Summer❤
Sitting on the sofa, I lean forward. My elbows placed on my thighs; I nervously pick at my thumb with my forefinger. My mind lost in the darkness behind Bhodi’s eyes. A Look I didn’t recognize, a numbness consumed him. I anxiously slide my phone over, but as soon as the screen lights up, there’s no message, no calls, and no word at all about what’s going on.
Detective Wallace eventually tracked me down and berated me for leaving the hospital, nothing to do with the fact he was likely scrolling through Tinder for hours before realizing I hadn’t come back. Using the situation to my advantage, I explained I was in shock and went home as I didn’t feel safe. He must have felt bad after that. He took a small statement and didn’t stay long. However, he did remind me not to go anywhere.
Like I have anywhere to even go.
I sigh. A knot the size of a rock sits in the pit of my stomach. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I force myself from my seat. Aimlessly walking around the vacant apartment, my mind swims through what Bhodi could be doing right now, where he is, and whether he found Alex. Unable to process a reasonable thought, I brace my palms onto the kitchen island. The ongoing chaos feeling like an overwhelming permanent nightmare I’m stuck in.
He”s right, I need to stay away from Detective Grey.
Two/Face’s words sting my ears, and guilt consumes me. The fear of what could happen to Bhodi is just like detective Strode. Glancing down at my clothes, my heart sinks. Bunching the stained wool in my fists, I stretch the fabric out and look to the blood which dried hours ago.
Dragging my feet towards the bathroom and flicking the light on, I see the full extent of the dried blood smears that mark my clothes. Frantically pulling my dress over my head, I throw all my clothes into a pile on the floor, the suffocating fabric feeling like a vice wrapped tight around my entire body.
Stepping across the cool tiles, I slide the shower door open. Pulling on the chrome taps, I step back, allowing the water to hit the shower tray. Once the steam appears, I gently run my hand under it, checking the temperature.
Standing under the water, I allow the warmth to engulf my body. Glancing down, I shudder at the water that runs down the plug hole, a gentle shade of pink. Pulling my gaze away, I reach for the soap. Lathering it in my hands, I allow my hands to gently roam my body, trying to remove any trace of the last few hours. Reaching for the shampoo, a click snaps my head toward the bathroom door.
A chill fills the room. Slowly rising my hand to the screen, I wipe away the steam. As the figure appears, I gasp. Sliding the door open, I see the vacant look. Wiping the water from my face, I quietly whisper.
“Bhodi?”
His eyes meet mine, and a chill sweeps over me in an instant. Taking a single step forward, he doesn’t speak. Spotting the blood stains over his clothes, my eyes widen. My heartbeat increasing rapidly, and looking back at him, my brow furrows.
“Whose blood is that?” Keeping my voice low, I move a little closer, but he shrugs. I feel my body pushing me to get even closer. Reaching out, my shaky hand cups his cheek. I watch as he leans into my touch. A moment of warmth flickers across his cold, gorgeous features. But he just shrugs again. The unanswered question lingers in the air.
I continue to search his face, a vulnerability stares back at me. My gaze wanders his frame. Stepping onto my tiptoes, I push his leather jacket from his shoulders. As it hits the floor with a jolt, I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, but it’s too late. I feel his hand snap around my wrist, pulling me closer, our bodies colliding. A gasp escapes me as my body is pressed into his.
Bhodi’s lips crash to mine, his strong hands grip the back of my thighs, while his tongue dominates mine. Lifting me, I wrap my legs around his waist, my already aching core gently rubbing onto the zipper of his jeans. His large erection strained against the denim. I moan, grinding for more friction. The kiss turns frantic. My hands run through his hair as he walks towards the sink. Feeling my ass land on the sink unit, the feel of cool marble against my flesh takes me by surprise.
Releasing me, I pull again at the hem of his t-shirt. Pulling it over his head, throwing it to one side, and frantically kicking away his boots, Bhodi reaches for the belt of his jeans. Taking a step closer, my thighs are spread wide, gently leaning back on my palms as his broad frame moves over my body. My breath catches in my throat; he doesn’t speak, but the once cold look in his eyes is now ablaze. His eyes never leave mine. Pushing his jeans and boxers past his muscular thighs, we both stand naked in the bathroom.
