Koa
14.
Veggie pizza is smash. I would’ve never tried it, but Lacey forced me to. And what can I say, I would eat shit if she wanted me to. When I look at her, I have this strong feeling that I want to keep her safe, that I want to be with her. I want to make all her days better and want to fucking take her pain away.
I’m still so fucking angry I wasn’t there, that I only found her after Adrian already had his dirty hands on her. My lungs constrict with a numbing feeling that I can’t do a single fucking thing. I can’t get him arrested right now and I can’t kill him. I have to wait and trust god’s fucking timing. But today, Ledger and I swore that we will not let what happened to Kamari happen to Lacey, although it kind of already did and that makes me sick to my stomach.
“Koa please, I promise I’m full, please eat the rest of my pizza,” Lacey says, holding her stomach.
I look to see if she’s honestly full or not. I almost always know what she’s really feeling because she wears her emotions all over her beautiful face. It took a few lunch breaks to get her to eat in front of me. I had to talk her out of her dark thoughts that Adrian planted in her brain multiple times. That fucking bastard told her she was fat and needed to stop eating. When I heard her tell us that and then today when I read on the police report about the multiple times he said something about her weight, I imagined him not being able to eat for the rest of his fucking miserable life.
And I’m sure this fucker knows that Lacey is not fat. Her body is so fucking sinful and hot, there’s not a gram on her that doesn’t belong. She’s small and thin but has curves on exactly the right parts of her body. That fucker knows this, he only said those things to her to make her small, to break a little piece of her.
But don’t worry, I will be here repairing everything, making Lacey look in a fucking mirror and admire every single sexy inch of herself.
“Eat another piece,” I order.
Briana’s eyes go wide. Lacey’s eyes glass over with lust at my comment. She likes to be ordered around, and I like to have her this submissive. It’s like a little foreplay we’re both playing, and I can’t wait to have her in my bed under me, enjoying every single one of these submissive traits.
“Give me! Give me!” the pink bird sitting in a kitchen cabinet peeps away.
“Monkey, you’re not getting any more pizza,” Briana scolds him.
I chuckle. Getting introduced to a bird was not something I thought would happen when I came to stay with these two ladies.
“That’s your fault, Lacey, because you gave him something the last time we ordered food.”
“It was just a piece of paprika. Chill,” Lacey says.
She gives me one of the pieces of pizza from her plate and keeps the other for herself. I devour my piece in two-point-five seconds as she nibbles two bites of hers and then offers it to me with a shy smile.
“I’m really full, please eat it,” she pleads.
I grin, taking it out of her hand and stuffing it in my mouth.
“So Mr. Sausage and Pepperoni, what are your thoughts on the veggie pizza?” Briana asks laughing.
Before we started eating, I told them I could never order a veggie pizza, that they are missing out on the meat, but now I know I will order half a veggie the next time I’m getting some.
“It’s OK,” I tell them, being very serious, not letting through that they were right, that I actually love it.
Briana looks into Lacey’s eyes and they both snicker. I’m glad I’m able to put a smile on their faces because they both came out of Briana’s room crying when the pizza arrived.
Through the thin walls, I heard Lacey tell Briana all the fucked-up things that happened today, reminding me again, why I can never let Lacey out of my eye sight. I heard Briana threaten Adrian’s balls and life multiple times and I’m really glad Lacey has a friend like her.
They both look really cozy together. Lacey told me that they’ve been friends forever, and I see it. Their relationship is trusting and understanding. They are family, like I am to Ledger and he is to me.
I saw how Ledger watched Lacey today and I have an underlying feeling that he is addicted to Lacey as much as I am, but I still don’t know if it messes with my head, or if I want them to come closer as well. We share everything, we always have, and we’ve shared a woman too. I just don’t fucking know if I want to share Lacey or if I want her all to myself. Even though the thought of him fucking her turns me on so fucking much I’m getting hard under the table.
“Thank you for everything, Koa,” Briana says, looking very sincere.
I feel a little bit of guilt creeping up my neck because if she knew what fucked-up things about her best friend were running through my mind, she would get me fucking arrested.
Lacey stands up and fetches all the pizza boxes and dirty glasses away in front of our eyes before we’re even really done drinking, and I have to hide my smile, knowing she can’t live with messes. It makes me want to mess her up really dirty in return. Briana watches me with a knowing smile on her face.
I’m still in my uniform when it gets dark out and Lacey is finished with washing all the dishes and cleaning every surface we touched with our food. I wanted to help her but she told me no with a stern look on her face. Briana just laughed, telling me to never mess with Lacey’s cleaning. She then made a theatrical exit into her bedroom, telling us she will be having an early night, taking multiple snacks and bottles of water, as well as the pink bird into her room. So now it’s just me and Lacey.
“Do you want to change out of your clothes?” she asks, looking down at my outfit, a sweet blush covering her cheeks.
“No, I actually like the look on your face when I wear my uniform,” I say, teasing her a little bit.
