Climbing out, he waited for the door to open.
Seconds later a man with sandy colored hair appeared in the doorway. “You Theodore?”
“Yeah, are you Mason Terry?”
“Yep.”
They shook hands pulling each other in to slap a hand on the back. “I’ve got bags in the back.”
Mason moved to the back as Kelsey stepped out of the car. “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.”
She nodded, looking toward Killer.
“He’s good. He’s one of us.”
“Yeah, you’ll be starting work on Monday. I’ve got everything set up for you.”
Within twenty minutes Mason got him up to date, and they were alone in their house. Staring around the sitting room, he turned to look at Kelsey. She still wore her hospital gown and the band around her wrist. Heading into the kitchen, he moved back to her with a pair of scissors.
“What are you doing?” she asked, taking a step back.
“Now I know you’re not going to kill yourself.” He grabbed her wrist and slid the blade of the scissors across her skin. Snapping the steel blades closed, he removed her name. “We need to burn this.”
“Yes, burn it. I don’t want to have any memory of what I did.”
He still held onto her hand. “You’re always going to have a memory of what you did.” Caressing the white bandage he stared into her eyes. “You’ll always have your scars.”
“I know.”
“Oh, I need you to wear these.” He pulled the rings out of his pocket.
“Wedding rings?”
“Yeah, until we’ve got some way of dealing with Michael with proof, we’re staying out of sight.” He slid the rings onto her finger and leaned down to kiss her hand.
“Thank you.”
Tears were shining in her eyes when he pulled away. “I love you, Kels. I’ll do anything for you.”
She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him in close. “I don’t deserve you at all.”
“Ditto, baby.”
He claimed her lips feeling complete once again. Holding her close, he squeezed her ass loving her plump flesh filling his hands.
Their moans mingled together.
They were interrupted by the shrill of the telephone.
“Fuck, they’ve got the worst possible timing,” he said.
“I’m going to head for a shower.” She moved away from him.
“No, you need a bath. Sandy told me you’re not allowed to get them wet.”
She nodded, showing her agreement before leaving him alone.
“We’re here,” he said, answering the call.
“Good. Call if you get any more news,” Tiny said.
“Has Alex got anything?”
“Nothing concrete. He will. You’re just going to have to give him time. We’ll get this f**ker in no time.”
“Mason Terry, is he a good man?” Killer asked. He needed to know who he could trust.
“Yeah, he’s a good man. Doesn’t come to Fort Wills often. Grew up moving from place to place. Last I heard he liked Paradise Rocks enough to settle down.” Tiny gave him the details of the man staying in the same town as he was. “I’ll call with more updates when they become available.”
Killer said his goodbyes and hung up the phone.
Locking all the doors and windows he turned the lights off before heading upstairs with their bags. Leaving them in the bedroom he entered the bathroom. For a second the image of Kelsey lying surrounded in red water swam across his mind. He shoved the horrid image away.
He found her sat in the bath with her arms resting on either side. She turned to look at him as he entered.
Tears glistened in her eyes.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” he asked, going to his knees by the bathtub.
“I can’t wash myself. I can’t get them wet. This is a nightmare.” She wiped at her nose looking ready to bleat harder.
Removing his watch, he placed it on the sink. He took his time ridding himself of his clothing.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking up his body.
His c**k twitched, but he nudged her forward. “I’m getting in the bath with you. I’ll keep you nice and clean, baby.” His cock, with a mind of its own, made its presence known. Nothing he could do would stop the arousal crashing over him.
Trying to be good, he pushed her cherry blonde hair off her shoulder, exposing the length of her neck. She shivered, and glancing down her body he saw her beaded ni**les. Shit, she was as turned on as he was.
****
Kelsey didn’t know what was happening to her. No man had seen her na**d before. Had Killer seen her na**d when he saved her from herself? He had to have. She’d been completely na**d with nothing between them to keep her safe.
All the time they’d been together they hadn’t been na**d in each other’s company. Now they were alone, na**d in a bath. She felt the hard ridge of his c**k against her back. His hands pushed the hair off her neck. Closing her eyes she bit her lip as his kissed her neck.
Her ni**les tightened, and her pu**y pulsed awakening once again for him.
“Killer,” she said, moaning.
“I know, baby.” He reached around stroking her neck.
Her pulse pounded against her skin. He had to feel it against his fingers.
“Kelsey,” he said, nibbling on her neck.
Resting against him, she felt whole. Like the whole mess they’d been in was in fact a fantasy or bad dream while this was the truth.
“I love you,” she said.
Down his fingers went to circle her ni**les. Arching up, she wanted his touch to be harder.
“You drive me crazy when you say that.”
Within seconds, he pulled away, removing his hands from her body. “No, we can’t do this tonight,” he said.
Turning around to stare into his eyes, she frowned. “Why can’t we do this?” she asked.
“I’ve just kidnapped you from the hospital. You’ve got bandages on your inner wrists, Kels. I’m not going to f**k you for the first time tonight or in the bath.”
He gripped her arm, turning her back toward him.
“We can.”
“No, don’t argue with me. You’re not ready to take my cock, and I’m not about to feel guilty for what I want to do to you.”
She watched him hold the sponge and start to soap her body. Kelsey wanted to argue with him. He was being unfair. Kelsey trusted him to help her get out of her marriage with Michael. Her marriage was only on paper. Neither she nor Michael had any feelings for each other. Killer was the man she wanted. She was ready to have sex with him.