Chapter 10 #2
“We’re home,” Tav says, his usual jovial nature subdued.
Peering out the window for a moment he looks over his shoulder at me.
“Doesn’t even look like anything happened here.
Whoever we used to clean up, we should keep them on.
” He whistles low before he gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him and jogging around the front to open the door for his woman.
Blanche doesn't say a word, just looks over her shoulder at us before giving us a small smile and taking Tav’s outstretched hand.
I let out a breath and then open my door, sliding out, my hand still clasped with Joy’s as she slides out behind me.
We walk hand in hand into the clubhouse and I move to take us to the basement where Mama Debs and the kids still are, but she stops me in my tracks.
Tugging me she instead heads toward the stairs, taking them slowly, one by one, me trailing behind her.
She opens the door to the room that she stayed in last time, the one across the hall from mine, and she leads me to the bed.
She doesn’t say a word as she pushes gently at my chest until my knees hit the bed and I land on my ass.
Her lush, pink lips curl up slightly and she sinks to her knees,hands resting gently on my thighs.
“Joy-”
“Shh,” she hushes me with a whisper.
Her small, perfect hands run down my shins to my boots where she unlaces them, removing them one at a time.
Next, she peels off my socks, tucking them into my boots which sit neatly, side by side behind her.
She rises to her feet and then leaves the room and I wonder if something is wrong, but then I hear water, beating against the tiled shower wall.
Joy, my Joy is taking care of me. Getting to my feet I peel off my tshirt, shuck off my jeans and underwear and make my way to the bathroom.
She looks up at me with a smile on her face and holds the shower curtain open for me.
I press a kiss to her crown as I brush past her in the small space, ignoring the pulsing of my dick at being this close to her, this vulnerable.
Climbing into the shower the hot water beats down on my body, the adrenaline of earlier leaching out, washing down the drain with the water, taking away the blood, sweat, fear.
I jump when a small hand touches my shoulder, slick with soap, the muscles tensing and then turning to goo as Joy runs her slick palms down my back, over my backside, down my legs.
“Joy,” I choke out, breath caught in my throat at how good she feels.
“Let me take care of you,” she says softly, but I hear the underlying steel in her voice. She needs this as much as I do.
“OK,” I whisper because that’s all I can get out past my lips. No booming voice, no authoritative barks or growls. This woman steals the noise and bluster and replaces it with calm. Awe. Love.
She washes me gently, reverently, moving to my front, her hands running over the coarse hair on my chest, my belly.
She hesitates at my hard cock and I swallow, wanting to push an apology past my lips but my little mouse surprises me.
Her hands run over my cock, drawing a hiss from me before they slide back up until they rest on my shoulders.
She looks up at me, water hanging off her long, auburn lashes, her pulse making the thin skin of her pale throat flutter.
My hands move to cup her face and her eyes close at the contact, her head dipping forward until her forehead rests on my pec and her lips press a butterfly kiss to my chest, right over my heart.
I can’t take anymore, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into me tightly, curling around her as the dam breaks and tears roll down my cheeks. I could have lost my Prez tonight, my brother, my family. Joy soaks in all in, the pain, the fear, the relief, holding me until I feel clean.
“Joy, I know, shit, um, look. I know that you just got out of a shitty relationship and you’re growing and gaining your independence and you’re kicking Niko in the balls and doing all sorts of badass shit and the timing is terrible because you have a pedophile fucker trying to get to your daughter, but fuck.
I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you, all I want is a little of your time.
Just your time.” I take a deep breath as my voice breaks slightly.
“I, shit, I- I like you. So much.” Well, there goes me playing it cool.
Just being friends and waiting for her to be ready for me. Fuuuuck.
She tips her head back, blinking slowly, eyes fucking huge in her face. Once. Twice. Three times she blinks before a shy smile curls her lips up at the edges. “I like you too. So much.”
She steps out of the shower and yeah, I notice her body.
She’s small, my woman, her curves slight, but she’s breathtakingly beautiful.
Not because she has a beautiful face and body, which she does, but because she has a beautiful heart.
There is no reason for her to trust a big, heaving ginger giant like myself after what she went through, but she does.
She does and that makes me feel ten fucking feet tall.
She peeks up at me before wrapping me in a towel, thinking of me before she does the same.
Wrapping her small body up in the fluffy white towels Mama Debs likes to keep stocked in the rooms. A small smile plays at her lips as she dries herself and tries to not let her eyes flick to me and my movements, but I catch her every time.
I like this peekaboo game, and as much as I want it to continue, I’m fucking exhausted and I know that Joy will want to get to Kit.
To hold her in her arms safe and sound after what happened here today.
“Get dressed babe, then we’ll go get our girl.”
Her auburn brows fly up her face, before she softens, leans toward me and presses another butterfly kiss to my bicep, resting her cheek against me for a split second.
“OK.”