I slowly made my way into the living room and settled on the sofa, pulling a light weight blanket over me as it had turned a little chilly. I could hear Diesel finishing up in the kitchen but my eyes betrayed me as they became heavy and I could feel myself slowly falling asleep.
“Ink, I need to move you to the bedroom babe.” I opened my eyes slowly, Diesel was lifting me gently from the sofa. I leant into him, snuggling against his hard chest. He carried me into my bedroom and placed me on the bed, pulling the cover up over me to keep me warm. “Are you coming to bed?” I asked sleepily. He looked torn as to what to do, which I found strange. He came back over to the bed and lay on the covers, gently putting one arm around me holding me close. “You need to get your rest babe.” He said quietly, stroking my hair so that it was out of my face. I was enjoying the close contact but I was exhausted and drifted slowly to sleep.
I woke the following morning to the same routine and this continued throughout the week. Amy and Jimmy came to babysit and Diesel would come home around dinner time with various takeaways. Every evening he would put me to bed and lay with me for a while but he wouldn’t initiate anything. What was wrong with him? Didn’t he want me?
It was now Thursday evening, twelve days after my attack. I was feeling better although still sore. Diesel had put me to bed again and had left me alone, to snooze on the sofa rather than lay with me. I shouldn’t moan, he’d been perfectly attentive, looking after my needs. Well not all of them! I was craving for his touch but he wasn’t interested or prepared to discuss further. I picked up my phone and contacted the only person I thought could help me.
Got an issue. R U OK to chat? Ink x
I didn’t have to wait long for a response.
R U OK? Do U need me 2 come over?
Not that kind of issue, it’s more personal. Has Diesel spoken 2 U about me? Ink x
Regarding what?
Sex! Ink x
His response didn’t come as quickly as the other messages.
Try talking 2 Diesel about this.
Have tried, he’s not interested. Has he mentioned why? Ink x
You’re putting me in a situation!
I know. That’s why U love me! Is it coz I’m a virgin? Ink x
I waited for his response already knowing the answer.
Yes!
Thank U Spike. I O U 1 x
What for?
I now know what I need 2 do!
And that is?
;-) x
And with that, I put my phone into my bag and settled back into bed. Tomorrow was another day and I was going to rectify my situation.
Chapter 9
Harlow
I thought I would be incapacitated for a lot longer than I was. Doc visited frequently to examine me and give the required pain relief. I was now moving around much easier, although I was still in a lot of pain. The bruises were fading and I could now cover the marks on my face with make-up. I had decided to pay Diesel a visit today at the garage and thought that I would take him lunch as a surprise.
Things had been a little strained over the past two weeks, especially after my little outburst in the kitchen about my sexual experiences or lack of! It was like he was handling me with kid gloves. We spooned most nights but when I tried to make a move on him or talk about sex, he clammed up or would mention not wanting to hurt me due to my injuries. I was sick of being treated like a baby, I was a woman with needs!
I took a long hot shower carefully shaving every part of my body which took a lot longer than normal because of my injuries. I took extra time applying my make-up and blow dried my hair leaving it down just how Diesel liked it. The bruises around my wrists had also faded but I still put on a little concealer to make sure they couldn’t be seen. I put on my skinny jeans and a black vest top with a plunging neck line and topped this off with my leather jacket. After assessing myself in the mirror I liked what I saw and was hoping that Diesel would too.
I packed the sandwiches, crisps and chocolate cake that I’d prepared into my rucksack and went into the living room. Jimmy looked me up and down, “You look hot, Harlow. Diesel won’t be able to resist.” Jimmy was privy to my plan but his comment made me feel good making me smile, not a false smile like I’d been putting on for the last few weeks but a full teeth showing smile. I hugged him, much to his surprise. “Thank you Jimmy, I appreciate that.” He looked confused but smiled and took my rucksack.
We walked outside, “Your chariot awaits.” Jimmy pointed towards the Harley. How the hell was I getting on that in my condition and wearing these fucking tight jeans. I smiled not wanting to look ungrateful and walked over to the bike running my hand along the seat. Jimmy was doing me a favour but when I asked him for a lift, I thought he would use his brain and borrow the clubs 4x4.