Chapter 2 #2
When the door clicked behind Razor, Vex brushed Angel’s hair from her face. “How about a shampoo and shower?”
“That sounds unbelievably amazing.” Angel pushed herself off the table and almost toppled to the floor. As Vex stabilized her, she glanced up at him to ask, “How am I going to do this?”
“Come on, Little girl. I’ve got you.” He picked her up and carried her through his bedroom to the large, spacious bathroom.
Her delicate body felt like skin and bones against him.
When she relaxed against him, Vex savored her trust. She’d have to let him assist her.
Angel simply wasn’t stable enough on her own.
Setting her bottom gently on the vanity, he waited until she was steady before gripping the granite top on each side of her. “I’m going to help you, Angel. I want you to know that keeping you safe is my priority.”
Her cheeks blushed an adorable rosy hue as she studied the front of his T-shirt. “I’m sorry you have to see me.”
“I’m not.”
She glanced up in surprise. “You’re not sorry you have to see me?”
“You want me to be honest with you, right?”
“Yes—please.”
Her hesitation before tacking on politeness made the corners of his mouth twitch upward. She had grown up in a more genteel family than his. “Something inside me tells me to pay attention to you. That you’re important. I think you’re my Little girl. Do you know what that is?”
“Little girl. Like the stories?”
“I’m not surprised that books with Littles and Daddies exist. Have you read a lot?” he asked.
She nodded and turned redder.
“I’m glad. Maybe we can enjoy one together later. I’m going to get you cleaned up like a Daddy would help his Little girl who’s hurt. Okay?”
“Thank you.”
Vex shucked off his boots and socks before reaching over his head to tug off his T-shirt. Her sharp inhale made him grin. “I’m glad you like what you see, Little girl. Come on. Let’s get these clothes off you. I vote we burn them.”
She nodded and smiled slightly for the first time.
Vex removed her socks and shoes before pulling her grimy shirt away. The ragged bottom made him guess she’d tried to tear it. He left her bra on for the moment and unfastened her jeans. The stiff and stained material pissed him off.
Angel shrank from him.
“Sorry, baby. My face always gives me away in a bar fight too, before I explode and kick someone’s ass. I’m not angry with you. I wish I’d taken out more Ravagers today.”
Her hand smoothed over the wrinkles in his forehead, drawing her attention back to him. Her cold fingers trembled slightly as she soothed him. Marveling at her sweetness, Vex turned his head to press a kiss against her fingers.
“Thanks for the reminder, sweet girl. We’re going to focus on now, right?”
She nodded, and her faint smile returned.
Vex stood her up and pushed down the soiled jeans.
She wasn’t wearing panties. He understood immediately she’d used them as a pad and guessed she’d attempted to rip her shirt for the same purpose.
Controlling the burst of anger that flared inside him was hard.
His red hair was a good warning sign of the natural combustibility that had gotten him into a lot of trouble during his youth.
Lifting her out of the heavy material, he carried her to the large walk-in shower.
He’d leave his pants on to avoid scaring her.
After setting her on her feet and wrapping an arm around Angel’s waist to support her, Vex turned on the water to warm.
“I bet this will feel good to get off,” he commented as he unfastened her bra and tossed it.
Her faint sigh of relief barely reached his ears over the rushing liquid.
“Let’s walk into the water, Angel. Is that too hot?”
She wobbled forward with his assistance and lifted her face into the spray. When she leaned out of the flow to breathe, her smile lit up the room.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet clean will be even better.
” After helping her turn to get her skin wet, Vex supported her with one arm as he reached for his usual bodywash.
He smoothed the liquid soap over her shoulders, rubbing her skin gently.
She arched her spine like a cat loving pets and leaned into his touch.
When he leaned over to wash the back of her legs and butt, she jolted forward into the spray. Vex tightened his arm around her to hold her in a safe place. “Whoa, Angel. You’re okay.” He cleaned her quickly but completely, gritting his teeth at the condition she was in.
Her frame was reed thin. How ever many days she’d spent in that room had transformed what he guessed had been her fashionable trim shape to gauntness. Turning her to face him, Vex then cleaned her feet and legs first.
Angel sagged more against him. Her energy definitely dropped with each passing minute. Vex washed her arms and torso, pretending he didn’t notice her small, upturned nipples and that her blonde hair was natural.
He needed to wash her hair, but she was almost deadweight against his supporting arm. He guessed she was out of gas. After grabbing his shampoo from the rack, Vex scooped her up and sat down cross-legged on the tiled floor. He helped her lean forward into the spray to wet her hair.
Sitting up, he rounded his torso to hold her as he had while on the bike.
He poured a good amount of shampoo on her hair and smoothed the lather through her tresses.
Rubbing his fingers over her scalp, Vex focused on removing the grime with the suds.
Her sweet moans of pleasure at his treatment went straight to his crotch despite his best efforts to control his burgeoning erection.
Finally, he helped her rinse away the grime. Her hair was not only blonde but a beautiful sun-kissed, almost white shade. His baby liked to be outside.
He smiled at that thought as he lifted them both to their feet and turned off the water. Grabbing a towel from the hooks at the far end of the stall, he wrapped Angel in the thick cloth. Before snagging the other for himself, he considered the pool of water beneath him.
His soaked jeans had to weigh eight pounds. He’d slog water everywhere if he walked into the bathroom with those on. Quickly, Vex stripped off his pants, hoping she wouldn’t notice his stiff cock tenting his boxer briefs as he covered himself with a towel around his waist.
Angel nestled on his chest with her eyes closed. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom. She needed to eat but was already ninety percent asleep. Rest would have to come first.
He pulled a clean T-shirt from a drawer and threw back the covers on his bed. He’d changed the sheets two days ago. They’d have to do. A slight snore came from her lips as he laid her on the bed. Vex decided not to wake her by putting on the shirt but simply spread the covers over her slight form.
Standing by the bed, he watched her sleep. Her face contorted, reflecting whatever she was dreaming. When she cringed from an imaginary threat, he whispered, “Rest, Little girl. I’m here to make sure you’re safe.”
Her hand sneaked out from under the covers and curled around his lower thigh. Contact with him seemed to calm her. Vex waited until she dozed easily and then eased away. The moment her fingers slipped from his skin, her reaction to nightmares reignited.
Vex juggled maintaining a touch with her skin as he got ready to join her.
After roughly rubbing the water from his skin and taking off his wet underwear, he wrestled with the decision between leaving her to grab clothes or being naked.
Unwilling to upset her by losing contact, Vex climbed in beside her.
She curled against him with a contented sigh.
Vex wrapped his arms around her and held her as she tumbled into a restorative sleep.