“Soon,” he promised. “The police have a few questions for you. Do you think you can talk to them?” She nodded, then moaned in pain from her sudden movement. Her head had begun throbbing, and she knew that she was in for one fantastic headache. “Are you sure, baby? I can tell them that you need to go to the hospital first.”
“No-No hospital, please. I have no health insurance. He just slapped me. I didn’t hit my head—no doctors, I’m fine,” she lied. Drew didn’t look very happy about not taking her to the hospital, but he agreed. The police talked to her for just a few minutes, their pity for her evident in their eyes as they listened to her explain her side of everything. She promised to stick around town for a few days, in case they had other questions. Rather, Drew had assured them that she would be staying with him indefinitely, if they needed to reach her.
She wanted to check on her sister. She started to get out of the truck, but Drew stopped her. “Karlie, sit your cute little ass back up in that truck,” he growled.
“But my sister,” she protested, “I need to make sure that she’s okay.”
“Your dad talked to me while you were giving your statement to the cops. She went back to your parents’ house. They are keeping her there and having your family’s doctor make a house call to check on her and the baby.” Karlie gasped and tried to get out of his truck again.
“I said, stay put,” he ordered. “You can’t do anything for her. Heck, you’d probably upset her right now with the bruises on your face from what that asshole did to you. I need to take you home and take care of you.” Drew was right, but that didn’t make her feel any better.
“Is the baby okay?” Karlie asked, biting her bottom lip in worry. “Ouch, fuck,” she said, tasting her own blood again. He took out his handkerchief and gently pressed it to her lip.
“Yeah, Jenna and her baby are fine. It’s just a precaution that your dad wants to have her checked out,” he said.
Karlie exhaled, “Then take me home, um, I mean back to your house.”
“Home sounds good, baby.”
Chapter Six
Drew carried her into the house. Karlie was so bruised and broken that she lay weak and helpless in his arms, her face against his neck. He could feel her fresh, warm tears.
“Baby, don’t cry, please.” He set her down on the bed and went to the en-suite to run her a hot bath. He added some Epsom salts into the water to help draw out her bruises. He’d have her put ice on her mouth and cheek after her bath. Drew just wanted to wash away her pain and all the reminders of the day.
God, he’d wanted to kill that son of a bitch when he walked into that room and saw Jake holding her by the hair and hitting her face. He went crazy, punching Jake and wanting to do so much more. The only thing that stopped him was Karlie’s moans. He couldn’t stay away from her—he needed to comfort and take care of her. She was his, and he let her suffer at that bastard’s hands. He would never let anyone touch her again. He’d find a way to keep her with him and keep her safe.
He went back into the bedroom and found Karlie still crying—she was rolled up into the fetal position. God, she was rippinghis heart out. “Baby, shh. Here, let me help you. We’re going to take a bath, and I am going to take care of you, okay?” She didn’t move or make a sound. He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Drew gently sat her down and turned her away from him to unzip her dress. At first, she seemed hesitant to take off her clothes. He waited on her for a few minutes, giving her time to catch her breath. She lowered the torn dress, and he helped her to step free from it. It was his turn to take a moment to catch his breath because she hadn’t worn anything under the dress. His damn dick had a mind of its own. Right now, Karlie didn’t need him lusting after her. She needed him to just love her, and he did. He wished it was the right time to tell her how he was feeling, but taking a chance and scaring her off wasn’t an option.
He stripped out of his suit and helped ease her into the hot water. Drew sat down, and she sank onto his lap, hissing when the water got too close to her face and neck. “Easy, sweetheart, don’t get your bruises wet yet. Let the water cool a little first. Just lean back on me and relax.”
She did as he asked and groaned.
“That’s a new one,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse from all the screaming earlier.
“What?” he questioned.
“The name—sweetheart. It’s a new one—it’s usually baby. I don’t remember you using sweetheart before.”
“You don’t like it?” He grabbed the soap, set her up a little, and started washing her back.
“God, that feels good,” she moaned, “and yes, I like your pet names for me.”
“Pet names,” he said with a chuckle. “Well, as long as you like them, I’ll keep on using them.” He leaned her back against his body again, now washing her front. He soaped his hands and ran them over her breasts, trying to think of the lyrics to his favorite song, but right now he couldn’t even remember how to spell his damn name.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she slurred, spreading her legs slightly over his.
“Baby, you just had the shit beat out of you, remember?”
“Yeah, but I’d like you to help me forget.” She turned in his arms, straddling his cock, rubbing her pussy over his shaft. The head of his dick was resting at the base of her slick opening. She froze, eyes widening, “Oh, I never thought to ask you if you wanted me, you know, like this.” She gestured to her bruised face, lifting herself off his lap, and he felt like an ass for hesitating. His hands immediately went to her hips, holding her still over his dick.
“Baby, I want you so damn much I can’t breathe. What that fucker did to you pisses me off, but I will always want you. I don’t give a fuck about a few bruises.” He carefully kissed the side of her lips that weren’t swollen and bloody. She moaned, and he pulled back to look at her. “Did I hurt you? I’m trying to be gentle but—”
She leaned into him and licked his lips. “I moaned because I liked it,” she whispered. “You won’t hurt me, please.” He kissed down her neck and lifted her to get better access to her breasts. He loved the way she responded when he lightly bit her nipple, gasping and moaning. She rubbed up closer against him, and he started to gently lower her onto his throbbing cock. She smiled at him, a challenge, and slid down his shaft, taking all of him. It was his turn to gasp and moan.
“God, baby, you feel so good. Tell me you’re good, please. This just feels too good to stop.” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, and she hummed her approval.
“Yes,” she hissed. He picked up the pace, sloshing water over the edge of the tub, splashing to the floor.
