13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
Beckett
I knew she had trauma, so the panic attack was no shock to me.
Having been there for Aunt Fiona through the years, I was fully prepared with what to do. Unlike with my aunt, though, I was not prepared for the immensely fierce protectiveness that washed over me. Or the anger.
I don't consider myself a generally angry person, but I was livid with this fucker and the obvious hell he put her through. The shaking. The clear fear in her eyes as the tears fell quicker than she could handle. The doubt and worry. But the worst of it was the scars.
Nothing could make her appear any less than stunning, but being raised by a mother with serious mental instability, I knew what the evidence of self-harm looked like. And that's not what those scars were.
I wonder how many people assumed she hurt herself all this time? Actually... I wonder if she ever admitted the gravity of her previous situation to anyone.
After a few deep breaths and a quick hug, she downs the small bottle of water, and we leave the bookstore hand-in-hand. Granted, this wasn't exactly what I had planned for the night, and I will absolutely be showing her off on dates as much as she will let me, but damn, does a night with her in my arms on the couch sound amazing. As much as I enjoy being among people and observing them, I truly love the comforts of home.
We swing into Sammy's first, and I snag our order from the bar. I make sure to have him toss in some of the bread I know she enjoys and a large piece of chocolate fudge pie. With the bag in hand, we make our way to Marina's house to pick up my car.
"I will get the bag secure if you want to grab a pair of pajamas or change into something more comfortable?"
When she starts to nibble her lip a little, I grab her chin gently and lift her gaze to meet mine. "Lola, I won't ever expect anything from you. I will take whatever you are willing to give me. But you don't work tomorrow. I don't work tomorrow. And I really want to take care of you tonight. All I want is to get fat on some amazing soup, toss the stupid throw pillows off the couch, and cuddle while we watch a cheesy movie. I'll even let you pick it."
She smiles but looks back at the house hesitantly. "I don't know if I want to go inside, though. Marina will know I've been crying and attack me with questions."
I try to ignore the hard thump in my chest when I realize that she has no hesitations at all about leaning on me. The quiet alpha male hiding deep down inside gets excited at the direction of my thoughts.
"You can wear my clothes. If you want, of course." She spares a quick glance at the house, then quickly nods before hustling to get in the car while I get our dinner secured in the back.
The trip to my house is uneventful and we sit in silence while she answers texts from Fiona and Marina. It gives me the time to run through my mental checklist, yet again, to make sure I cleaned my apartment well and know where the clothes are that I plan to loan Lola. I'm even ninety percent sure that I have an extra toothbrush. All that, paired with that super fluffy oversized blanket Aunt Fiona got for my birthday and my nice deep cuddle-worthy couch and this is shaping up to be a pretty nice date night.
Once the car is parked, she plops her phone in her purse and turns to me. "Alright, Marina knows I am spending the night here, so I don't need to worry about even looking at my phone again until tomorrow. I'm all yours."
A blush creeps up my neck a little as I smile at her, bring her hand to my lips, and place a soft kiss on its back. "I can't think of anything that sounds better."
We get out of the car and head up to my apartment. After letting her in, I place the bag of food on the counter and head straight for my closet. In seconds, I have what I was looking for, and on my way past the closet, I even manage to find the extra toothbrush. It always kills me how packs of two are cheaper than buying a single toothbrush. Although, that seems to be in my favor tonight.
I know exactly where to find her. When I walk back out into the wide open space that serves as my kitchen, office, dining room, and living room, Lola is on her tiptoes, perusing the bookshelf. I'm not sure where she lost her shoes, and I've never been a foot guy, but I am dying to give her a massage.
Since I am hungry and awkward conversations usually go over better with food, I try to steer her away from all things Becky for the moment. I clear my throat, and her head snaps in my direction. "I have some clothes for you, and I managed to find a spare toothbrush." She smiles and takes the items from my hands, giving me a peck on the cheek before walking to the bathroom.
It's amazing how much time we spend together in silence, speaking without words and still thoroughly enjoying one another's company. I mean, I'm enjoying time with Lola, at least. I can only hope she is enjoying time with me as well.
I'm not sure how long I got myself lost in this inner turmoil of self-doubt, but Lola's soft voice pulls me out of it when she opens the door and calls out. "Could I get your help for a minute?"
I walk over to the bathroom and nearly have the wind knocked out of me. If I had any doubts at all, they were all just squashed to a pulp. One look at Lola’s glorious naked body and my dick is rock hard. I'm trying hard not to drool, but I couldn't stop it if I was. I must have been frozen in place for too long because Lola cocks one of her luscious hips to the side and places her hand on it.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare or..."
My body moves of its own volition. I don't think. I act. I cut off her words with a searing kiss as my hands explore her naked flesh. I pull away just long enough to tear my shirt off and throw it. Something crashes, but neither of us cares.
My lips are on hers. Devouring her. Lola pulls back and begins running her mouth across my face and down my neck. Tasting me with passion my hands seem to mimic as they memorize every inch of her skin. I lift her ass, and she straddles me while pressing her exposed breasts against my chest. I moan at the contact. But it's not enough. I need her. All of her.
I walk with her in my arms to the bedroom, but when she hits a particularly sensitive spot on my earlobe and uses her teeth for a soft nibble, my steps stutter, and we crash into the decorative table in the hallway. I lift her higher and pop her nipple into my mouth. Sucking her sweet skin while she moans and bucks against me. I can feel the slick of her pussy as it rubs against my abdomen.
She rips my head away from her breast by my hair, and with every ounce of the glorious fucking queen she is, she commands me to take her to my bed.