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  “I’m going to walk her out. I will be right back,” I tell Emma.

  Charlotte and I walk out of the hospital. She’s leaning against me. I can tell she is tired.

  “You like her, don’t you?” Charlotte asks.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because you would never suggest this for anyone, and the way you look at her, it’s different. I’ve never seen you look at anyone like that before.”

  “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just helping out a friend.”

  “You can’t fool me, Rock. I know you have particular tastes, and I know you have been lonely.” Charlotte has always been able to read me well.

  We finally make it to the car. I help her in and walk over to the driver’s side where Breaker is.

  “Hey man, I’m going to grab my car and head back with Emma when she’s done. Your old lady was tanking in there, and I didn’t think it would be good to keep her any longer.”

  “You sure, man?” Breaker says as he looks at Charlotte in the passenger seat, who is now fast asleep.

  “Yeah, y’all drive safe, okay?”

  “Got it, brother. We will.” Buzz nods to me from the back. He doesn’t ask any questions, he understands. Liz is asleep on his shoulder.

  I walk to the back of the SUV and hit the side twice, and they drive off. I watch them for a moment and then head back into the hospital.

  I’m outside the curtain of the room in the ER that Emma is in and can hear the doctor hitting on her. I push open the curtain and walk in. He is casting up her hand.

  “How are you doing?” I ask, clenching my jaw a little.

  “I’m fine. He set my hand, and it feels so much better.”

  “Anything to make you feel good, my dear. We don’t want you in any pain,” the doctor says. This guy is getting on my nerves, he is way too feely and flirty.

  “Are we almost done in here, doc? I’m exhausted and we have a long drive home,” Emma says.

  “You’re welcome to stay at my place if you don’t feel like driving.” The doctor looks at me. “You too,” he says straight at me, kinda with a scowl.

  “We’ll be okay. I have my own place here.”

  “You do?” Emma asks.

  “Yes. I’m going to grab my car, and then we’re gonna head back.”

  “Okay,” she says.

  The doctor continues to work on her hand. “Alright, I’m all done here.”

  “Thank you, Henry.” Why is she on first-name basis with this douche?

  “You are most welcome.” He hands her a card. “If you need anything, anything at all, or if you need a tour guide in the city, I’m here for ya.”

  I grab the card from his hand.

  “Thanks, she will be okay.”

  “Thank you. I will be sure to remember that.”

  The nurse comes in and gives Emma some instructions for the cast and pain management.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket. My rideshare driver is here to take me to my apartment.

  “You ready, Emma?”

  “Yes, please take me home. I can’t wait for a shower and some clean clothes.”

  I take care of some paperwork at the front and pay her hospital bill. I don’t want her to worry about anything. As far as she knows, her care was taken care of by insurance.

  “The ride is over this way. He’s going to take us to my place so I can grab my car.”

  “Thank you.”

  I open the door to the SUV. It’s the best level of car by the rideshare. I help her in and follow suit on the other side of the back seat.

  “Hello,” the driver says. He reads off my address, and I confirm. We head towards my apartment.

  “How are you doing over there, Emma?”

  “I’m okay. I’m extremely exhausted and feel gross.” She looks really tired.

  “Did they give you any pain medication?”

  “Nothing more than ibuprofen, I didn’t want anything stronger.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, I don’t like the way they make me feel.”

  “We should be at my place in a few moments here.”

  “Why do you have a place in the city?” I knew she was going to ask something.

  “I like to get away sometimes. I have this place and my home back near the clubhouse as well.”

  “That’s cool.” She’s biting her lip again.

  “I like it. It’s very private.” We pull up to my high-rise apartment. “We’re here.”

  “You live here?”

  “Yeah. Let me go grab my keys, and we can get on the road.”

  “Hey, Rock.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you think we could stay the night? I don’t feel so hot right now, and I don’t think being in a car for over an hour will make me feel any better.”

  “Ughh.” I’ve never had a woman stay here in this place, at least not one that hasn’t signed a non-disclosure or one that I’m going to be seeing again.

  “Oh, um, I’m sorry for asking. Do you think you could drive me to a hotel? I think I saw a Motel 6.” There is no way in hell she is staying at a nasty-ass, cum-stained hotel.

  “You can stay here for the night. It’s okay. I was just taken aback.”

  “Okay.”

  We walk into the apartment. I nod to the doorman, and he smiles at Emma. He has only seen me bring in women I fuck and leave. We stand by the elevator waiting for it to come down. Emma leans against me. She smells like whiskey and some kind of perfume, something fruity like apples. The ding of the elevators brings me out of my apple-induced funk.

  “Come on, let’s head up.” We get into the elevator, and I press up to the penthouse.

  “You live in the penthouse?” she asks.

  “Yes.”

  “That’s cool.”

  We ride up the rest of the way in silence.

  “Here we are.” I open the doors of my apartment, and we walk in.

  “Wow!” She walks around in awe.

  I laugh a little. I’ve never seen someone so in awe.

  “This apartment is beautiful. I’ve never been in a place like this before.”

  “Thank you.” I just stand back and watch her take it all in.

  “Do you think…never mind.” She stops before finishing.

