Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

I comply to her demand and pull it up over the back of my head and toss it to the floor.

Shelly places a towel on me, draping it over my bare shoulders. Her tit presses against my cheek as she leans over my shoulder from behind to smooth the navy-blue cotton towel out. I want to bite her but refrain...for now.

She moves around the kitchen, humming a tune I don’t recognize.

“Whatcha singing?”

“Hmmm? Oh, I don’t know.” She shakes her head, confusion etched in her eyes. “It must be something I liked but what, I don't know.”

Running the faucet in the sink, she wets her hands then rubs them over my beard.

Tilting my head back, I get a face full of her tits. I’m not sure how long I can handle this without making a move to scratch my itch to have her perfect titties in my mouth. Her fucking sinful body under me, crying out my name when I fuck her hard from behind.

The electric razor starts, and she gets to work shaving away my wirey hair. She stops every so often to clear the hair from the razor. I close my eyes and enjoy her taking care of me. I’ve never let anyone do something so intimate as shave my beard or cut my hair.

The last person to give me a haircut was Kristen and I was probably nine.

Shelly’s fingers strum through my hair, combing the tangles as she wets the strands.

“Feel good?”

I open my eyes to see her staring down at me with her lips quirked up in a sexy smirk.

I grunt out a rough, “yeah.” I clear my throat. “You gonna tell me that fantasy now?”

“Tell me something about you. What I am going to tell you is very personal. I think it only fair you tell me something personal first.”

I want to tell her fuck no, but something pushes me to open up about Kristen. “I had a stepsister once. She used to cut my hair. No one has since she…” I trail off not wanting to go into detail. Not wanting to share that piece of me. No one needs to hear that fucked up story. The one I lived through.

“What was her name?” Shelly’s voice is soft, hypnotic…pulling the information out of me against my will.

“Name was Kristen. You remind me of her in small ways.”

“Is that why you wanted to help me? To save me from the bad people who wanted to hurt me?”

“Something like that,” I tell her, feeling like a lousy shit for lying. I can’t tell her the truth. Not yet. I’m not ready to give this up. Being here with her is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

The scissors snip at my hair, the strands slipping away, making me feel lighter.

“Your turn,” I demand.

“Right….” she hesitates. “Promise me you won’t think I am crazy.”

“Cross my heart.” I make the motion of crossing my heart.

“I mean it. If you laugh...,” her tone is playful as she mock threatens me with the scissors.

“You have my word.” My word has been the one constant I could depend on until I saw Shelly. Now that I have her here I will do anything to make her stay.

Chapter Seventeen

—Shelly—

Charlie is looking at me expectantly. Waiting for me to share my fantasy. I hope this doesn't change the way things seem to be going between us. I feel so safe with him. I don't know who is after me or why, but I feel like being here with him is where I belong.

I look down at him and all his tattoos, wondering what they stand for. What they mean to him. I get the feeling they tell a story. His story. I hope one day he will open up and share his truth with me.

“You want to know what my fantasy is, and I promised to tell you. But first...see what you think.” I move around to the front of him and take his hands in mine. Pulling him to his feet, I lead him to the bathroom.