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Kara and Everlee rush over, hugging her, and as much as she likes not having the ugly uniform and bitchy guards around her, she doesn't really feel free. Not when she's forced to be here. But it is good to see her two friends. The only two people who have visited the past year.
"I really need a real shower," Hannah says as everyone pulls away. "The shit they give you in prison doesn't make you feel even remotely clean."
"We'll go home and shower," Rocky says. "I bought all new stuff when I heard Lily was looking into your case. I'm not sure ifshampoo and shit expires, but I thought it might be good to have all fresh stuff."
Nodding, she can't force a smile. The last thing she wants to do is ride behind him on his bike, but what else is she going to do? She doesn't have any more money for a cab, and he doesn't have anywhere else to stay. Not that Hannah could kick him out of his own house.
It doesn't take long to get to the place she called home, and he leads her inside to the bathroom. When he starts stripping down with her, she feels sick to her stomach. The last thing she wants to do is fuck him, but she knows he needs her. Part of her, the traitorous part, needs him, too, but she needs a few more moments of peace first.
"Let me shower alone. I have a lot of things to clean up, and it'll be easier alone," Hannah says.
"I'll wait for you in bed?" Rocky asks, and the hopeful tone he has makes her feel guilty for wanting to sleep in the extra room tonight. Instead, she nods as he says, "God, it's so good to see you, baby."
Rather than answer, she just shuts the bathroom door, hoping that if she takes long enough, he might fall asleep. It's unlikely, but she plans to run the water heater out of hot water before stepping out.
Hannah opens the bathroom door and finds Rocky lying in just his boxers with a box of pizza on the bed. Her favorite. He's trying, but no matter what he does, she can't just turn off the anger after everything that's happened. She served time to save Mac, and no one understands she doesn't feel like ahero. Everything was taken from her, and she's been in her own personal hell ever since.
"I got your favorite," Rocky says and opens the box to reveal pepperoni and mushrooms. "I figure you haven't had a lot of your favorite things lately."
"Not for over two years," she says, the towel wrapped tightly around her body as her wet hair clings to her shoulders and drips water down her skin. "I'm not really hungry right now."
Closing the box, he sets it on the floor and stares at her with a different type of hunger. "Me, neither."
Accepting her fate, she climbs onto the bed and lets him unwrap her. He hardens at the sight of her naked body, now completely shaved and clean, and his lips touch her skin, moving across almost every inch. Her body responds even though her mind goes blank.
"What's this?" he asks, his finger tracing where she'd been shanked with a sharpened toothbrush in the shower shortly after she arrived.
"It's old."
Shaking his head, he looks up into her eyes. "I know every inch of your skin, and this is new."
"There were a few issues inside," she says. "It's nothing."
Something clouds in his eyes, and he takes special care as he kisses her other scars. It almost pains her to have him do it, but she can't tell him to stop because something inside of her needs it, too. Needs him to see what happened to her. The only physical scars she has while she battles the emotional ones.
"I’m sorry, baby," he mutters against her skin as he kisses down her belly to settle between her legs. "Let me make you feel better."
His tongue reaches out and flicks her clit, and she jumps. It's been such a long time since she had any contact outside ofshowering with her own sexuality that it feels like electricity shot through her.
"Good to know you didn't find a girlfriend on the inside," Rocky says with a chuckle.
Not for lack of trying from other women, that's for sure. "No, you know women aren't my thing."
"I guess my fantasy of allowing another woman into bed with us is out of the question," he says jokingly before kissing her, his tongue swirling around first clockwise and then counterclockwise.
The joke doesn't land, and she finds it the furthest thing from funny. Especially when she knows he's kept company with club bunnies to get his rocks off. Even though she was locked away, knowing he fucked someone else pisses her off.
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asks, his fingers rubbing her. "You're dry as the desert."
"I think it's the shower. You know how products can be."
"I think I've got some lube here," he says, slipping off the bed and tugging off his boxers.
The sight of his arousal stirs something primal inside of her, but it disappears just as quickly. He finds the lubricant and rubs it along his length before crawling up to nestle between her legs.
Hannah knows she can't look at him because he'll know she's faking. "Behind," she says, pulling away and moving to all fours.
"You know just how to turn me on," he moans and holds onto her hips before easing into her. "Shit, you're tight."