She blushes even more, trying to avoid looking at my face with a sweet smile creeping up on her beautiful lips.
“You’re right I like you in uniform,” Lacey says looking up into my eyes.
And again I have to clench my fists to avoid touching her. “As much as I like you looking, I think you’re right I should take a shower and change into something more comfortable, which I’m sure you will enjoy just as much.”
She giggles.
“But I’m sure you need a shower as well after this shitty day, so I will wait for you,” I say and her face falls a little.
“No, we can both shower at the same time.”
My dick springs to action. Images of Lacey all soaped up flood my mind. Fuck me...
“I… uh, would go use Briana’s shower and you could use mine.” She scrambles after looking into my face, she’s probably not the only one with an open mind.
“Sure,” is all I say and go get things out of my bag while she quickly grabs a few items out of her drawers and disappears in the direction of her friend’s room.
I shower quickly, brush my teeth, and meet a freshly showered Lacey in the living room. The clothes in my hand almost slip out of my fingers when I see the damn avocado shorts and matching top, both covering almost nothing and giving me vivid flashbacks.
Her hair hangs down around her shoulders in wet curls.
When she sees me coming up to her in just a black shirt and wide, gray boxer shorts her mouth falls open. The fucking attraction between us so damn strong I would love to fucking act on it, but I’m a gentleman, especially after today’s events.
She comes up to me, smelling amazing, as she tries to take my dirty laundry out of my hands, but I stop her.
“Let me wash these, I’ll have them dried and ironed by tomorrow morning.”
“You’re not my maid, Lacey.”
“I know… I just want to. I don’t know how else to thank you for doing this for me…”
I come closer to her, putting my head in her neck, whispering dangerously so she understands.
“I will never need a thank you from you, OK? I do shit because I want to do it, not to be a fucking hero in shining armor. I want to be here, I want you to be safe, and I don’t want you to pay me for being here for you, do you understand?”
When I pull my head away she looks shell shocked.
“OK. But can I still please wash your stuff? You know it would drive me insane to not do it,” she squeaks looking down at her fingernails.
Since I know how her mind works I hand her over my stuff and she quickly disappears into a tiny room next to the kitchen to wash my clothes. She’s just a crazy woman about this. I go make myself comfortable on the couch and she comes back a few minutes later.
“Should we watch a movie together?” I suggest, trying to make her feel at ease after being through hell today and then having to deal with me who’s riling her up every two seconds.
I kind of feel guilty for flirting with her but I just can’t help myself most of the time. I really try to be a gentleman now, as she sits her sweet butt next to me.
“Sure.”
I put on something random and lean back to relax. I’ve worked so many shifts the past couple of months I’m exhausted. Usually I would’ve had the day off, but since I’m so obsessed with a five-foot-three female who’s working at our station, I made myself go in. And I’m glad I did, I’m glad I was there for her today.
“Are you OK, Lace?”
She sits relaxed on the sofa, her feet tucked under her ass, and watches the random film I put on, I don’t even know the title of it. She bites her fingernail and avoids looking at me.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?” I press.
Her head whips in my direction.
“I really am, and I feel kind of guilty for it, kind of stupid, but I’m fine. Because you’re here, because you and Ledger found me, because nothing he did will be a part of me, and because I know I’m safe with you.”
I feel like someone punched me in my stomach with her words.
“Come here.” I invite in her with my open arms, and she climbs onto me immediately.
I put my head back into her neck, feeling so at home like this. Her wet hair is cold against my arms, but I still wrap them around her and embrace her in a hug. Usually I would be all over her in this position, but there’s nothing sexual about our hold on each other right now.
“You’re not stupid, do you hear me?” I tell her, and I feel her head nod.
“Thank you for being here,” she says, kissing my cheek.
She climbs off of my lap but lays her head flat on my chest as she continues to watch the movie. I feel lightheaded as I lay my arm around her and we cuddle on the sofa like a couple, feeling completely different from what I’ve felt with other women in this position.
Lacey falls asleep after just thirty minutes into the movie. I know because her breathing slowed and she cuddled into me a little deeper. Her day was so long that I just turn off the TV and scoop her up into my arms. She weighs almost nothing, and I have no problem carrying her over to her bed. I know she tried to argue with me earlier but the couch is mighty fine and she deserves a full night of sleep in her own bed.
I flick off every light in the apartment on my way to her bed with her, so it’s completely dark when I lay her down between her five thousand pillows. I try to stand up to go back outside but her little hand grabs my bicep before I’m even off of her bed.
“Stay,” she whispers.
I still try to stand up because I think she must’ve just said that in her sleep. But when I lean on my arms to move, she holds me with both of her hands, one of her eyes opening up.
“Please, I need you.”
And I’m only so strong, so I climb in bed with her, pulling the covers over us, and snuggling up behind Lacey, spooning her from behind. She falls back asleep immediately, but I have a hard time thinking about how I’m going to keep her safe.