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With a nod of my head, I pull the door closed behind me as I wait for everyone to start pulling out. The second I see Rage’s truck pull up in line, I pull up close to his back bumper. We make our way out of the hospital parking lot and head straight for the highway. I keep my eyes on Kasey as her entire body tenses up. We’re not too far from where she was run off the road and I can’t imagine the thoughts going through her mind right now. Reaching over, I rest my hand on her leg. Kasey, my sweet girl, lays her hand on mine and threads our fingers together. She squeezes my hand tight and I can feel how hard she’s shaking.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. If I had a different way to get back to Cedar Bay, I’d take it,” I tell her honestly as she keeps her eyes looking out of her window and avoiding looking out the windshield or over at me.
“I know. It’s just still so fresh in my mind and I was so scared. Lyric wouldn’t wake up or answer me. I thought she . . .,” Kasey begins to say before cutting off. I don’t need her to finish the sentence to know where her mind went.
“She’s okay, sweet girl. Lyric is goin’ home just like you. The guys will watch over her and make sure nothin’ happens to your friend. Venom said Kevlar is takin’ the first shift and you know he won’t let anythin’ happen to Lyric or her sister. His dad would kick his ass if he didn’t take his position of guardin’ them seriously,” I tell her, wanting to do as much as I can to comfort Kasey and take this shit from her.
“That’s good. Lyric will like having someone to look at,” Kasey responds, laughter filling her voice.
I can’t help but start laughing at her words. I’m not sure she heard what Venom said about him pretty much staying close to her since he laid eyes on her so I fill Kasey in. She turns to look at me and I can see the wheels already turning in her head. My sweet girl is gonna play matchmaker and set her friend up with Kevlar. Though, Venom didn’t say if he was paying attention to Lyric or her sister. That’s the only question that’s making Kasey hesitate. I know her more than good enough to realize what’s running through her mind this second. Shaking my head, I know I’m going to sit back and watch what happens with Kasey’s meddling.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kasey
ONE FUCKING WEEK. That’s how long I’ve been at the house with Anthony again. He’s kept me in bed and carried me all over the house. Even if I just need to go to the bathroom. I haven’t been allowed to take a shower either. Anthony has been running baths for me but it’s not the same. Since I’m pregnant, I can’t have the water as hot as I normally would. So, it doesn’t feel as good to soak in the large tub we have in our bathroom. The water is barely above lukewarm and it sucks. No matter how much bubble bath or anything Anthony puts in the water, it doesn’t make a difference. I hardly spend time in the tub as I quickly wash my body and have him help me get back out.
The bruises are finally starting to fade. They’re turning a deep, dark purple before fading into a light green color. My body looks horrendous as I wait for them to finish healing. I hate Anthony seeing me like this, but he insists on helping me into the tub and getting out. I honestly don’t blame him for being worried. Doc did warn us I could get dizzy and my blood pressure is still slightly elevated. So, he wants to make sure I have him by my side at all times. While I appreciate the gesture, it’s annoying as fuck. No matter what I say, he won’t stop either. So, I’ve given up trying. Anthony is going to do this as some kind of way to prove he wasn’t lying when he said he’d be there for the boys and me.
When Anthony brought me in the house, the entire place was as I had left it. There wasn’t a thing out of place and the entire place was clean. There was a ton of food overfilling the cupboards, pantry, refrigerator, and freezer. In the living room, a beautiful arrangement of flowers sat on the table as soon as you enter the door. Anthony took me right to the bedroom and there were more flowers in the bedroom. Four more bouquets in fact. Every single vase contained my favorite flowers and made the house smell so good. There was a box of chocolates, new books, muffins, and the first night home we had ice cream after putting the boys to bed. He made sure to not only get what we needed, but what he thought I’d want in the house as well. Over the last week, it’s only been more of the same on a daily basis.
We still haven’t had our talk either. But, I’m about to make sure that changes. The boys are napping as I’m ready to get out of the tub.
“Anthony,” I call out, knowing he’s waiting just outside the door for me.
“I’m here. Ready to get out?” he asks, grabbing the towel off the bathroom counter and slinging it over his shoulder.
He helps me stand in the water after pulling the plug. Once I’m steady on my feet, he helps me get out and stand on the mat. Anthony grabs the towel and starts drying my body off. He starts at my feet and makes his way up my legs. Skipping over my lady bits, he moves up to my stomach where he leans forward and presses a soft kiss against it. I look down at him and want to do nothing more than run my fingers through his hair. It takes everything in me to refrain from doing what I want. Anthony’s hair has gotten longer over the last few months. It’s longer than it’s been in a very long time. I guess he wasn’t too worried about making sure he got it cut with everything else going on.
