Six(31)

I work to distract my thoughts of his sexiness and listen to him intently.

"My mom left us when we were young, so it was just the three of us. My dad would beat the shit out of me growing up, but really never touched Piper until I started fighting him back. Guess he decided he liked hitting innocent people who don't have a chance at fighting back. I stopped him that night and the police took her to live somewhere else. My whole reason for staying was gone, so I had no trouble leaving with Tex to make a new life for myself."

"Tex sounds like a great guy."

"Yeah, he’s a great old man. He handed me the club a few months ago. He treats me like his son, so I treat him like a real father should be treated." He stops talking and an awkward silence quickly surrounds us. I think he’s reached his limit of sharing. Either that or his cigarette ended.

"You still want that shower?"

"Yes, I think it'll make me feel better. The thought of those disgusting guys on me makes me want to scrub my skin."

"Towels and everything should be in the cabinet. Sorry, I don't have the frilly soap."

"I brought my stuff. Thanks, though." We both stand. The cool from the night air sends a chill over my arms. I start shivering as I stand there and watch him watch me. He's so intense with his look and I have no idea what he's thinking.

He holds his arms open so I step against him, allowing him to hold me. Closing my eyes, I let him make me feel safe for a few seconds, knowing it will quickly change soon. It always does. Feeling safe never lasts in my world. If I'm not in danger in my real life, I always tend to be in my nightmares as I relive the tragedy over and over.

"Six. I hate that this happened to you again tonight. I promise to take care of this for you. Soon, you'll never have to worry about those guys. I'll spend all of my resources in this MC making sure of it if I have to." His tight squeeze on me is meant as reassuring, but I can't help but still have worry in the back of my mind. Too many people are now involved and I just really don't want to see anyone else get hurt.

"Do you remember any details on any of the guys back then?" I wish I could tell him yes. I wish I could give him something unique that will be a dead giveaway of who is behind all of this, but I can't.

"I really only got to see the one guy who talked to me. He had strawberry blonde hair and a clean cut face. I don't remember anything else. I've tried so hard to remember something else, but never could."

"We'll find them. I have really good guys in my club. The amount of security and with our reach in the community, we should be able to figure this out." I take his words with me as I move for the shower. I need this shower more than I've ever needed one in my life.

I turn on the water to the hottest setting possible. I need to scorch my skin to hopefully feel even the slightest bit cleaner. How can I wash off the vile feeling of those men touching and forcing themselves on me? I've yet to figure this out and it's been fifteen years.

Steam fills the room quickly and I remember that I left my bag on his bed. Opening the door, I slip out and pick it up. He turns to look at me from the window just as I do. Glancing his way, I try to send him a small smile. He's tortured too. He's in hell with me and I hate it.

"I'm going to take that hot shower and try to wash the nastiness off of me. You gonna be alright?" He nods and I close the door, sliding my shirt over my head and my jeans down my legs just before the door opens.

"What are you doing?" I don't even try to cover myself, he's seen everything anyway. He reaches over his head, behind his back and lifts his shirt over his head, uncovering his perfect torso. My eyes are drawn to his ink and his hand as he brushes it over his chest, pausing when he passes over his nipple piercings.

He runs his hands over my shoulders, lacing his fingers through my bra straps as he slides them down my arms. The sensation of his touch slides down my skin with him and has me reaching for his belt.

"I'm going to help you erase their touch." He leans forward and kisses my neck, moving toward my ear before his deep voice rumbles over it. "Because I'm going to touch every single inch of your body so that I'm the last man to touch you in any spot you can possibly point at." His hands move lower as he fills his hands with my ass, squeezing firmly.

Oh shit. I'll take it. I can think of worse ways to try to erase bad memories. It may not help remove them completely, but I can definitely see new memories helping to ease them.

He pulls his belt loose, dropping his jeans to the floor with mine. He's commando. Damn that's sexy. My eyes are caught by his 'Forever Greatful' tattoo across his chest. I remember thinking how conceited he must be to permanently ink something so vain on his chest. Then tonight I felt like shit when I opened the book on his dresser. Piper was so young. It melted me tremendously to see that he put her words on his chest. It shows he's not worried about what people think and that he stays true to himself and the people he loves unconditionally.