  I walk over to her and face her. “What is it?”

  “I feel bad for asking.”

  “Tell me, Emma.”

  “Do you think I could take a shower?”

  “Of course, anything you want, just ask, okay? I don’t want you to not ask me for something, I want you to feel comfortable.”

  “Do you have something I can wear to bed? I want to take this dress off.”

  “Yeah, I can get you a shirt, if that’s okay.”

  “That would be perfect.”

  “Come on, let me show you to the room you will be sleeping in.”

  I lead her to my bedroom, the master suite. It has a bathroom connected, and I think she will feel most comfortable here.

  “This room is beautiful. You really did a good job decorating.”

  “I hired out for that. I couldn’t do all this on my own. I’m more technologically inclined, I leave the decorating to someone else.”

  “Well, whoever did it is amazing.”

  I can’t help but watch the way her legs move and the hem of the bottom of her dress skimming over her thighs. I move to my closet and grab her a t-shirt to wear and a towel.

  “I brought you a shirt and a towel. Is there anything else I can get you?” I ask, handing her the towel and shirt.

  “I think that will be all. Thank you for everything.”

  “I’ll be right outside the door in the living room if you need anything.” I walk out.

  It’s been about ten minutes, and I haven’t heard the shower turn on. I hope she’s okay.

  Fuck it. I knock on the door. “Everything okay in there
?”

  “You can come in,” Emma yells.

  “Are you alright?”

  She is sitting on the bed trying to get her shoe off.

  “I can’t get my fucking shoes off.”

  “Let me help.” I move towards her. “Sit.” She sits down, and I kneel by her feet. “Let me have the first one.” She places her first foot on my lap. I move my hands along her foot to the straps and unlatch it. She moves her next foot onto my lap, and I take off the second. I massage her foot a little.

  “Oh, that feels too good.” She leans back a little, enjoying it.

  “I’m glad I can make you feel good.” Granted, I would love to do more, but I have to respect her boundaries, and she would probably be freaked out by the things I am into.

  “I wish I could make you feel good,” she says, blushing.

  “Is that right?”

  “Yeah, you’ve done so much for me, and I wish I could repay you somehow.”

  “Emma, I don’t want you to repay me with things you wouldn’t do otherwise. I’m not that kind of guy.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just, look at you and look at me. A guy like you would never go for a girl like me. EVER.”

  “I’m not even sure what you mean by that. I like who I like regardless of anything.” She stands up. I get up along with her and we are close, chest to chest. I can feel her breathing hard. “Believe me when I say, I like you.” I let my hard-on brush against her as I leave the room.

  “I will see you in the morning.” I walk out and shut the door behind me.

  I feel like such an asshole for her to even think she should have sex with me for everything that I’m doing. I’m doing these things because I like her, a lot. She is the first girl that has piqued my interest in a long time. I want her to be mine, I can’t believe she only wants to be with me because I’m being nice to her and that shit about a guy like me ever liking a girl like her. I don’t even know what the fuck that shit means.

  Chapter 10

  Emma

  I feel so awkward after the way Rock left the bedroom. He probably thinks I’m this hoe bag who offers herself to men because they are nice to her. I wasn’t lying when I said a guy like him never goes for a girl like me. He is this rich, intelligent, and sexy-as-hell guy, and I’m the plus-size chick who gets hit in the face with a statue and breaks her hand on a pervert.

  I take off my dress and hop into the shower. I need to clean the nasty club and the pervert’s touch off me. As I peel off my dress and it drops to the floor, I can’t help but notice that I have a scratch on the upper part of my thigh. I remember feeling a sting when that guy lifted my dress; he scratched me. How gross.

  I turn the water on and hold my casted hand up in the air to make sure I don’t get it wet. This is going to be a long couple of weeks trying to not get this thing wet. I can’t help but think of Rock; I feel bad. I think I upset him. I finish up in the shower and wrap a towel around myself.

  I finish drying myself off and put on the shirt Rock gave me. I won’t be able to sleep unless I smooth things over with Rock. I walk out of the bedroom and see him shirtless in a pair of sweatpants on the couch. He’s completely covered in tattoos. I had no idea. I can’t help but gawk at him. He’s ripped and godly looking. Holy fuck, he is amazing.

  “You okay over there?” he says, smirking. He caught me gawking.

  “Yeah.” I clear my throat.

  “Did you need something?”

  “I didn’t know you were so tattooed. I would never be able to tell. They are beautiful. Can I take a look?”

  “Did you come out here to look at my tattoos, Emma?”

  I can’t help but bite my lip. “I came out here because I’m sorry. I didn’t mean imply anything before. You’re a great guy and you’re helping me out and I appreciate it. I don’t want to seem ungrateful. You’re doing so much for me, and I don’t know how to repay you. I’ve only had bad experiences in the past where people expect things from me if they are nice.”

  He walks over to me. “You don’t have to repay me. When did I ever ask for anything in return?”

  “Never.” I bite my lip again. “It’s just common manners.” I see him staring at my lips. “Sorry, I have a habit of biting my lips when I’m nervous.”

  “Why are you nervous?”

