Chapter 34 #2
“Talk to me mama.” His face is in my direct view and I watch his vibrant eyes ping pong around my face, all the while his hands roam over my body.
His touch alone sparks a fire across my skin and I struggle to speak, the feel of him touching me is at the forefront of my mind.
“My.. My husband. Ricky. He put me on a strict diet after I met him and we started to get serious.” Dean’s hands trail further up to my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh.
“He said I was too big, that my hips and thighs were too wide. I had rolls that he didn’t really appreciate.
” My eyes drop from his face in shame, and his hands slide from my hips, to my sides.
I tense under his touch. I want to hide away from him but I’m also basking under the feel of his hands.
My voice is low and shaky as I continue to speak, Dean’s hard gaze never leaving mine.
“When he started to.. To rape me. He never removed my clothes. He always said he never wanted to see how disgusting I was underneath them. If he did remove them, they were always torn to pieces.” My voice breaks, and flashbacks flicker across my vision causing me to put my head in my hands to push them away.
I’m instantly pulled into Dean’s embrace, his warm skin resting against my face.
His arms leave my side and completely wrap around me, and I let the cries I’ve been holding in, break free.
The tears run down my face all the while Dean simply holds me in his embrace until I’m ready to face him again.
I lift my head as he slips his finger and thumb underneath my chin.
“You see, pretty girl. That’s where me and your husband differ.
He might have not wanted to look at what’s underneath your clothes, which makes him incredibly fucking stupid I might add.
” I let out a small laugh at that. “But he also can’t appreciate when he sees a perfect, beautiful, strong willed woman in front of him.
Because I can. And I do. And if he doesn’t want to appreciate you, claim you, worship you like you deserve.
Then I sure as hell will. One man’s junk is another man’s treasure and you mama, are my treasure.
” I’m left speechless at Dean’s loving words.
I don’t even know what to say because I’ve never heard them before, ever.
My bottom lip trembles, the tears that have already fallen threaten to appear again, and I feel the pad of Dean’s thumb run against the sensitive skin of my lip as he pulls my face towards him, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.
Softly, I close my eyes and we stay there for a moment.
Breathing in the essence of each other until he pulls away, his hands firmly planted on either side of my face now.
“Let me feed my woman, then I can rewrap your arm.” He lifts me with ease from the counter and sits me down onto the stool and goes back to cooking.
I feel like I’m in a dream, an alternative reality where I’m treated how I deserve but I fear that one day, this cosy bubble will pop and I’ll be left in agony once again.
Dean kept to his word and fed me, and I ate it without a hint of remorse then he gently rewrapped the wound on my arm before planting a kiss over the bandage.
The praise kink I didn’t know I had fired to life like an alarm bell everytime Dean told me I was a good girl for eating for him.
At one point I think I was ready to follow him around on all fours like a dog.
Something was changing in me, I wanted to explore these new feelings but I was scared.
I was scared of rejection, even though Dean isn’t that kind of person, my mind still planted the thought there regardless.
We’d fallen into an easy, carefree routine over the past couple of days.
I stayed at the house with Lyla, sometimes sitting on the grass with her in the sunshine, letting her run and play whilst Dean returned to work.
He was adamant about staying with me everyday but I flat out refused to let him throw away the job he loves, to babysit me.
I needed my independence, I was also desperate to contact the girls.
I was becoming stir crazy staying inside with my own thoughts for company and I knew it wasn’t good for me but I was too terrified to go anywhere on my own, and I know Dean would end up in a right panic if I did that, so, as evening broke over the horizon of the thick dense trees I sat on the porch steps, my Chevy parked at the side of the house after Eli dropped it off a couple of days ago, he also managed to salvage some of the clothes I purchased.
As much as I wanted to stay in Dean’s clothes I needed to get dressed and pull myself together.
The weather began to stay warmer at night now and all I owned was jeans and long sleeve tops so in an act of confidence I grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and took to making a pair of shorts from the jeans, then cutting the sleeves from the band shirts.
I very rarely had this much skin on show now, but Dean didn’t look at me like I was damaged, or like an old toy that had seen better days.
No, the lust that grew in his eyes was present every time we made eye contact.
I sat on the porch for a few minutes until I heard the tell-tale sign of Dean’s bike flying down the gravel driveway, the low rumbling of the engine vibrating.
Lyla’s ears pricked up at the noise, a smile spread across my face and I ran my hand through the fluff around her neck.
