinct inside me. The desire to keep her here and protect her is so overwhelming that it causes me actual physical pain. And that hurt only spreads deeper when I remind myself that she isn’t mine to keep.
She belongs to the guy on the reservation. He made that clear with all the warning looks he’s thrown at me. But he isn’t here with her now. I am. And it isn’t him who she’s relying on for help right now, that’ll be me again.
And there’s no way I ain’t gonna give it to her.
Backing away from her, I go in search of a vital item that I’m gonna need before we can return to the club and set to work fixing this mess.
There’s no answer when I knock on Grimm’s cabin door, and just as I’m walking away to try Jessie’s place, the door swings open.
“What?” Rogue asks me impatiently. She’s standing in her underwear with a hand resting on her hip and her hair ruffled in a mass of unruly waves.
“Sorry to interrupt,” I say when Grimm steps up behind her, wrapping the crook of his arm around her neck and sliding his tongue over her cheek.
“I… um… need to borrow something.”
“Well hurry up and get it. He only just got home.” Rogue opens the door wider, inviting me inside, and her body twists into Grimm’s so her mouth can smother his. These guys really don’t give a shit who sees how desperate they are for each other.
