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“You can turn around now. I’m covered.” She says softly.
I debate whether I should turn or not but I’m not sure if it would offend her if I don’t, so I turn slowly back to face her. Once again I am struck by the vision she presents wrapped in one of my special extra large towels.
“Are you okay?” I ask, needing to fill the silence that I usually crave.
“Yeah. I think I must have dozed off and I woke up when I felt it on my arm. It startled me. Sorry for the scream.”
“As long as you’re alright.” I shrug one shoulder.
“I’m fine. Promise.” She says, biting one side of her bottom lip and a shot of something so primal runs through my entire being, straight to my cock.
“I’ll leave you to get some rest. I’ll come back in the morning.”
“You’re not staying?” She raises her brows.
“Like I said, I stay at the clubhouse a lot.” I answer, turning to the door.
“Good night, Ringo and thank you.” She says just as I’m almost to the hall.
Turning to look at her over my shoulder I give her what I hope is a polite smile. “You’re welcome.”
Once I’m through the front door, I lock it on my way out, pushing myself to leave behind a woman that has managed to do something no other has ever done. Make my entire being hard as a fucking rock with only a look.
I’m no saint. There’s been plenty of woman to fuck over the years. All of them wanting the exact same thing as I did. A fast fuck and release. No strings attached and all of them worked for it.
Kimmie is different. She had me ready and wasn’t even asking for it. Neither of us even knows each other.
As I head back to the club, I decide to ask Snake about the background on Kimmie that I know he has done. Everyone gets one that even remotely comes around the club or our women.
I can tell just from what little I do know of her that she’s running from something. I’m determined to find out what that is.
Kimmie
As soon as Ringo leaves, I go back to my bath to finish up.
Putting on my clothes, I walk around the house barefoot, admiring some of the old furniture that I can tell are true antiques.
“The man has taste.” I whisper to myself, moving slowly through the house.
There’s no pictures on the walls though, at least not any with people in them. There’s just a few small paintings hung up here and there.
Without them, the house would look empty even with the furniture in it.
Going back to the bedroom, I pick up the remote to the TV and turn it on as I climb up on the massive bed.
He has a lot of movies that are downloaded so I pick one I’ve never seen before. Scooting further down into the bed, I pull the covers up to my chin.
Ten minutes into the movie and I’m bored out of my mind. I should already be asleep but my body is still too wired up after the night I just had.
I’ve never had anyone be so nice to me before. Here in this little town, I’ve found several nice people who want nothing more than to help.
It’s a little unnerving. If they truly knew who I really was, the things that I have done, would they still want to help me?
I might not have chosen the life I was forced into but surely I could have gotten away quicker than I did, right?
I’ve asked myself that more than a billion times over the past thirteen years but I also know that if I had left sooner, I wouldn’t have Remington.
Life without him wouldn’t be worth saving. When I was pregnant with him, I wondered how I’d feel once he was born.
