Yeah, it’s the middle of the night and I woke him up. Porter usually works the early shift, so I know I’ll hear back from him in the early afternoon. Setting my phone down, I strip out of my clothes and jump in the shower. I don’t care if the water is hot, warm, or freezing cold at this point. The only thing I want is to take a shower to wash the grime from travelling off me so I can climb into bed.
Leaving my towel in the bathroom, I make my way into my room after grabbing my phone. I set it on the nightstand and slide under the covers. My bed smells like Gwen as I lay down. Letting her scent wash over me, I close my eyes so I can get a few hours of sleep. When I wake up, she’ll know I’m home because I’m bringing her back here with me. It’s not ideal, but we’ll be under the same fucking roof. Rich can stay for now as backup and we’ll spend our time together. Well, when I’m not out searching for these douche canoes.
It’s not long before sleep consumes me. My dreams are filled with pictures of Gwen floating on a loop through my mind.
Chapter Thirteen
Gwen
IT’S BEEN TWO weeks since Killer got home and brought me back to his house from my sister and Fox’s. Whoever is after me is still out there and no one is any closer to figuring out who it is then we were before Killer came home. He’s been out searching all over for anyone new in town, talking to contacts in order to gain information, and anything else he can do in order to figure out who he’s looking for.
Every time he walks back through the door, frustration fills his face. When he looks at me, he tries to mask it, but it doesn’t work. I can see the frustration and anger lurking behind his eyes. We go to bed every night after eating dinner with Rich. While we’re in bed, we watch TV and talk about our lives. He knows everything I’ve been through now. The torture, rape, pain, and everything that’s ever been done to me. For some reason I can’t explain, Killer isn’t shocked by anything I tell him.
He’s the first person, other than my group, I’ve told my stories to. Honestly, I feel even lighter than I did when I talked in front of the members of the group I attend. I’m not sure if it’s because someone I personally know has heard the truth of my life before coming here or if it’s because Killer is the one who has heard my secrets. The deep, dark secrets I’ve been hiding for so long they fill me with dread and terror on a daily basis.
I’m the main one who talks while Killer simply listens. He wraps me in his arms and holds me tight while the pain pours out of me. Not only in my words but in the tears I shed. Killer wipes my tears away, places a soft kiss against my lips, and then takes me to the shower. He makes the water as hot as I can stand it before stripping me of whatever I’m wearing; usually something of his. Together we shower. He washes me and then holds me for a while before shutting the water off, drying me off, and then leading me back to bed.
When we head back to bed, neither one of us wears any clothes. Killer wraps his arms around my body and holds me close to him. I spend every single night with his washboard abs, hard cock, and muscled legs against my own. His hard, muscled arms wrap around me and keep the demons at bay. Even telling him what I’ve been through, my nightmares don’t return. Killer is the one who helps me fight them off and I’ll be eternally grateful to him for that.
My body always responds to his being wrapped around my own. I ache so bad for him it’s a constant pain. Knowing Killer, he’s going to wait for me to make the first move. He won’t do anything I’m not ready for and I don’t have the first clue how to let him know what I want from him. I can’t even put it into words in my own head so there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to tell him what I want.
There are only a handful of people I’ll be able to talk to about this; the ol’ ladies of the club. It’s not like I want them to know what I feel and want from Killer. I know they’ll keep my secret though. No one will know about our talk. Ever. The only thing they’ll do is help me figure out how to accomplish letting Killer know I’m ready for more with him. So, with Rich in the room he’s staying in and Killer out looking some more, I pick up my phone and make a call.
“What’s up, Gwen?” Sam answers her phone.
“I need help. From all the ol’ ladies of the club,” I say before I can chicken out.
“We’ll be there in ten. You called when we’re all at the clubhouse,” she says before hanging up the phone on me.
While waiting for them, I open the door to grab the mail. Killer moved the mailbox up closer to the porch so I can get it without having to go all the way to the road. Pulling out several envelopes, I sort through them until I find one with my name on it. setting the rest of the mail on the counter where I always put it for Killer to go through, I open it so I can pull the contents out.
There’s one single piece of paper in the envelope. It’s the size of an index card but a regular sheet of printer paper. Typed in the center of the paper is a message. It’s short and to the point.
I’m coming for you. No one can save you from me.
I drop the paper as if it’s on fire and burning the hell out of me. Rich comes around the corner and sees me once again trembling from head to toe while I want to throw up. Instead, I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. He reads the letter and pulls his phone out. I don’t hear him talk on the phone as my thoughts swirl and jumble together.
At the same time, the ol’ ladies come through the door. They take one look at me and crowd me. Kim is the one who is wrapped around me though. She’s my sister and the rest of the women give this to her. Tears are filling her eyes as I shed my own.
“What’s going on?” Sam finally asks me.
“I got another note from whoever’s after me. I shouldn’t have called any of you here. It’s not safe,” I inform them as Rich disappears in the background.
“Okay. The guys will take care of it. For now, why did you call us over here?” Jennifer says in an attempt to get my mind off things I can’t control.
“Well, um, I don’t know how to say this. But, I definitely don’t want to say it where anyone else can hear me,” I respond.
They all look at me before leading me to the bedroom Killer and I share. Once the door is shut firmly behind us, the women stand around me in a circle so I can let them know what I want.
“I’m so frustrated. Every night Killer and I sleep together in this bed. Neither one of us wears any clothes and I feel every single, muscled inch of his body. I’m in pain, you know,” I pause looking down at the floor because I can’t bring myself to finish what I was saying.
Sam is the first one to respond. She bursts out laughing her ass off. The rest of the women, including myself, look at her as if she’s finally lost her damn mind. It takes a matter of minutes before Jennifer and Shy join in on her laughter. Kim and I are looking at the rest of them as if we’re the only two sane women in the damn room.
“You’re sexually frustrated and want a piece of Killer’s cock,” Sam finally manages to say, making my sister finally laugh with the rest of them.
“I don’t see what’s so funny about it,” I mutter, leaving them to their laughter as I walk away and sit down on the bed with my head in my hands.