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A week had passed when Bou’s helpless cries slapped me awake in the early hours.
“No. Fucking no!” came several strangled whimpers from the other room, and then, “Get off me. NO-No-no-ooooh!”
Terrified sounds flooded her room—breathless pleas with someone to stop.
I hurled the blankets from me and busted through her door. She was in the center of her bed, arms and legs splayed wide, little white panties and a tank pushed up under her tits. She twisted one way, yanked the covers, thrashed her head to the side, whined, then twisted-yanked-thrashed her way to the other side. “No, no, no, fucking, no!” she wailed.
I swiveled my head this way and that to find the source of her anguish. I was ready to rip the little fucker’s head off whoever had dared come in here. The room was empty and the window was shut fast.
A dream. A bloody fucking nightmare. I gritted my teeth and ran a hand over my head. Energy raced through my blood, and I wanted to punch something. Someone. I limped over and lowered myself onto the bed, helpless. I was as weak as she was in her dream. I could—and would—fight off every motherfucker who attacked her in person, but there wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do to the assholes she conjured up like that. I couldn’t see her face. She’d tossed so much her hair was well wrapped around her face. I reached for her, but my hand stopped in mid-air. What if my touch made it worse? I’d spent the last week, waiting on her cues. Not touching her, not getting in her space, She flipped again, wracking the entire bed frame. Fuck it. Rip the goddamn bandage off.
I nudged her lightly which didn’t help, then pulled her into my arms. “Bou.”
She cried out louder, panic building more in her strangled voice.
Pulling her closer to my chest, her vanilla-orange scent assaulting my senses, I fought her thrashing, holding her arms to her sides and sliding the tangled hair from her face. “Wake up.”
Her whimpers continued. Her eyes darted back and forth under her lids. “No-no-no-no...” she pleaded, legs still kicking at the monster in her mind.
I’d killed that monster once, and she’d watched us bury his body.
“Bou, wake the fuck up! He can’t hurt you anymore. I’m here,” I demanded.
She stilled and stopped breathing.
I ran a hand over her cheek, willing her to wake. “Breathe, baby doll.”
She inhaled sharply. Her shoulders started to shake as she began to sob. I held her tight as she curled her legs up into herself and cried. She sniffled. Warm, wet tears landed on my bare chest. Her small, strong hands latched onto my biceps, and she held on as if I was her only tether to this life. Bastard that I was, I fucking loved that she was melting into me. Sitting there, holding her in the dark was a high better than any drug. It was also a damn good thing my lower half was twisted away from her so that she couldn’t feel my swelling cock.
By the time she’d spent her tears, dawn’s light poured through the sheer curtains. She scrubbed her face, ran fingers through her hair, and pulled the blanket over her body self-consciously.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Bou. Not any part of you. But if you want me to leave you alone, I will.” I’d hate every fucking second of it, but I’d do it.
“It’s not you,” she murmured. “I feel so... I feel so ashamed.”
I looked down at the side of her bed and gently said, “There’s not a goddamn thing to be shameful about.”
I coughed and stood, adjusting and trying to rid myself of the sappy motherfucker that had invaded my body. The air felt thick. Tension permeated the small bedroom in the silence as I looked at her face. The battering had started to disappear, the purple turning yellow. That didn’t matter, though. Every time I looked at her, I fucking saw stars with how gorgeous she was.
Somebitch, I was becoming soft. I had to get back on the road before I put on a fucking penguin suit and started answering to a bell.
Sheets rustled behind me. I turned to go so she could do whatever it was that women did in the mornings.
“Get dressed,” she called.
I stopped in my tracks and turned to her, speechless, watching her long, naked legs and ass hugged by that innocent white cotton as she crawled from the bed.
She crossed the room to her closet, a mischievous smile across her lips as she glanced at me over her shoulder. “Wanna get out of here for a while?”
“Fuck. Yeah, I do.”
* * *
Behind Bou’s shop, I followed her to an old shed.
She gave me a smile that melted me. “I have a surprise for you.”
I already knew what it was, but it didn’t dampen my excitement. She’d rolled Betty out here a few days ago after banning me from the shop and made me promise not to peek. I had been stuck inside for too long while my bike waited for my fucking leg to heal. I looked at Betty longingly, missing the ride and her engine rumbling beneath me. I ran a hand over the pristine black back fender.
