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“I don’t know. It’s like everything around me doesn’t feel real. Like I’m dreaming.” Maybe I wasn’t in the shower with Rocky. It would be a bummer if my mind was playing tricks on me and I was imagining he was soaping up my body. “Are you not really here?”
“I’m here, baby. You’re not dreaming.” He switched spots with me and scrubbed his hair and face.
“I must’ve missed when we decided to shower.” I smiled wide as little flutters spurred to life in my stomach. “Is this like foreplay before sex?”
He looked at me strangely. “You don’t remember anything?”
“Should I? Gimme a clue of what I should recall.” I leaned my back against the tiled wall to admire his muscly body and protruding dick.
“Fuck, baby. I think you’re in shock.” He turned off the water and opened the sliding door. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.
“Shock? Why would I be in shock?” What was he talking about?
“From what happened in the bar. I think you havedissociative amnesia.Don’t be scared. Your memories will come back, unfortunately.”
“Amnesia?”
“Yeah, I’ve experienced similar. It’s not permanent, unfortunately.”
“Why do you keep saying unfortunately?”
“Because some events should be fucking forgotten.”
My vision pinged off the walls and landed on drops of blood on the bathroom floor. “Why is there—” My words lodged in my throat as memories flooded back. “Oh, my God.” Images of Rocky wielding a gun and firing it walloped me. “You… You killed someone.” My knees buckled, but he caught me.
“Baby, things got out of hand in the bar.” He embraced me and sat on the shower floor with me on his lap. “Do you remember someone grabbing and groping you?”
My hand covered my left breast and started shaking.
“You do remember.” He kissed my temple. “Nobody touches what’s mine, Ella. I warned them, and they challenged me. He took you from my side, and I couldn’t let it slide.”
“So youk-k-killedhim?” My chest felt like it would cave in on my heart.
“Yes, and I’m not sorry.” He rubbed my back and kissed me. “I’d burn down the fucking world for you, Ella. Kill every fucking man who lays a finger on you.”
“Hep-p-pinchedmy nipple.” I lightly touched my bud under the towel. It burned and ached, so tender from the assault. I went from shock and abject mortification that Rocky had murdered someone to relief and honor that he would defend me in such a violent way.
“I’m sorry I let him hurt you, baby.”
“Did I have blood on me?” I shuddered against him. He didn’t need to answer. We’d been in the shower, and he’d told me not to look down. “Holy crap! You were washing the gore off me, weren’t you?”
“Yes.” He raised my chin with his finger, and his intense gray eyes drilled into mine. “I never meant for you to get mixed up in club bullshit. It’s always a pissing contest among us. Who’s got the biggest dick. Who’s the strongest. Wildest. It’s fucking stupid.”
“I’d wager that your dick is the largest.” A switch flipped inside me, and I wrapped my small hand around him. The tips of my fingers didn’t even touch though I gripped him firmly.
“Fuck.” Rocky blew out a strenuous breath. “You gotta believe me, Ella. I will end any man who hurts you. Today, I killed three, but I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine, and I will protect you.”
My heart stopped. “Three?” My boyfriend was a murderer, yet strangely, I wasn’t scared. Maybe I was still in shock. I’d watched many gory movies and true crime shows. They’d put me on edge and freaked me out, but I couldn’t get enough of them.
“Yes. They deserved it, Ella. They weren’t good men.”
“I believe you.” The longer I had him in my hand, memorizing the satiny texture and his girth, the more I became aroused. It was true. I had probably been momentarily in shock after witnessing such violence, maybe experiencing short-term amnesia, but… “I’m okay now. Let’s do what we came here to do.”
“What? Are you serious?” He blinked in confusion.
“I want you.” I rubbed the pad of my thumb against the length of his dick. “I was freaked out by what I saw, but I’m fine now.” I had no idea how I’d recovered so fast, but there I was, thinking about sex instead of the men my boyfriend had killed. It was messed up, or I was messed up, but that biker should’ve never touched me. I had no idea what the others had done to meet their maker, but I didn’t care. Jesus, what kind of a person was I if I could move past a triple homicide so quickly?
“I don’t know. What if you wake up in a different mindset and claim I took advantage of you?”
