Page 40 of Skid
I rented the house from a lovely older couple and wished it was nicer, but it’s all I could afford. My thoughts began to stray into the future he said he wanted and wondered if the house would become my home too. I didn’t dream anymore, knowing all too painfully that dreams could turn into nightmares in the blink of an eye, but with Dalton, I let myself believe.
The four bedrooms on the newly added second floor were mostly empty. One was an office that he only let me pop my head into before ushering me quickly to his workout room. I finally understood how he got his physique with all the equipment he had in the room. When we returned to the living room, he sat on the couch and tugged me onto his lap.
I felt his hardness pressing against the back of my legs as he pulled me into a hug. Normally, I didn’t like to be touched, but with Dalton, all I wanted him to do was touch me. His fingers pushed up the hem of my shirt, and when he brushed his hand over my outer thigh, I winced at the sudden discomfort. Sitting me up, he looked at me with concern as I pulled the shirt back down.
“I guess I’m a little sore from the ride,” I said, wanting to deflect from the pain the bruises from the drunken asshole were causing.
His eyes hardened, and he asked gently, “Can I get you anything?”
I pressed my cheek back to his chest and felt his arms squeeze me tighter as I whispered, “This. You can give me this.”
Exhaling, I felt the tension seeping from him as he held me. Not wanting to drag him into the darkness with me, I looked up at him and asked, “Can I make you breakfast?”
He smiled and replied, “You don’t have to cook for me, but if you’re hungry, then I need to feed you.”
He stood from the couch and lifted me in his arms before strolling to the kitchen. Placing me on the cold granite counter, he grabbed his phone and made a quick phone call, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
“Gunner, I need a prospect to pick up an order from the diner and run it to the cabin.” My eyes grew wide, and he winked before giving the man a few yeses to unheard questions then hanging up the phone.
“Breakfast will be here in less than thirty minutes. Do you want to shower before it gets here?”
Blinking, I was shocked as I inquired, “So, you can just make a phone call, and one of your club brothers drops everything and brings you what you need?”
He laughed and pecked me on the nose as he stepped between my spread legs and tugged me closer to the edge. “A brother would tell me to fuck off, but a prospect’s job is to do what the club asks of him. It’s a way for him to show loyalty to the club.”
“He shows loyalty by bringing your breakfast?”
He laughed louder, and I smiled, joining in as he wiped an errant tear from his eyes. “If a prospect is eager to drop what he’s doing to follow an order from the President, that shows dedication. If they are willing to do grunt work to earn their colors, that shows loyalty. Those are two important qualities in being a Death Hound.”
“Wow. So, it’s like the military, in a way?”
Shrugging, he answered, “In its own way, yes.”
“Interesting.” I smiled at him and reasoned we didn’t have much time until our food would be here. “I think I would like to take a shower before they arrive.”
He pulled my ass off the counter, and I shrieked as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He smirked as he carried me to the bedroom, and with each step, I could feel his hardness rubbing against my needy pussy. The ride yesterday was a giant tease of riding a huge vibrator for hours and not being able to come.
I knew I wanted to be with Dalton again, but so far, he seems to be letting me lead. His gentleness was a turn-on, but somehow, I needed to let him know I wasn’t made of glass. I didn’t feel like there was any lingering trauma, other than some bruises and residual anger over my incident, so I hoped to find a way to seduce him soon.
Walking into the attached bathroom in his bedroom, he sat me on the floor and turned the water on in the walk-in shower before adjusting the temperature. Stepping back to me, he brushed his hand down my cheek, and I leaned into his touch as he spoke, “I’m going to take care of a few emails while you’re getting cleaned up. Make yourself at home.”
I pressed up to my tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips. Keeping the embrace chaste, I lowered to my shorter height and replied, “I’ll be out soon.”
“Take as long of a shower as you want. It’s a tankless hot water system, so you literally have an unlimited supply of hot water,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows before walking out of the bathroom.
This was the first time I’d been alone since the incident on Saturday night, and I exhaled, feeling the solitude wrap around me. Having spent years taking care of myself, it was a little overwhelming to have someone doting on me and my needs. It’s what I always wanted, and somehow, I knew his promises were real and not some perverted version of the truth used to manipulate me.
Flexing my hands open and closed, I closed my eyes and counted to ten before the anger subsided. The more the thoughts of my time in foster care pushed to the surface, the madder I got, and I needed to remember that I was safe with Dalton. He couldn’t hurt me the same way as what I had survived. That’s all I needed to remind myself of.
After standing in the hot spray longer than expected, I quickly washed my hair and body before turning the water off and grabbing a towel from the cabinet next to the shower. Wringing the water from my hair, I dried off and secured the towel around my body before stepping into the bedroom. I could hear Dalton talking to someone with a deep voice, and not wanting to eavesdrop, I turned away and focused on getting dressed. After pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt, I managed to fit into the bag, I ran my fingers through my unruly hair and clipped it into a curly pile on top of my head.
I stepped out of the bedroom as the sound of a door closing echoed down the hallway, and cautiously, I walked into the living room, hoping I wasn’t interrupting. Dalton turned when I walked into the room and smiled at me, offering me his outstretched hand.
“You just missed my brother, Needles. He dropped off breakfast on his way out of town. He was hoping to meet you, but he had to get on the road.”
I looked out the front window and saw a large man wearing the same cut Dalton had rolling down the driveway. “I’m sorry I took so long.”
Dalton turned my face to him with a finger under my chin, and I looked at him as he explained, “No one expects anything of you here, Grace, other than to be yourself. If you want to shower for three hours, do it. If you want to take a nap, go for it. If you want to relax in the hot tub, just say the word. Whatever will make you happy makes me happy.”