  “I, ugh…” He moves closer towards me.

  “Does me being this close make you nervous?” He’s talking right against my lips, barely touching me but I can feel his breath. I can feel my breathing getting heavier.

  He leans down and gently gives me a peck on the lips and walks away.

  “You’re going to tease me like that?”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” he says with a huge sexy smile as he sits on the couch.

  I move and sit on the couch next to him.

  “Emma, why is there blood on my shirt?” Rock looks down angrily.

  “What? Where?” I look down at my shirt and notice blood just above my thigh.

  Rock grabs the shirt and lifts it, exposing my upper thigh.

  “What the fuck is that from?” He looks down at the scratch on my leg.

  “It’s just a scratch. The guy at the club was grabbing me, and he scratched me. I didn’t think anything of it until I was in the shower and felt a little sting. The scab must have fallen off when I dried off.”

  “Come on.” He stands and holds his hand out. He leads me to the kitchen.

  “Why are we in the kitchen?” I ask, confused. Before he says anything, he moves to me and lifts me up on the counter. I can’t help but yelp. No one has lifted me before. I’m not a lift able weight.

  “Did I hurt you?” He looks concerned.

  “Your counters are marble and freezing my ass.”

  “Oh.” He laughs. He is drop-dead sinful when he smiles and laughs.

  “It’s not funny, it’s cold. Why am I up on the counter, Rock?”

  He moves to a drawer and pulls out a box and brings it over to me.

  “I love counter fucking,” he says, looking at me.

  “What?” I swallow.

  “Relax. I’m just kidding. Let me see the scratch.” He starts laughing.

  I lift the shirt a little to show him the scratch while trying to cover my vagina. “There you go. Now you see it.” He really threw me off when he said that.

  He opens the box, a first aid kit. He grabs some antiseptic towelettes and a band aid. He starts to clean the scratch.

  “Ahh, it burns a little.” He leans down and blows on my thigh. My pussy is going to leave a wet mark on his counter. Control yourself, Emma.

  “Better?” he says, looking into my eyes.

  “Yes.” I can’t help my breathing getting faster. Asshole knows what he is doing, he’s smirking.

  “All done.”

  I hop off the counter and stand chest to chest with him. “Thank you.”

  “Anytime,” he says.

  We are standing extremely close again. I wish he would just kiss me. Don’t get me wrong, I like to be teased, but when you haven’t been with a man in a while, it really gets to ya.

  “Alright, I guess I will go to sleep. It’s been a long day, and I need to get used to having this thing on my hand,” I say, lifting my casted hand. I slide along the counter to try and slip away.

  “Wait,” he says as he puts his hand on my hip.

  “Yeah?” I turn back towards him. We are extremely close again, and he has me caged in with both of his hands on either side of me on the counter. He leans in and kisses me. Holy shit. He grabs me by the hips and lifts me to the counter again. “Ahh.”

  “Did I hurt you?” He looks worried.

  “No. The counter is cold again on my ass.”

  He starts laughing. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  He starts to kiss me again, this time with more vigor and force. Oh my fucking gosh, this guy knows how to kiss. I could orgasm from just his
mouth playing with mine. I feel like I can’t catch my breath. His tongue is swirling around mine, and he’s biting my lip. I can’t help but run my good hand on his abs, he is ripped like a model. He grabs my legs and lightly drags his nails across them. It doesn’t hurt; it’s a nice sensation, actually. He moves his hands up to my neck, slightly gripping it to hold me in place as he kisses me.

  “Mmm, oh god, Rock.”

  He rests his forehead against mine and breaks the kiss. We are both breathless.

  “Everything okay?” I ask him breathlessly.

  “Yeah, everything is perfect. I want you to get some rest; you’re tired and I don’t want to be selfish and keep you up.” He grabs me by the hips again and lifts me off the counter. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

  “Okay.”

  He’s right, I’m completely tired and a good night sleep would be wonderful. I would love for us to continue, but a sudden wave of exhaustion hits me. He grabs my uncasted hand and leads me to his bedroom.

  Chapter 11

  Rock

  I can’t believe I just fucking did that. This is the first time that I have had a woman in my apartment without fucking her and making her submit to me. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t help but think about her lying in my bed as I drift to sleep.

  Seven hours later…

  I wake up on my couch with a painful hard-on. Holy fuck, I’ve never been this hard before; I feel like a fucking teenager. I’m so used to having my needs met when I have them. I may need to visit Esclavage to find myself a sub if I keep getting this aroused constantly. I have the unmet need to spank, suck, and fuck someone hard. I don’t want to scare Emma away by exposing her to my world. I can’t tell if she is a vanilla type of girl or if she likes a little spice. I won’t push her. I don’t think she would submit to me.

  My phone starts to buzz against my coffee table. I grab it and answer, “Rock here.”

  It’s Breaker. “Where the fuck are you?” he yells.

  “I’m at my apartment in the city. Emma was too tired to sit in the car for the drive. We should be headed out that way soon.” What is going on? He has an edge in his voice that is making me anxious. Something must have happened.

  “You need to get back here now. Shit happened at the strip club last night after we got back.”