Pure Love

9

Ben

“Idon’t have anything to wear.” I lean on the doorframe watching Bunny hop around the closet trying to find something to wear. She’s adorable even when flustered. “Don’t I need like leather pants and a leather jacket or something?”

She turns to face me, her face pleading for guidance. This is another thing I shouldn’t be getting off on. How she is always looking to me to guide her hand. It’s not that I don’t want her to do things on her own. If she wants to, I’m more than okay with that, but there is something about her always looking to me that makes me want to puff out my chest.

“Babe, it’s an MC club in a warehouse. Jeans and a shirt are fine.”

“I think I’ve got some jeans.” She’s off again, shuffling through the hangers.

I’ve learned a lot about my girl over the last week. She prefers flowy dresses with strappy sandals. Dresses that taunt me to no end. Pink and Ollie had brought her a wide range of things, but once I saw she was favoring the dresses, I took her shopping today so she could pick up more. I want her to have the things that make her comfortable.

If this place starts to feel like home, then maybe she’ll make that permanent because she hasn’t said anything about clearing out her old place. Not that I’m sure it’s time to do that. Only because I don’t know if someone might be watching it. Waiting for her to return.

“I didn’t mean you have to wear jeans. I was just saying that it can be pretty casual so you can wear whatever you want.” I’d prefer it if she was covered from head to toe, but I don’t say that out loud.

I fear she’s going to think I’m overbearing if I say or press too much, so I try and keep those things tucked away the best I can. Right now, that’s not too hard. She’s still healing and clings to me for safety, but I know in time she’s going to start to want her space. I want her to feel safe even when I’m not around, but damn, do I love when she clings to me. I’m savoring that while I have it.

“How about this?” She holds up a pair of jeans, a sexy black shirt that looks like it’s going to show a ton of cleavage, and a pair of pink strappy sandals. Fuck me. “Wait! Shorts. It was warm today.” She ditches the jeans and finds a pair of jean shorts. “You don’t like them?” Her face falls, meaning mine must be giving something away.

“Babe, you can wear a brown paper bag, and I’m still going to want to touch you constantly.”

“Well, I like when you touch me, and this means you’ll have more places to touch.”

She’s killing me here. Our days are about the same. I wake to her wrapped around me, wiggling around, wanting her morning orgasm, which I give her before I slip from the bed while she falls back to sleep for a little. I handle my dick before I get dressed and make us breakfast and then we head into Hart Bonds.

My morning trip to the bathroom isn’t the only one I have to take throughout the day. I swear my dick is perpetually hard when she’s around. It’s not only me, though; lately I find that Bunny wants to get off more than once a day. She has this little tell where she’ll start nibbling on her bottom lip and wiggling all around when she’s turned on.

Yesterday I locked my office door and had my hand up her dress while she sat in my lap straddling me. Her hips moved back and forth as I played with her little hard clit. It was pure torture not to tug down her dress and suck one of her tits into my mouth. I have to admit that I didn’t even make it to the bathroom that time. Came all inside my jeans. I’m not even embarrassed about it.

“Will you get me?” Bunny walks over and gives me her back. I undo the top hook on her flowy dress, the back falling open. All that soft skin of hers is too tempting. I lean in and trail a few kisses across it.

“If you keep this up, we’re never going to leave this house,” I say against her skin.

“Normally I’d be okay with that, but your sister and Pink texted to make sure I was still coming. They want me to meet Vee.” She beams at me excitedly.

“Fine,” I grumble, knowing I can only keep my Bunny to myself for so long. I’m happy she’s getting along with the girls so well. As much as I don’t want to share her, I know the more bonds she forms here, the harder it will be for her to want to leave.

Bunny does a little wiggle, letting her dress drop to the floor. I suck in a breath and turn away from her or we really won’t be leaving anytime soon.

“I’ll wait in my office,” I tell her before I dip out of our bedroom. I check my emails to see if I have any new updates about the asshole who forked out a chunk of money for Bunny. We know now without a doubt he’s still searching for her.

I sent someone to check out Bunny’s studio apartment. When she’d first gone missing, the police checked over her place, and everything was fine. That wasn’t the case yesterday. Someone had broken into her place and ransacked it.

I fight the anger that tries to take hold of me. I’ve always been so good with staying calm. I can usually roll with the punches. That isn’t the case when it comes to my Bunny. The protectiveness I feel for her outweighs any I’ve experienced in my life. That’s saying a lot since I grew up with a little sister.

There is a second email from Knox letting me know that the law office she worked for before she went missing has been pushing for more updates. My time is up when it comes to hiding her away. Or at least hiding that she’s no longer missing. I don’t fault the law firm she worked for about pressing the issue. They know something is up since the local police there haven’t been doing much to search for her. The lawyers at the firm are using their weight to get information.

I fire off an email to let them know she’s been found but that’s all the information we’re giving at the moment. The police can drop the missing persons case on her. I also let Knox know I’m sending someone up to clean out her place and pack up anything that wasn’t destroyed.

“Everything okay?” Bunny asks from the doorway of my office. “You look pissed.” She draws closer, coming around my desk. I shut my laptop before she drops into my lap. I debate how much I want to tell her right now. I don’t want to overwhelm her with it, but I also know she has a right to know. I already told her that I wanted her to lay low and stay away from her apartment.

“More than fine.” I grip her hip. “Do you mind if I have your old place packed up?”

“But I live there.” Her brows pull together.

“Thought you lived here?”

“I mean, I do, but what happens later?”

“Place has shitty security, and I know it’s where you were taken from. You’re not going back there.” I realize as soon as the words are out of my mouth how much of a controlling asshole I sound like, but Bunny only smiles.

“Then why are you asking if you’re issuing orders?” she teases me. Damn, she always makes things easy for me.

“So it’s settled. I can get your shit from there and bring it here?”

“If it’s no trouble,” she agrees.

“You’re far from trouble, Bunny.” I pull her down for a kiss, not caring about how much skin she’s showing in those damn shorts. All I care about is that I’m one step closer to having my Bunny here permanently.