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“Sorry, to interrupt you two. Is there a phone I can use? I just need to call my team and have them come get me.”

“Yeah, let’s get you inside. Call your friends and get you home too.” Laura grabs my hand and pulls me towards her house. I wasn’t expecting her to invite me in, I thought her friend would let me use her cell phone.

Marisa kisses Laura bye and turns to walk down to wait for her cab. Laura and I stay at the front door until her friend gets into the cab and it drives off.

“I’m so glad she didn’t demand to stay, I’m too tired for her. She’ll want to know everything that happened. I just want to forget it.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out of your hair soon.” I say nodding.

“I don’t mean you, silly. You can stay as long as you need. I know you said your clubhouse is more than two hours away now. It’s going to take them a while to get here.” Laura pulls a key from an overhanging planter and opens the door to her house. I hate that but it’s not my place to say anything.

“Yeah, but I can just wait out here on the stoop so you can get some rest.”

“Don’t insult me, Alex. You need more rest than I do. You can wait inside.” She raises an eyebrow at me as if she’s expecting me to go against her. I won’t.

Her home is very nicely decorated. Not too cluttered or too colorful. I take my shoes off and instantly regret it. My feet have more blisters than I can count and the minute I release the pressure some of them start to burst.

“Ahh fuck!” I groan through the pain.

Laura rushes over to me and falls down to her knees to help me. She huffs out a breath and drops her hands to her lap when she sees my feet. She tsks once before she starts to talk “Aye, Papi, you need more than a ride home. Call them to get you but while you wait, I’m going to take care of you.” Shaking her head again, Laura wraps an arm around my waist and helps me towards the back of the house.

Take care of me? What does that mean? And why am I so open to letting her do whatever she wants to me?

Alex

Before I can even call the club Laura has me naked and in the shower. She takes my clothes to launder and gives me a washrag to clean up with. I feel uncomfortable as fuck having her do all this shit for me but any time I try to tell her no she gives me that fucking look. The one that says, I dare you to tell me no. For someone so little, she’s scary. Also, I don’t really want to tell her no which is fucking weird.

Just as I finish with the therapeutic shower she knocks on the door and hands me three large bath towels. I wrap one around my waist and drape the other over my neck .

She’s at the door with her eyes closed and part of me wants to tell her to open her eyes while I’m still naked but I can’t embarrass her like that. Besides, I don’t know if she’s married or anything like that. She’s just being nice to me. I don’t want to be that much of an ass.

“I’m good now,” I tell her.

She opens the door wide and bends down to look at my knee. It’ll need stitches for sure but it doesn’t feel like anything is torn up inside. We wrap it up and I barely feel the pain, just a dull ache I’m going to need to take some ibuprofen for.

She runs her hands over my arms and face. “Your wounds look pretty clean now. I don’t see anything crazy.”

I like the feel of her hands on me but I’d be lying if I say I don’t want to have my hands on her, “What about you? Let me take a look at your cuts and bruises. I got you into this mess, I think I should be the one catering to you .” I tell her and take a step forward.

Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes dilate slightly as she lets them roam down my face and to my chest where she gawks my tattoos and muscles. When her eyes drop down to my waist she gasps and looks back up to my eyes.

“I’m fine, I think the worst thing I have is some dirty feet. I’m very lucky.” She takes another step away from me and shakes her head to clear it.

“You can sit in the living room, I had to wash your clothes again, they weren’t clean. The phone is in the kitchen.”

“Okay, thank you again.” I say and she walks into the bathroom, I assume, to take her own shower.

I look down at myself and realize my cock is tenting the towel around my waist. The last thing I need right now is to be thinking with my dick.

I breathe deeply and walk slowly towards the kitchen. The blisters on my feet still ache though most of them popped in the shower. I pick up the phone and call the clubhouse. The phone is answered on the first ring.

“Wings of diablo.” Someone spits out fast.

“Who’s this?” I ask, not recognizing the voice right away.

“What the fuck, either tell me what the hell you want or fuck off. I don’t have time…”

It’s the prospect, Larry.

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