Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Thanks for the reminder, sweet girl. We’re going to focus on now, right?”
She nodded, and her faint smile returned.
Vex stood her up and pushed down the soiled jeans. She wasn’t wearing panties. He understood immediately she’d used them as a pad and guessed she’d attempted to rip her shirt for the same purpose. Controlling the burst of anger that flared inside him was hard. His red hair was a good warning sign of the natural combustibility that had gotten him into a lot of trouble during his youth.
Lifting her out of the heavy material, he carried her to the large walk-in shower. He’d leave his pants on to avoid scaring her. After setting her on her feet and wrapping an arm around Angel’s waist to support her, Vex turned on the water to warm. “I bet this will feel good to get off,” he commented as he unfastened her bra and tossed it.
Her faint sigh of relief barely reached his ears over the rushing liquid.
“Let’s walk into the water, Angel. Is that too hot?”
She wobbled forward with his assistance and lifted her face into the spray. When she leaned out of the flow to breathe, her smile lit up the room.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet clean will be even better.” After helping her turn to get her skin wet, Vex supported her with one arm as he reached for his usual bodywash. He smoothed the liquid soap over her shoulders, rubbing her skin gently. She arched her spine like a cat loving pets and leaned into his touch.
When he leaned over to wash the back of her legs and butt, she jolted forward into the spray. Vex tightened his arm around her to hold her in a safe place. “Whoa, Angel. You’re okay.” He cleaned her quickly but completely, gritting his teeth at the condition she was in.
Her frame was reed thin. How ever many days she’d spent in that room had transformed what he guessed had been her fashionable trim shape to gauntness. Turning her to face him, Vex then cleaned her feet and legs first.
Angel sagged more against him. Her energy definitely dropped with each passing minute. Vex washed her arms and torso, pretending he didn’t notice her small, upturned nipples and that her blonde hair was natural.
He needed to wash her hair, but she was almost deadweight against his supporting arm. He guessed she was out of gas. After grabbing his shampoo from the rack, Vex scooped her up and sat down cross-legged on the tiled floor. He helped her lean forward into the spray to wet her hair.
Sitting up, he rounded his torso to hold her as he had while on the bike. He poured a good amount of shampoo on her hair and smoothed the lather through her tresses. Rubbing his fingers over her scalp, Vex focused on removing the grime with the suds. Her sweet moans of pleasure at his treatment went straight to his crotch despite his best efforts to control his burgeoning erection.
Finally, he helped her rinse away the grime. Her hair was not only blonde but a beautiful sun-kissed, almost white shade. His baby liked to be outside.
He smiled at that thought as he lifted them both to their feet and turned off the water. Grabbing a towel from the hooks at the far end of the stall, he wrapped Angel in the thick cloth. Before snagging the other for himself, he considered the pool of water beneath him.
His soaked jeans had to weigh eight pounds. He’d slog water everywhere if he walked into the bathroom with those on. Quickly, Vex stripped off his pants, hoping she wouldn’t notice his stiff cock tenting his boxer briefs as he covered himself with a towel around his waist.
Angel nestled on his chest with her eyes closed. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom. She needed to eat but was already ninety percent asleep. Rest would have to come first.
He pulled a clean T-shirt from a drawer and threw back the covers on his bed. He’d changed the sheets two days ago. They’d have to do. A slight snore came from her lips as he laid her on the bed. Vex decided not to wake her by putting on the shirt but simply spread the covers over her slight form.
Standing by the bed, he watched her sleep. Her face contorted, reflecting whatever she was dreaming. When she cringed from an imaginary threat, he whispered, “Rest, Little girl. I’m here to make sure you’re safe.”
Her hand sneaked out from under the covers and curled around his lower thigh. Contact with him seemed to calm her. Vex waited until she dozed easily and then eased away. The moment her fingers slipped from his skin, her reaction to nightmares reignited.
Vex juggled maintaining a touch with her skin as he got ready to join her. After roughly rubbing the water from his skin and taking off his wet underwear, he wrestled with the decision between leaving her to grab clothes or being naked. Unwilling to upset her by losing contact, Vex climbed in beside her. She curled against him with a contented sigh. Vex wrapped his arms around her and held her as she tumbled into a restorative sleep.