In minutes, Anthony has me dried off and one of his tee-shirts ready for me to put on again. I’ve been living in his shirts since he brought me here from the hospital. The only time I have any kind of pants on is when I go out to the living room and there’s someone else in the house. My parents, his parents, and most everyone from the club has been here for one reason or another. They make sure we have meals, play with the boys, and clean the house while they’re here.
He grabs my brush and tries to tame the wild mane my hair’s become since an entire section can’t be brushed because of the stitches and bandage. I dread seeing that part of my head because Doc did let me know they had to cut out some of my hair and shave a small portion in order to put the stitches in. My hair has always been my favorite thing before my eyes. I’m going to hate seeing what’s been done to it now once I can remove the bandage and the stitches come out.
“Where do you wanna go today?” he asks me, lifting me in his arms and leaving the bathroom.
“I’d like to stay in the bedroom for now. We need to talk, Anthony. It’s long overdue and the boys are still sleeping. There’s no better time than right now,” I tell him as he carefully sets me on the bed and makes sure I’m completely covered by our blankets before pulling a chair he’s bought over to sit in. “What happened, Anthony? I need to know why this all started.”
“I guess I started to feel bored. With our relationship, life, and everythin’. It felt like every single day we did the same thing and my life was stuck in a rut. I went to work, came home to a hot meal on the table, we played with the boys or watched a movie with them, bath time for the boys, and then puttin’ them to bed. Once a week or so I’d have church with the guys, and that’s all we did. I didn’t even stay to have a few drinks with them after church,” he says, looking at me with pain filled eyes.
“I never told you to come back home once you were done with church, Anthony. If you wanted to stay and drink with the guys, I wouldn’t have said a single word about it,” I tell him honestly. “And it’s not like my life has been any better. I get up, feed the boys, put them down for a nap, clean, make lunch, play with the boys, make dinner, and then wait for you to come home. Every single day I do the same thing. The only time it changes is if one of the boys are sick or when Quinn needed help watching the rest of the kids in the club because she was at the hospital. Never, in all that time, did I want to leave you or blame you for how boring my life feels. You’re not the only one to feel that way. Somewhere along the way, you stopped wanting to confide in me. To tell me what’s going on in your life and how you're feeling.”
“I know. And there’s really no reason for that. I don’t even know why I stopped talkin’ to you, sweet girl. I guess it started because I didn’t know how to tell you I want more in the bedroom. Even our sex life feels as if it’s all the same every time we have sex. Like we’re on some kind of schedule or somethin’. I can’t describe what I mean,” he informs me, his voice low as he looks away from me.
“If you want to try different things when it comes to sex, all you have to do is say something, Anthony. I don’t have a problem trying anything when it comes to sex. I might not have the experience you do, but I’m certainly not a prude either,” I say, thinking of some of the things I’ve read in my favorite books.
My cheeks heat and I know I’m blushing. Anthony smirks at me but doesn’t say anything. There’s been a time or two he’s read some of the chapters in a book I’m currently reading. More than once he’s caught me stopped in the middle of a sexy scene. Until recently, I never thought about acting those scenes out, but if it’s something that will help us, maybe we can talk about doing that. It would certainly be different than what we’ve been doing. Anthony isn’t exactly wrong when he said sex between the two of us is the same almost every single time. It is.
“What’s makin’ your face turn such a lovely shade of red, sweet girl?” Anthony asks as he leans closer to me.
He’s so close I can feel his body heat and it warms me even more.
“I was just thinking about the times you’ve read my books and caught a particular scene I was in the middle of,” I answer him honestly.
“I remember those scenes. They were quite detailed and I’m sure they’ve only gotten worse over the last few months. I noticed you were readin’ different types of books,” he says, making my cheeks heat up even more.
I’ve been reading books where the main female character ends up with more than one male character. I can’t get enough of them and there’s so many different kinds out there. I devour them as quick as I can get my hands on them.
“I mean, that’s not anything I’d want, bringing another man into our bed. I just like the stories. And, the sex scenes can be interesting. I mean, is that something you’d be interested in? Acting out something we see in a book?” I ask, not sure if I’m making a fool of myself right now or not.
