Then she thought about them making love and how perfect it was. They didn’t seem to be affected by her scars. They basically proved to her that they cared so much about her and wanted to make her their woman that nothing else mattered. But were they telling her the truth or just appeasing her fears? How would she know?
She wondered if what Caroline told her was true. If love was more powerful than any fear. That she needed to learn to trust these men and fight for her freedom from the past and the fear that had held her back and kept her living in trepidation.
She wanted to be strong, but then she would think about Blade and Skip, and the slimy smile on Mickie’s face as he watched. Even when he looked at her in Charlesburgh, it was like he had every right to touch her or even have access to her body. It wasn’t right. It made her feel sick, dirty, not human, but more like prey.
The tears filled her eyes and she jumped when she heard the voice.
“Are you okay in here?” Kenneth asked her.
She swallowed hard. Was she okay, or was she starting to get panicked all over again? She turned off the water. “All done,” she said with very little enthusiasm, and when she opened the shower door to grab her towel, Kenneth was there holding one and looking concerned.
“You’re not okay,” he said and opened the towel and she stepped into it. He wrapped her up and held her close as he dried her off.
“What were you thinking about? I hope not second thoughts about us all making love,” he added.
“No, not that. That made me very happy, Kenneth.”
He smiled as he bent slightly to look her in the eyes. “Good, then what’s bothering you?”
“A lot of things? I can’t stop my brain from questioning stuff.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know,” she said, pulling the towel closer and then walking in front of the mirror to grab her brush.
He stood behind her and leaned against the other set of cabinets with his arms crossed and only wearing dress pants.
“Well, I find when things are a bit crazy and I can’t seem to process everything, I talk it out. Tell me what you were thinking and I’ll see if I can help.”
She was silent a moment. “But what if it’s about you and your brothers?”
“That’s an even better way to figure it out because we’re right here and can clear up any misconceptions you might have. Now shoot,” he said in that tone of his that was all boss and a man in charge. When he got in lawyer mode, he was even more dominant.
“Well, what happens now at work?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sleeping with my boss,” she said to him.
He smiled. He looked her over. “I’m thinking that there’ll be perks,” he said and stepped closer, undid her towel, and let it fall.
He ran his hands along her arms and then placed her hands on the counter in front of her. Through the mirror her breasts stood out full and aroused. He then gripped her hips and pulled them back so she was bent over slightly.
“I may need you for some special assignments in my office during the day or late at night,” he said, whispering against her shoulder. His scruff on his cheeks tickled her skin.
“Oh really? Like what kind of special assignments?”
He stroked a finger along her ass then to her pussy. “Assignments that will entail a lot of special training for you.”
“Oh,” she moaned. “Training?” she asked.
He thrust his fingers deeper. “Yes, like how to keep very quiet while I fuck this pussy over my desk with your breasts laying on my paperwork, screwing things up. It will cost ya, too.”
“Cost me?” she practically moaned.
Smack.
She gasped.