My eyes never left the pathway as the man who’s flipped my entire world upside down begins to drive towards me.
His entire body clad in black, the detailed tattoos beaming under the low sun.
The all black helmet completely cuts off his identity and I begin to wonder what he’s thinking seeing me sitting here, waiting for him.
I pull my lip between my teeth as he stops in front of the steps, only a few feet away from me, then cuts the engine.
Dean flicks his visor up with his gloved hand, the only thing I can see in the blackness of his helmet are his piercing green eyes and my God, they’re beautiful.
He’s beautiful. He remains seated on the powerful machine, intimidation radiating off of him so much that I can feel it from where I’m still sitting on the steps.
He lifts his arm in front of him, his hand outstretched and begins to make a come hither motion with his finger, gesturing to me to come to him.
Lyla stays seated as I slowly lift from the steps, my nerve endings are on fire as his gaze burns onto my exposed skin.
Steadily, I begin to take the small steps towards him.
The walk is short but I try to stretch out the feeling of him looking at me the way he’s doing so now.
I hold my breath as I make the final step, my boots coming toe to toe with his.
A cool breeze flutters over my skin and I welcome the sensation it brings to my heated skin, my chest feels tight as I release short breaths from my nose.
Dean’s gaze is heavy as he looks over me, the rest of his face still hidden behind the helmet, but his eyes speak a thousand words, the fire burning brightly behind them is telling me exactly what I want to know. He wants me just as much as I want him.
He lifts his arm from his thigh, and loops a finger through the belt loops on my denim shorts and pulls me closer to him, and I have to slap my hands onto his firm chest to stop me from falling flat on my face.
Dean lifts his chin, the black swirling tattoos around his neck are inches away from my face and I guide my hands up his chest, taking that gesture as an indication to unfasten the clasp beneath his chin.
The tremor in my hands makes it difficult for me to flick open the buckle but I manage, then slip the helmet off of his head.
Dean’s beautiful face comes into view. A slight sheen of sweat covers his skin and I’m desperate to taste it.
“If this is the sight I get to see everytime I come home, I think I’ll keep you forever.” His voice is deep and sultry and I know he’s speaking the truth. It’s reckless for me to want him to keep me forever, but right now, I want to be reckless.
“You look so beautiful.” He says as he brushes my hair behind my ear, the leather of his gloves is cool against my flushed face.
“Thank you. I wanted to ask you something?”
“Ask away, pretty girl.” I chew on my lip for a moment, my nerves almost getting the better of me.
“Will you take me for a ride again? I’m going a bit stir crazy in there.” I laugh nervously, not wanting to upset him either about leaving me in the house.
“I’m sorry for leaving you in there, mama, you know I only want to keep you safe but you deserve to be outside so yeah, let’s go.”
I place my hand with ease on his chest, his steady heartbeat pounding underneath my palm.
“I know you do, and I appreciate that. I’ll take Lyla inside then we can go?
” I say whilst already making my way back towards the house where Lyla is now lying down on the warm wood of the porch.
I entice her inside with a couple of treats and leave the kitchen radio on for her before locking the door behind me, then make the short walk back over to Dean who’s still seated on the bike, his helmet resting on the tank.
I hand his keys over to him and he slips them into one of the pockets on his cargo pants before sliding the helmet over my head, his gloved fingers grazing over my neck as he clasps the buckle together.
“Ready mama?”
This time I don’t give him an answer that I’m unsure of.
I simply place my hand onto his broad shoulder and swing my leg over the bike, taking a seat on the warm leather.
“I’m ready.” I say through the helmet and the engine roars the life between my legs.
I don’t wait for Dean to grab my hands, instead I slide them around his middle on my own, his stomach is firm underneath my touch, the inside of my thighs rubbing against the rough material of his pants that hug his waist. The excitement I felt from the last time I was sitting on the back of his bike buzzes through my bloodstream and I squeeze him tightly in my arms. He drops a hand from one of the handlebars and runs it up the outside of my thigh, starting from knee to the raw hem of my chopped shorts, the tips of his gloves disappear for a moment under the fabric before he draws his hand away, placing it back onto the handlebar, and I suck in a sharp breath from the teasing touch.
Dean slowly begins to turn the bike around to face towards the driveway before picking up speed, and I let him guide us out of the thick woods, not really caring where we end up. As long as it’s with him.