Guard Me (Broken Heroes 4)

Even with her being a little too skinny for my liking, her body is undeniably beautiful and I have the sudden urge to kiss that body all over. To hear and feel her beneath me.

Fuck. No. I shake the thought away, and instead focus on turning the water on. I adjust the temperature of the water, waiting for the water to warm. The pipes squeak slightly, and once the water starts to fill the bathroom with steam I turn towards her.

She takes an uncertain step towards the shower, and I start to peel my own clothing off. Since there is no fucking way I’m letting her shower alone I might as well get my shower for the evening in too. When I’m down to nothing but my boxers I look up at her. It’s then I realize just how different we look. She’s all smooth creamy white skin, and I’m dark, with scars, and tattoos.

Fear fills her gaze, and I realize that I probably should’ve told her I was going to be taking a shower with her. Gripping the edge of my boxers I shove them down my muscled thighs.

If she’s going to be afraid then she is…but either way we’re taking a shower.

“Take your underwear off,” I order, stepping into the shower extending a hand to her. She stands there frozen in place for a few seconds. Frustration fills my veins. Patience isn’t something I have, not with my men, and not with anyone else in my life, but I know I have to be patient with her. At least a little bit. I give her a few more moments. I’m about to grab her and pull her in when she dips two fingers into her panties and pulls them down with shaking hands.

When she stands back up she takes my hand and I gently tug her into the shower with me. The space is small, and suddenly I’m aware of just how fucking bad of an idea this is.

Chapter Four

Violet

He’s huge. That’s all I can think in that moment. Like huge, and I don’t just mean his penis. I mean his body overall. How is it that he can seem bigger without any clothes on? I look him up and down, his eyes are an intense gray, a color that reminds of the sky before a storm. He’s built and I do mean built, like a tree standing thick, and strong in the forest. A forest with integrate tattoos all over. He has way more than the neck tattoo I have already seen. One arm is completely covered and the other one is half covered. There are two large ones on his chest and multiple pieces on his back. There are so many I can’t all take them in.

His hair is a dark brown, almost the color of espresso, and I can’t help be feel invaded by his body. His presence is intimidating and while I feel safe with him I worry he may only see me as an object, rather than an actual human in this moment. After the way he looked at me when he took my shirt off I wonder if he even cares about my feelings.

Another thought pops into my mind, the heated water beating down on us. Is he going to ask for his shirt back? Maybe he is going to send me back completely naked. A shudder of fear moves through my body.

“Can I still wear your shirt?” I ask as I watch him squirt some shampoo into his hand. I try to keep my eyes trained to the floor rather than his body. There’s only a foot of space between us and if I move even and inch I’m going to be rubbing some part of my body against his.

“What?” He asks as if I’ve asked him a stupid question.

“Your shirt, the one I’ve been wearing… can I keep it.” He starts washing my hair without warning, his thick fingers threading through the strands with an unfound tenderness.

“It’s dirty… I’ll give you something else to wear.” My mind relaxes at his words and my body softens into his touch.

His large hands gently massage my scalp and I find myself leaning into him as a low moan escapes my lips. I instantly regret making that noise and secretly hope he didn’t hear it though I know he did. When I open my eyes and peak up at him his eyes are beaming with lust. I worry for a moment he might try and have his way with me, after all there isn’t anyone that could stop him…

“Close your eyes.” His voice is low and rougher than before and fear sneaks up on me. My previous thoughts replaying in my mind.

“W-Why?” I stutter my body stiffening, making my muscles ache.

“So I can rinse out your hair.” He takes the sprayer off the wall mount.