Page 19 of Holland
“At this point I’d take a pair of your boxers and a dirty t-shirt.” I tossed my old clothes outside the door.
“Those are filthy, and not just because I’ve been wearing them for a few days.” They were filthy because other men touched me while I wore them. Holland seemed to understand what I meant and held out his hand with his offering in them.
“My sisters...my sisters when they...the first thing they did was shower and want clean clothes.” What the hell was he talking about? His sisters? Now I was all confused.
“I’ll explain after you get out. But it’s just some simple leggings, new under things that Crimson helped me get, and a comfortable shirt. I got some warm fuzzy socks when you come out you can have too.” My heart stuttered for a second at the sweetness of this man before me. Hardass cop turned big bad biker, was a softy and it made me melt a little.
“Thank you.” I said softly as I closed the bathroom door and leaned against it letting out a sigh. Oh Holland, just when I think I’ve got you figured out you go and surprise me.
I take the longest shower probably in history, scrubbing every inch of my body twice. The water is running cold by the time I get out. There’s a part of me that feels guilty for hogging all the hot water, but I push that down. My nails look better now that they are clean. It was just the tips of a few that had small cuts from the rough concrete of the floor. My knees hurt like a bitch now that I could feel them. I made sure to clean them thoroughly too, which meant breaking the scabs. Pulling on the clothes Holland gave me, I threw open the bathroom door like a queen exiting her throne room.
“Boom baby!” Yes, I’m the woman who loves the Emperor's New Groove, sue me. Holland was laying back on the bed closest to the door, with his hands behind his back smiling at me. His eyes raked over my body, sending tingles up my spine making my nipples stand at attention. Calm down, he’s just a hot man who gave you orgasms. You can and must resist him.
“One pair of warm fuzzy socks.” He smirked at me holding up a cute pair of socks with hearts all over them. They definitely looked warm and comfy, but I hesitated going near him. I was pretty sure my willpower would not hold up if I got too close now that I was clean. Fuck my life.
“Come on I won’t bite, well not unless you want me to.” I blinked at him; I wasn’t afraid of him I was afraid of what I would do if I got close to him. It was hard enough being on the back of his bike smelling his scent, feeling his muscles bunching under his jacket. He let out a heavy sigh and tossed the socks on the other bed, my bed.
“I get it, you don’t want to be near me. I’m going to grab a shower. Wrench is outside standing watch while I do, but if you need me just holler.” He raked his hand through his hair, let out another heavy sigh as he made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling letting out my own sigh. Oh Holland, if you only knew how much I do want you near me.
Chapter Fifteen
Holland
After a very cold shower, because my beautiful roommate used up all the hot water, I was able to finally get my raging hardon under control. Bella pushed all my buttons, my protective buttons, and my caveman wanting to claim woman buttons. When she’d come out of the bathroom being all cute, I had to grip the bed to keep from sweeping her into my arms. It was clear she didn’t want me, the night we spent together was her way of thanking me nothing more.
By the time I exited the bathroom she’s out cold, curled up under the blankets clutching a pillow. A part of me was slightly jealous of that pillow. When I glanced over at my bed, I noticed the pillows were moved around and I whipped my head back to Bella. Had she taken my pillow to snuggle up to? Shaking my head, I made my way to the door so I could let Wrench know he could leave. I slowly cracked open the door to look outside, trying not to make any noise, Wrench lifted his eyebrow at me.
“I’m out, thanks man.” He nodded and headed towards his door.
“No problem, she’s a fine piece that one is. Better lock it down before someone else moves in.” I narrowed my eyes at him, and he put his hands up to placate me.
“Not me man, but some of the other guys were checking her out is all I’m saying.” He said nervously.
“It’s not like that with us, she’s Crimson’s sister. Tell the others anyone fucks with her and they’ll answer to me.” I cracked my knuckles anticipating the fight. Wrench shook his head walking away. Quietly shutting the door, I leaned against it to help calm me down.
If anyone of those assholes thought, they were going to try and get my woman they were wrong. Shit, my woman, she wasn’t anyone’s woman. From what I could tell she planned on staying that way too. There was no locking it down like Wrench said. She didn’t want to be locked down, especially not by me. I groaned as I looked up at the ceiling hoping for guidance, there’s none there.
Glancing over at Bella she’s beautiful, breathtaking the way her hair fans out around her, her thick lashes lay against her cheeks, and her plump lips slightly pouty. When she’s awake, she’s all sass and mouth and I love it. Hell, I crave it from her. But when she’s asleep it’s like she’s transformed into some fairy or nymph, she’s just that beautiful. She doesn’t want me though; she’s made that clear. Fuck my life.
I turn off all the lights, double check the door locks, and look outside one last time to make sure no one is out there. There’s this feeling something is about to happen racing through me, but I don’t know what. Placing my gun on the table beside the bed, I strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed. Hopefully, I can get some sleep before we have to be up and going again tomorrow. Having Bella sitting behind me is like having a shot of adrenaline constantly flowing through me. I was wired, every touch, every move she made my body felt it all and responded.
Later I wake up with a start looking around the room, unsure of what woke me up. I’m usually a hard sleeper, not much wakes me up once I’m asleep. That’s how Bella and Crimson snuck out of the house last time. My head swivels to her form, and I notice she’s shifting back and forth like she can’t get comfortable. She moans and flings her hand up like she’s punching the air. Suddenly she’s screaming while throwing punches into thin air.
Logically I know she’s dreaming, and I can’t do anything but wake her up. The illogical part of my brain wants to slay whatever demons she’s fighting. Flinging the blankets off, I rush to her side touching her face. Her breathing started to even out, my name, a whisper on her lips. Was she dreaming about me? About us?
“Bella. Bella, wake up. You’re dreaming sweetheart, wake up.” I shake her shoulder just a little, hoping that will work to wake her up. They dream has a hold on her, she’s locked tightly in its grip, it’s going to take more than a little shake to wake her up.
Sitting down on her bed, I pulled her into my arms, too late I noticed she’s in nothing but her shirt and panties. She still hasn’t woken up; her arms are flailing around and she clocks me before I can stop her. I grunt in pain as she catches me on the cheek, not hard enough to do any damage, but enough that I’ll feel it in the morning.
“Come on Bella, baby wake up.” I push her hair out of her face and run a finger down her cheek. Even with a scowl on her face, even though she just tried to lay me out, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Leaning down I place a small kiss on her lips, more like a whisper of a kiss, but it works. Her eyes flutter open, and they get as big as saucers as they take me in.
“What the fuck are you doing? Why am I in your arms?” Sass and mouth is back at it already, not even seconds awake. I can’t help but smile down at her perturbed face.
“You were having a dream. I tried waking you up gently but that didn’t work. So I decided to kiss sleeping beauty and it worked.” I cocked my head to the side, smiling at her, like I haven’t a care in the world.
“Well I’m awake you can put me down now.” She looks at everything else but me, like she’s afraid to meet my eyes. I’m not holding her tight; she could get up any time she wanted, but she wants me to put her down, that wasn’t happening. Shaking my head I ran my fingers through her hair, I remember she liked it when I touched her hair.
“Nope, you want down, you get down on your own sweet cheeks.” I don’t know why I’m baiting her, but I can’t help myself. Something deep down tells me she’s not as immune to me as she acts all the time. I’d bet money she enjoyed being with me just as much as I enjoyed being with her. Her pulse quickens and her breath hitches as she finally looks into my eyes. What I see in the depths of her eyes makes me groan.
