The Imperfections

Yep, I’m in trouble.

Dread settles over me, but it doesn’t feel as heavy with the bliss of my orgasm still wrapped around me. I’m too fucking spent to move much, but I haul my weight over so I’m not crushing her and scoot back to my side of the bed.

I start to drift off, but I’m pulled back by the sound of her soft voice.

“Can I put my nightgown back on now?”

My head’s too heavy to move when I try to shake it, so I offer a slurred, “No. Come here.”

She tentatively moves closer as I reach out my arm to grab her. I pull her into my side, enjoying the way her soft breasts press against my skin. Been a long damn time since I went to bed with a woman.

It feels nice to hold her, but after a few minutes when my brain starts to leave my cock and return to my head, I realize I can’t just go to sleep. I’m too tired; I’ll sleep too heavily, and I can’t risk her getting away—especially after that fuck. She might not have reported Theo the other night because she had some lingering feelings for him, but I added abduction to the list of sins against her, and she doesn’t give two shits about me. If her little ass escapes my house tonight, she’s going straight to the cops with a pussy full of my cum, and I’m going straight to jail.

That’s a sobering enough thought that I let her go and climb off the bed.

She watches me as I grab her nightie off the floor then pick up the bag of clothes I told her she could bring. “What are you doing?” she asks.

Without answering, I return to my side of the bed and open the nightstand drawer, drawing out a small silver key. Then I walk over to the hand-carved wooden chest in the corner and unlock it. Finally, I drop her clothes into it on top of some ammo and an extra handgun I keep locked up. I secure the chest, check the lock, and head back to bed without explanation.

Gaping at me, she demands, “Why’d you just lock up all my stuff?”

“Can’t have you going anywhere,” I explain. I hold up the key to show her then climb back in bed. Once I’m comfortable, I reach beneath my back and push the key under my body.

She stares at me, her jaw hanging wide open. “How rude.”

I crack a little smile at her outrage before warning her, “If I wake up to your hands on my body, I’m gonna want to fuck you again, so I wouldn’t try it.”

“You didn’t have to take my things. I wouldn’t have gone anywhere,” she says, like she’s offended I don’t trust her. “I don’t even know where I am.”

“Mm-hmm,” I murmur skeptically as I close my eyes.

“Will I get them back tomorrow?” she demands. “You told me to pack things so I wouldn’t have to be naked all the time, and now here I am, forced to be naked.”

“Close that pretty little mouth and settle in,” I tell her. “It’s time to get some sleep. I’ve got another long day ahead of me tomorrow, and I don’t need you yapping and keeping me awake.”

She huffs, yanking the sheet up around her bare body and rolling over with her back to me. I open one eye and look over at the back of her blonde head. Suddenly, the small distance between us on the bed feels too far.

I slide my right arm under her body and yank her across the bed until her ass is back against my hip. I curl my arm around her small waist so I can hold her close, half-expecting her to fight my hold since she’s pouting, but she doesn’t.

“If it counts for anything, I’m glad I didn’t kill you tonight,” I tell her.

“You’re a true romantic,” she spits back acerbically.

I smirk at her temper and my arm tightens around her. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I’ll take better care of you tomorrow.”

After a minute or so passes, she says, “It’s not really your fault you hurt me.”

I frown, opening my eyes and glancing over at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you gripped my hip too tight and your nails bit into my skin, but inside me… I think something that happened the other night… I think I might have a tear or something. It stings just to pee, so of course it wasn’t comfortable to have you thrusting inside me. It wasn’t anything you did, though. It was because of something else.”

The blood in my veins drops several degrees and a lump of something unpleasant settles in my gut. When Theo told me the story earlier, I didn’t especially care, but the way she stumbles apologetically over this explanation of why it hurt her to be fucked tonight by someone she didn’t even want to fuck her… well, I’m feeling a little salty about it.