Six #2
I stop at a bathroom to get cleaned up a bit.
Looking at my reflection, I can see blood splattered over my white dress shirt, up my arms and even on my face.
I strip the shirt off and scrub my arms and face the best I can in a fucking sink with hand soap.
Deciding it’s an improvement, I make my way up to my office.
I find Ella curled up on the couch, asleep.
She looks better, her face cleaned and not covered in blood; some butterfly stitches have been placed along the cut on her forehead.
Alyssa is sitting on the chair opposite Ella, looking down at her phone.
She looks up and turns her head towards me, gasping a little when she sees me.
She looks back to Ella before standing and walking over to me.
She doesn’t say anything as she grabs my hand and leads me into the bathroom.
Alyssa slightly closes the door but leaves it ajar enough so she can still see into the office.
She’s quiet as she turns the water on in the shower, testing its warmth.
Once she seems satisfied, she turns to me.
“I’m not going to ask, and you don’t have to say anything.
What you do need to do is shower, get cleaned.
Ella does not need to see you like this. ”
I’m speechless. How have I stumbled across what is the absolute most perfect woman?
I must have done something right in my life, because Alyssa seems like a gift—one I will gladly accept without ever giving back.
I take too long staring at her in amazement because she reaches for my belt, undoing it before undoing my pants and letting them drop.
Just as I’m about to tell her I can do this myself, that I’m okay, she lowers herself to the ground to untie my shoes, slipping one off at a time.
Seeing her on her knees before me is a sight I want to burn into my memory—one I can recall over and over again.
Once my shoes, socks and pants are removed, she stands back up, looking at me.
She smiles, like she knows what I’m thinking.
And judging by the erection currently residing in my boxers, I’m sure she knows just what seeing her down there did to me.
“Do you need help with the rest?” she asks, pointing to my boxers.
“More than you know right now,” I say as I pull my boxers down myself and step into the shower.
I expect her to walk out and leave me to it.
She doesn’t; she hikes herself up onto the basin and sits there watching me shower.
Her sitting there, openly ogling me and not even trying to hide the fact that she’s watching…
let’s just say it’s not helping the hard situation I have going on.
As I’m washing my hair out, she says, “You know, I see naked bodies all the time. It’s part of the job, but I can’t say I’ve ever seen one as spectacularly built as yours.” I think I actually fucking blush a little at her compliment.
“You’ve never looked in the mirror then,” I reply, to which she scoffs. I will have to work on her self- esteem at a later time; right now, I’m tired. I need to get Ella home and I need to get into bed, preferably with Alyssa next to me.
Stepping out of the shower, Alyssa holds a towel out to me. “Thanks,” I get out gruffly as I make quick work of drying myself so I can wrap the towel around my waist.
“I would say you’re welcome, but really, the pleasure’s been all mine,” she says, blushing a little.
I step up closer to her, grabbing her knees so I can open her legs and step between them.
“Trust me, sunshine, I plan to give you the kind of pleasure you haven’t even dreamt about yet, over and over again.
But right now, I’m going to do something completely selfish, something that is going to give me an unbelievable amount of pleasure.
” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and twirl the end around my finger.
“What’s that?” She’s breathless. It’s good to know I have the same effect on her that she’s having on me.
“This.” I lean in and kiss her lips, softly at first, seeking, giving her plenty of time to pull back.
When she doesn’t pull back, that’s all the signal I need to go full steam ahead.
Grabbing the back of her head, I tilt it to just the right angle before using my tongue, seeking entrance into the haven that is her mouth.
Alyssa doesn’t disappoint; she opens for me and greedily matches me stroke for stroke.
I’m so lost in this kiss… I could kiss her forever and not get enough of this mouth.
Alyssa pulls back. I outright groan in disappointment. “As much as I would love to sit here and do this all night, I think you should get your sister home. She’s had a rough night.”
Shit, she’s right. I can’t believe I was so caught up in all that is Alyssa that I briefly forgot why we were even in my office in the first place. “You’re right. I need to take her home, but I’m also taking you home with me, with us. Let me get changed and we can head out.”
I reach into the small wardrobe, where I keep spare sets of clothes, and pull out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Turning, I see Alyssa hasn’t moved. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, lost in her own thoughts.
“Don’t overthink it, Alyssa. I’m taking you home to sleep.
Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.
But I really fucking want you in my bed tonight, please.
” Well shit, that’s a first for me. I’ve never taken a woman home to my actual apartment before, and I’ve never wanted to sleep next to any woman all fucking night, let alone practically begged one to sleep in my bed.
“I get the feeling that you don’t say please often,” she says, looking straight into my eyes. “Okay, I’ll come home with you, but just to sleep and only because I’m really freaking tired.” I feel like I just won the lottery.
“Thank you.”
Just before I’m about to walk out of the bathroom, I stop, turn back around to Alyssa and ask the one question that’s been nagging at me ever since Bray called me back to the club.
“How… Did…” Taking a breath, I try again. “How hurt is she?” I ask, pointing my thumb back in the direction of the office.
Alyssa grabs my hand and squeezes. “She wasn’t raped. He didn’t get the chance to get that far before some guy named Dean found her.”
“Thank fuck for that. Remind me to give Dean a fucking pay raise.” I lead her out to the office.
Crouching down in front of Ella, I reach out and stroke her hair. She doesn’t flinch at my touch and I take this as a good sign. “Ella, sweetheart, we’re going to take you home.”
She nods and lets me pick her up. With that, I walk out of my office with the two most important women in my life.