Page 72 of His Good Girl
“I’ll do it. You go upstairs, and I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Pulling the bloody knife out of the jacket pocket, she hesitates, holding it out to me with a shaking hand. Circling my hand around the hilt, I take it from her before she surrenders to my request, still shaken and shivering. Placing the knife in the dishwasher, I pull my phone out of my pants pocket, I check the messages first to make sure the clean-up is done.
It is confirmed, so I breathe out a sigh of relief.
There is no mention of Serena being at the scene of the crime, so I ignore the peril for now, needing to take care of her first.
Firing off a quick message to Rue to tell her I have Serena and she’ll be staying the night here, I switch off the phone and strip off my shirt. Stuffing it into the washer and turning it onto a hot wash, I go upstairs to find Serena sitting on my bed, her head in her hands.
“Hey, baby girl. Look at me.” I take her hands and crouch in front of me.
“Who did you call?” she asks, her voice muffled into her chest as she stares down at her lap.
“It’s something we need to have a conversation about but not now, okay, angel? Let’s get you in the shower, cleaned up and warm first.”
She nods slowly, accepting that as much as she can. Pulling her hands out of mine, she shrugs the jacket off and reaches up to slide the side zipper down on the ruined dress. Helping her with a steadier hand, she drops hers to her lap, letting me undress her slowly, flinching only briefly when I expose her naked body.
“I will never hurt you, angel. Please don’t be afraid of me.”
“I’m not.”
Her defiant tone makes me smile sadly. She is trying to convince herself rather than me.
“This isn’t the first time, is it?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m sorry, angel. I’m sorry that you’ve been hurt by this before and again today. I’ve failed you.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head, so the wet tendrils of hair that have dropped out of her bun stick to her face. “This isn’t your fault.”
“It is because I wasn’t there. But you don’t have to worry ever again. I will never let you out of my sight ever again.”
She smiles sadly. “Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t be with me all day, every day.”
“Wanna bet?”
She cups my face gently. “You’re sweet, but I’m okay.”
I’m not sure I believe her, but choosing to for now, I lead her into the bathroom, where I strip off the rest of my clothes and turn on the shower.
Chapter40
Logan
Climbing in first, I help her in. She is exhausted, mentally and physically, from the mad dash through the streets, where I half dragged her back to my apartment. Wanting to stare at her body, take in every inch of her naked beauty, I don’t. I keep my eyes on hers. Reaching for the pins in her hair, I pull them out and settle them on the soap dish. Her hair cascades down her back in those perfect blonde waves that have captivated me. Grabbing the soap and sponge, I lather up and start at her shoulders, gently cleaning every inch of her, patting the scabs on her arms that cause me so much hurt for her before I shampoo her hair and rinse it out. Her contented sigh as the hot water pounds down around us fills me with a joy that is unusual. To be pleasing someone in this way, making her happy, is fulfilling me on a level that excites me. I want to take care of her in every way, worship her, and never have her be hurt or strained again.
“How do you feel?” I ask when I’m done.
“Better,” she replies softly, taking the soap and sponge with a slow smile. “My turn.”
Chuckling, I let her clean the remains of the blood off me that hadn't already been washed down the drain. She pays extra attention to my already hard cock but doesn’t jerk me off or drop to her knees to suck me. When she’s finished, I turn the water off and get out before her, grabbing a towel to wrap around her and another for myself.
“Thank you, Logan. I needed that.”
“Oh, I’m not finished,” I murmur.
“What did you have in mind?”
