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And, fuck, did he want her. More than he had wanted any woman in his life. He didn’t understand it, but every bone in his body said this woman was his. His for what, he didn’t know. Maybe he was meant to protect her, take care of her until the stalker was caught. Maybe more.Until then, he could be patient. He could keep her safe, even from herself.
When he pulled to a stop at his house, she stirred a little, sighing and murmuring into his neck as he carried her inside. His mom met him at the door, worry on her face. “Is that Bailey? She having a rough time dealing with everything?”
“She went a little hard on the liquor. Got her out of there before she got too crazy.”
“Good for you, baby. Bring her on in. I’ll get some clothes to change her into.”
His mom hurried off, and he headed straight for his room. She could sleep it off in his bed, and he’d sleep on the floor. He was staring down at her clothing, moving her legs gingerly, trying tofigure out how to get all that lace off her, when his mom came in with a shirt and shorts.
“I have no clue how to get this off. It can’t be comfortable.”
His mom chuckled. “You’d be surprised what women get used to all in the name of beauty.”
But she leaned Bailey away from them and found a tiny zipper in the lace starting at the curve of her ass.
“I’ll let you do it and give her privacy.”
“Oh, you’ve seen a woman’s bottom before. Don’t pretend. I need your help. She may be skinny as a stick, but she’s tall with solid muscle. Here, lift her leg for me while I pull.”
His mom pulled her arm out of the lace sleeve on the one side, and then peeled downwards, and when she laid her on her back and saw the ripped lace over her stomach, she frowned up at him.
“How did this get ripped?”
“She wanted body shots from her belly button, and Isaiah was more than willing to help make that dream come true.”
“That boy’s mama would kill him.”
He stayed silent, knowing neither of their mamas knew one percent of the shit Isaiah did. When they had worked the top half of the body suit off, she pulled the big t-shirt over Bailey’s head, and they worked her arms in, pulling it down to her thighs.
He shifted uncomfortably with his mom in the room. She worked quickly and brusquely, but the sight of her naked breasts went straight to his cock, especially when the tiny slip of panties was all that was left as his mom tugged down the single leg of lace. By the time they finished, she was tucked in and hadn’t stirred for even a second. He’d grabbed the wastebasket from the bathroom, tucking it in beside the bed, then brought an extra blanket and pillow from the closet and dropped to the floor.
“Don’t let her choke on her vomit. If she wakes up enough, give her some seltzer and aspirin. Love you, baby.”
He laid on the floor for a long time, listening to her breathe, his mind running through every detail about her he’d been told. The stalker, her being the PackNewsOne creator, her reputation, and all the things Isaiah and Zhair had said about her social media posts.His mind skipped over her little performance in the ballroom, then went back to their moments in the gazebo when she was just his.
She was beautiful, that was sure. But she was also a wild thing with the mouth of a sailor. Breathtaking when she smiled, and fuck…the things he would do to her.
Shit. He was already hard as nails, and he needed to stop, or he’d be in pain all night. He forced his mind to blank, to think of anything but her. Hell, if his mom walked in to check on her, that’d do it. She’d be horrified he was thinking about fucking a guest.He couldn’t have been asleep for more than a couple hours whenher sudden whimpers and sharp cries woke him, and he leaped up, looking around the room for any danger.
A small sob escaped her body, and she woke afraid and gasping. Sitting up and pushing her back to the wall, he could barely make out her eyes wide with fear. Moving quickly, he put a knee in the mattress, holding his hands out to calm her. “Hey. You’re okay. I’m here.”
She sighed with relief when her nightmare faded away. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, she sank into his arms and laid back down, her back against his chest.
“Don’t go. Please.”
He didn’t answer, only pulling her closer and settling in behind her. He thought she had fallen back asleep until she murmured, barely audible. “It’s officially tomorrow, right? That’s what you said. And I don’t like letting a hard dick go to waste. Give me five minutes more sleep. Five minutes, and I’ll suck the paint off your dick.”
He smiled at her drunken ramblings, unable to help himself, but she didn’t move, and soon her snores took over. With her in his arms, he fell asleep easily this time, wondering what wild shit she would say in the light of day.
Chapter 9
Saturday, November 13th
12:43 p.m.
The sound of the door closing and voices from the other room woke her from the best sleep of her life. Eyes still closed, she stretched, reaching over for her curtain remote, trying to get the sun out of her eyes. It had to be at least noon for it to be that bright.
When her hand hit the wall instead, her eyes flew open, and she sat up. Where the fuck was she? Flipping the covers off her body, she hopped out of the bed as fast as she could. Her lace bodysuit was draped over a desk chair, and her clutch and keys were on the nightstand. Clearly a boy’s room. She tried to think back to what she could remember. Damnit. She was pretty sure she told Isaiah to take her home. Or maybe she dreamed that.
