Page 21 of Baratta's Darkness

The silence is broken by Baratta, “You know he is going to shit in about thirty minutes if not sooner? Where is it going to sleep?”

“Can you go back down to the shop? In the storage room is a pet crate. I keep it for clients that bring pets with them.”

“Lock the door behind me.”

“But you are only going to be gone for a few minutes.”

“Fiona, please just lock the door behind me.”

Baratta

I’m about halfway down the stairs when I hear the crunch of footsteps on gravel. I move closer to the side of the building, crouching down to make myself smaller. I can’t make out any specific features but the person is lean and short. Wearing dark pants and a hoodie.

He or she has an envelope in their hands. I decide it must be a man because as he gets closer I can see a hint of facial hair. When he gets to the bottom of the stairs, I pop up like a jack in the box hoping to catch him off guard. But; the little fucker is quick and I’m still on the stairway. He drops the package he was carrying as he sprints away.

“Fuck!” I yell as I turn and punch the side of the building. I can’t go after him because that would leave Fi unprotected. I pick up the envelope he dropped and slide it into the back of my pants, then go get the dog crate like Fiona asked me to.

When I get back upstairs, Fiona is sitting on the couch with the puppy curled up in her lap. The instant she sees my bloody hand, she demands an explanation. “What happened to you?”

“I tripped on the steps.”

“And bloodied your knuckles?” She looks at me in disbelief. “Come on let's get you cleaned up.”

She takes my bloody hand and pulls me over to the sink, running cold water over it.

While she is focused on the blood I slip my other hand behind my back, pulling out the envelope, I slid it behind the coffee maker. I’m not hiding it from her forever; I just want to look at it before she sees it.

After wrapping my hand in a towel, she gets an ice pack from the freezer and hands it to me. “Hold this on your knuckles for a few minutes, and then I will wrap it for you.”

I’m sitting at the table with the ice pack while she goes to the bathroom for her first aid kit. Before I know it, She has my hand wrapped and is handing me a couple pain pills with a glass of water. I’m a little stunned at her reaction; no one has ever looked out for me before.

Aunt Morgania would have fussed over me but she is family, it’s not the same thing. The women I’ve been with in the past might have wrapped my hand but only so I would not get blood on them. Fiona actually cares, I can tell by the gentle way she took care of my injury.

She puts the puppy in the crate before coming back for me. Taking my uninjured hand she walks with me to the bedroom. Slipping out of her robe, she slides under the covers. “Are you coming?” I have a little trouble getting my jeans undone one handed but after struggling for a few minutes I get them off.

Once I’m in the bed, Fiona turns her back to me and snuggles closer. I can feel her heat on my dick, but it is also obvious tonight is going to be for sleeping. She reaches back, grabbing my arm and pulling it around her. “Just hold me,” She mumbles before drifting off to sleep.

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