Reaching for my wrist, his fingers lace around my skin, guiding me towards him. Laying the thick hard flesh in my hands, my eyes widen when my fingers wrap around him.
Jesus fucking Christ….
My jaw falls open, but Bhodi’s face remains unreadable. I swear, briefly, I could see his lips discreetly curl into a quick smile. With my fingers laced around his thick cock, any other thought just completely fucks off from my mind. He’s big, really big. So big I can barely wrap my hand around him entirely. But that doesn’t stop that dull ache between my thighs, begging for some relief. The curiosity that swirls around in my mind, wondering what he’d feel like buried deep inside me and his large frame overtaking mine.
When my hand slides up his thick shaft, I watch as his chest rises and falls. The dried blood smeared over him should scare me, but it doesn’t. I know what he’s done was for the right reason. I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same given the chance. Even if I’m yet to find out what he has actually done.
The feeling of his palms sliding up my thighs sends another shiver through me; my back arches, and my thighs slide open wider than before. Guiding the head of his cock to my slick pussy, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth, I lean in, taking a gentle inhale before allowing my eyes to flutter to Bhodi’s.
“Fuck me.” I plead in a breathy whisper.
When his palms slap to my thighs, jerking me forward. I cry out. I cry out hard. My head falls back into the mirror, and my eyes roll back as the intense sensation surges through me. I can’t form words. Only a garbled animalistic sound of pleasure can escape my throat. Bhodi’s palms snake around my waist, sliding me towards him. I wrap my legs tight around his waist as the second thrust comes, jerking me forward. I cry out again. Once he’s fully inside me, he stills for a moment. Adjusting to his size, I pant.
There’s a momentary stillness between us, and a silence quickly falls around the space. With his fingers pressed into my thighs, he roughly slides me off the cool surface. Snaking my arms around his neck, he turns and heads for the running shower.
When my back hits the cool tiles, my head falls onto his shoulder. Shuffling my hips, I try to adjust to his size further. Everything fits so painfully, yet so beautifully. With my hands on his firm, strong shoulders for guidance, the water cascades over us, washing away the dry blood smears off his golden skin. As my hips roll, I grit my teeth as the intense pleasure surges through me, pushing me to carry on.
Straightening my back, my nails digging into Bhodi’s shoulders. He leans in closer, and when his eyes flutter open, the darkness resumes.
“Harder!”
I still at the command, but the want and dominance in his tone sends a jolt of confidence through me.
Tightening my thighs around his waist, using his shoulders for support. I allow my hips to roll over and over as the bathroom begins to fill with my moans. Each passing moment begins to send me into a frenzy, picking up the pace I hear him mutter as my head flies into the tiles, my eyes squeeze shut as all the sensations coursing through my body begin to collide.
“Fuck…” Bhodi slams his palms into the bathroom wall, his body rigid as I continue to ride him hard.
When the deep aching sensation begins to whirl in the pit of my stomach, I pick up the pace. My nails left deep red marks on his shoulders.
“Shit…I’m…I…” I can’t get the words out, my body carries on, and I”m unable to stop or even allow myself to finish the sentence.
My orgasm crashes through me so fucking hard, my arms fly around his neck, holding on for dear life as my cries likely flood his ears. I feel my pussy contract, clamping down hard, but I can’t stop. It’s just too fucking good. In a euphoric daze, I hear a low growl when his palms clamp tight around my thighs.
“I can’t hold on…” Bhodi’s voice is breathless, almost pained. Each thrust is hard and rough when my back connects hard into the tiles. His fingers squeezing into my skin so tight, I look forward to the purple bruises I’ll see tomorrow, reminding me of a night when I felt normal for once.
Feeling him come deep inside of me, the deep roar that escapes his throat elicits something in me that I can’t explain. Maybe the feeling of being wanted? Maybe even desired? Whatever it is right now, I’ll grab it with both hands and accept it willingly.
As my forehead falls to his, Bhodi’s movements stagger. I feel us both sliding down the shower. As we land in the cool tiled floor, the water continues to rain down on us. He pulls me close, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. Through each shaky breath, my eyes flutter closed as he gently whispers to me.
“Thank you.”
I lazily nod as his strong arms pull me close, getting lost in our own peace.