Rock Chick (Rock Chick #1)(125)
I topped it up, walked up the stairs, put my mug on the bathroom counter, took off my clothes and got in the shower. I had a head full of shampoo and was rinsing when the shower door slid open and I heard Lee join me. Lee’s hands started on my h*ps and began gliding around which made it kind of difficult to concentrate on the task at hand but I persevered.
Once the soap was rinsed from my hair, Lee moved me out of the spray and took my place. I grabbed my conditioner and started to massage it into my hair.
“So, how exactly do you work all night, wake up before six in the morning and go for a run?” I asked.
“Practice,” he answered.
Soap was running down his body. At the sight, I kind of lost interest in the conversation. I abandoned my conditioner and started to glide my hands around Lee’s body, the soap making him nice and slippery. I began to explore in earnest, the water falling over both of us. Then, I decided to make it a multi-sensory exploration using hands and mouth, which Lee allowed for awhile then he pulled me up and pressed me against the wall.
I looked into his eyes and noticed that I had unleashed Lee Beast.
One of his hands went down my ass and thigh, he lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist.
“Did you bring the condoms up from downstairs?” I said against his mouth.
“I’ll pull out,” he replied.
“No! That never works. Ask Andrea.”
“Don’t worry about it, I want you pregnant.”
Holy crap.
“What?” I screeched, coming out of my zone, “like… now?”
“Not now but if it happens, I won’t be disappointed.”
My mind boggled for a moment and then I put my hands to his face, which was looking down at my body and made him look me in the eyes.
“I gave in on the together thing and the moving in thing, going a lot faster than made me comfortable. You gotta give me time with this baby thing, Lee, it’s only been a week.”
He kissed me and I slid back into my zone. When he lifted his head away from mine I found I was totally okay with the baby thing but he said, “I’ll go get the condoms.”
He got out, wrapped a towel around his waist and went downstairs.
Yep, this wasn’t so bad after all.
* * * * *
We were lying on my bed, me face up, Lee face down with his arm wrapped around my waist.
We got kind of carried away, what with seven boxes of condoms within easy reach and after christening the shower, I discovered (to my great fortune) that Cherry was right. Use your mouth on Lee in the morning, he’ll return the favor.
“I have an idea,” I said.
Lee got up on his forearms and looked at me.
“The last idea you shared with me got us caught in a cemetery in the middle of the night. You and Ally fell into a freshly dug grave and made such a ruckus the neighbors called the cops.”
I smiled. That was a good night, a night just before I started to avoid Lee. Eddie, Lee, Ally and me were sitting around drinking and I dared them to go to a graveyard at midnight. It was fun. Though, I could have done without the falling into the grave part.
“This is a better idea,” I told him.
He rolled to his side, the eye-crinkle thing going. “Let’s hear it.”
“I think I should pretend to let Wilcox win. I can go out to dinner with him and…”
I petered out when the eye-crinkle faded and Lee’s face got hard and scary. “That’s not gonna happen.”
“Listen, Lee! I can wear a wire, maybe get him drunk, get him talking –”
“It’s not gonna happen.”
“It’s a good plan!” I said, kind of loudly.
“It’s a screwball plan.”
I’m so sure!
I sat up and stomped to the dresser, pulled out a pair of cream panties with little orange squares on and pulled them up. I grabbed a matching bra and struggled into it, the whole time I was saying, “At least we can try. I can carry a stun gun in my purse. You can have someone follow us… oof!”
All of a sudden, his arm came around my middle, knocking the wind out of me as he pulled me forcibly backwards. I landed on the bed and bounced a couple of times before his body settled on mine.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
I stared at him, getting my breath back.
“Do you love me?” he asked again, this time impatiently and the muscle was going in his cheek. Something else was happening here, something that didn’t have to do with Wilcox or the current f**ked-upedness of my life.
Shit!
Shit, shit, shit.
“Lee –”
“Answer me, Indy.”
Shit!
When I hesitated too long, he said (or more like exploded), “Christ!” and then he knifed away from me and went to the dresser and opened and slammed the drawers until he found his and pulled out a pair of those sexy, white brief shorts.
“Lee –”
“I feel like I’ve wanted you for a lifetime. Now, I’ve got you, you want to put yourself even more in the line of sight of a crazy man. He’s already so dangerous you can’t make a move without protection and you want to bait him and use yourself as bait.”
“Lee –”
He pulled on the briefs, pulled on a pair of Levi’s and I sat up on the bed.