Page 23 of Falcon

This is my girl.

Chapter 15

Daisy

My eyes would’ve fluttered open, but they felt glued together. Wiping them with my hands, I moaned as I tried to stretch. My whole body hurt. And my ankle was throbbing. After I wiped my eyes hard enough, I opened them, and it took a minute to adjust.

It was dark and quiet, minus a low lull of rock music. Once I could focus, I pushed up on my forearms. The blanket slipped down, and I looked and realized it had been thrown over me and I was laying on the other half. Glancing around, I wondered where I was until I saw him.

Laying on a couch against the wall was a huge body. It was him. I wasn’t sure I should call him my biker anymore. Or if I wanted to. Lies. I absolutely wanted to. But that was what got me into this mess to begin with…falling for every hot man who smiled at me.

Not this time. I still didn’t know if it was really safe here. But if he was planning to hurt me, would he have slept on the couch?

My mouth was dry as a bone and I brushed my fingers through my hair and tried to work the knots out. He was sleeping and I didn’t want to wake him, plus my ankle hurt like hell, so I quietly lay back down.

Apparently, I wasn’t quiet enough because some rustling came from the couch. I didn’t move a muscle. An old habit from childhood, it usually worked in my favor to pretend to be asleep.

A moan was followed by louder rustling, but I kept my eyes shut. Boots hit the floor and soft steps came toward me. I swallowed hard as I felt him over me, but then the blanket dropped back on me.

My eyes shot open, and he thinned his lips. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Thought you may be cold.”

I cleared my throat. “Thanks.” I hissed as I tried to scoot my body as I sat up and he turned the lamp on. The movement sent a sharp pain to my ankle.

“What’s wrong?”

“My ankle. Didn’t mean to push on it. You don’t really think of the muscles you use until they’re messed up.”

He grabbed the edge of the blanket he had just draped over me and asked, “May I?”

I nodded and he pulled it back, exposing my feet. I winced as he pressed light touches to it. “I got an ace bandage for you, and we can get you some ice. But do you want to clean up before I wrap it?”

Smacking my lips together, I shrugged. “I don’t have any other clothes. Can I maybe borrow a shirt or something until I can get this cleaned?” My clothes were filthy, and I wasn’t sure where my other shoe was. I knew I lost one in the woods.My mouth was like cotton, and I was so thirsty. “And can I get some water or something to drink?”

He pushed a bag on the nightstand closer to me. “Not sure how these will fit, but they’re clean and there’s some other girly shit in there.”

I reached over and grabbed the bag, putting it down next to me on the bed. There were clothes and some toiletries. Girly shit. And flip flops. Probably all I could manage with my ankle anyway. “Thanks for this. A hot shower probably wouldn’t hurt.”

“I can help you in.”

“I bet you can,” I scoffed.

“Daisy, I’ve seen your goods. If I was gonna be an asshole I would’ve done it already. I’m just saying I can get you to the shower.”

He was right. He had seen it all. I may have had a thong on during our dance, but I put my pussy right in his face, so he got a good look. “I guess there’s no reason to be bashful when you’re a dancer.”

I tried to swing my legs over the bed, but Falcon reached out and helped me. He held his hand out, so I used it as leverage to pull myself up. He steadied me, then tucked my arm across his back and held my other hand to keep me balanced.

He didn’t rush me and he didn’t get handsy. It was nice being tucked against his big body. Stop, Daisy. When we made it to the door inside the room, we both wouldn’t fit so he turned us sideways. I slid in first as he flicked the light on.

Seeing myself in the mirror was jarring. There were still small leaves in my hair and all my dance makeup was smeared around my eyes. “I look like a racoon.”

He chuckled and I raised a brow. “Sorry. Here, I’m gonna sit you down.” He smacked the lid to the toilet seat down then gingerly helped me sit. He reached into the shower and turned the water on, steam filling the small bathroom quickly. He left but was back soon with the large brown paper sack.

He pulled a bunch of the items out and put them in the bath. “Alright, ready to get in?”

I nodded and he pulled me to my feet. Glancing up, I locked gazes with his hazel eyes. Everything about this man screamed red flag, so why did he make me feel so safe? His touch was so careful as he helped me get my pants off. He stood with his hands out, ready to catch me as I finished undressing but didn’t touch me again until I reached my hand out for support. He helped me climb over the side of the small tub and into the stream of water from the shower head.

I pulled the liner and he said, “I’ll leave this door open and be back once you’re done. There’s a towel on the back of the toilet for you to wrap up in. But if you need help before that, just holler.”

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