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But even as I turn my back on him, my heart’s racing, and a small part of me hopes he won’t let me go.

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I get off my shift late, and luckily, the drunk was too wounded to hassle me anymore. And the ladies gave me an extra $50 to apologize for his behavior, though honestly, I just wanted them not to laugh at me while I was being assaulted.

I took a shower immediately after getting home, and now I feel like I’m suffocating from the overly hot water, wrapped in just a towel.

I'm crumpled up on my bed, and shocker, Kaiden isn't home yet. It's nice, in some ways, having the place to myself, though tonight I wanted him to be home, despite how I treated him. I was just so angry and embarrassed and... scared. Scared of what he was into with Ryder. Scared of what I'm into with Ryder.

I close my eyes, trying to find sleep, but instead, all I can find is the memory of his lips, hovering so near to me. A little split down the center from some fight or another, but still so full and gorgeous.

I moan softly as I think of his words, of how he and I used to be best friends. How he always took care of me before he just cut me out. It wasn't for a bad reason, I guess. He fell in with the wrong crowd and wants to protect me from their retribution. And the thought that he's so worried for me, so thoughtful, makes me smile even if it is messed up.

I smell like his body wash, and I have to admit... it's enticing in ways it shouldn't be.

I've dealt with these feelings for so long, but living with him, just the two of us alone, has brought them back to the surface. It’s getting harder and harder to deny them. I don't even realize that my legs have parted, and that my hand is slowly snaking down the fluffy, white towel.

Maybe I should feel traumatized about what happened at the bar, and I do. I don't ever want to have to go back to work again. But I'm almost in shock, and all I can think about is Kaiden and how he'd rescued me, and how much I’d just wanted to kiss him. To let myself go and get wrapped up in him.

But that would require him to feel the same way, and he doesn't.

My fingers brush against my sex, and I let out a soft gasp of surprised pleasure. I'm already wet.

I imagine him coming into the room, finding me as I am, and walking over. His chest bare, his tattoos on display, as he licks his lips, running the piercing over it seductively.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. The expression on his face says it all as he looks over my freshly showered body, just the towel hiding me from his hungry, green eyes.

His hands touch on both of my knees as he leans on the bed, making it slant towards him as he puts his weight between me.

And then he leans down between my legs, kissing my clean little pussy, rubbing that tongue stud over my clit. I moan, my nipples stiffening beneath the towel as he reaches up beneath the fabric.

His hand dances along my stomach, loosening the towel as he reaches up and up before finding my small breast.

He's gentle, kind, exploring it with a tenderness I wouldn't expect from such a massive man. He lets out a growl between my legs as he begins lashing against my clit with more urgency. He looks up at me from between my legs, and I swear, they glitter with such passion and desire as if he's been waiting just as long for this as I have.

Thoughts of those broad, muscular shoulders rippling as he grasps my legs so tight and works his mouth over my pussy fill my mind. His big, powerful body focused upon me and mine, every rippling cord of sinew bulging as he lashes at my pussy.

An orgasm rushes through me unlike I've felt in a very long time. I don’t know if he could’ve got me off so fast if he were actually eating me out.

"Oh, Kaiden!" I cry out, my body arching and aching as I tremble atop my bed, bucking my hips into my hand as the fantasy disappears. I’m left alone in my small room, just the feeling of shame burning through my body.

I blush as I come down, inwardly reprimanding myself.

You swore you wouldn't fantasize about him anymore.

I sneer at the unwanted thought.

The last thing I need right now is my brain telling me off for feeling good for the first time in months. And it’s only a fantasy, something that will never happen. Something I’ll never let happen.

I get up, dropping my towel and changing into my nightgown, but just as I'm about to crawl back into bed, I hear a motorcycle coming down the road.

You should apologize, I told myself, even though with my skin still flushed from the orgasm that I fantasized he gave me. I knew it was the right thing.

I didn't treat him fairly, and if I'm going to be staying much longer, I'm going to need to make it right. To thank him for standing up for me and protecting me, to let him know that I appreciate his concern. That things are good between us.

But when he comes in with the blonde woman that had tipped me earlier, the same one who laughed at me as I was being assaulted?