There was a lot of teeth gritting going on-on the ride back I'll tell you that. Especially when I thought of the fact that we were gonna have to stop somewhere for the night. I hadn’t factored in that little dilemma when I’d headed out earlier.
There was no thought of getting separate rooms though. My baby had never spent the night alone in her life and I knew with everything that had been going on she had to be scared. No way was I leaving her alone in a strange hotel room.
I bypassed a few low-end travel lodges and motels until I came upon a halfway decent mid size hotel. "We'll stay here for tonight and head home in the morning." I hopped off and helped her short ass down to stand in front of me. How could I have forgotten how tiny she is?
My dick started his shit and for the first time I didn’t try to quiet him down. He knew the time was fast approaching when I wouldn’t be harnessing him, wouldn’t try to stop him from breaking out of the gate to get to her.
"Home?" Her voice sounded hopeful as fuck. I looked down at her in the moonlight and prayed for patience. "My place, Wyoming."
I'd forgotten that she'd never been there, never seen me in my natural habitat. The look of uncertainty on her face made my gut hurt. Has she lost faith in me? It hurt to even think that shit, even though it was just what I deserved.
I was about to broach the subject but she beat me to it. Good thing too because I wasn’t sure that I would be able to give her the time to get that shit back. In three days give or take a few hours she was on my dick.
"Creed, am I staying with you now or...?" I knew what she was going to ask before she said it. "You don't ever have to go back there not ever." Her whole body relaxed and made me doubly glad that I had taken her out of there.
I wasn't going to ask her about the report I'd received tonight, but tomorrow I was going to get to the bottom of it. it was enough that she was out of it now, that she was safe with me.
The fact that she relaxed against me told me that I hadn’t lost her, and she didn’t look too torn up at the prospect of living with me. In fact she looked downright joyful. Granted she didn’t know that she was going to be in my bed before the week was out, she’d find out soon enough.
I checked us in and took her up to the room, where there were two queen- size beds. I dropped my gear on the one closest to the door and waited for her to move away from the doorway. I wasn’t gonna be able to deal with her being afraid of me, fuck that. She needed to know that with me, she was the safest she’d ever be.
Life with me wasn’t going to be a bed of roses that’s for sure. I’m a hard fuck in more ways than one, but she never had anything to fear from me.
Unless she lost her fucking mind and laid with someone else. But it was up to me to see that that shit didn’t happen either so she was safe.
"I don't like you being skittish around me so let's clear this shit up right now. I was wrong not to listen to you all those times you tried to tell me how things were. I let you down I know I did, but I can't go back and change that shit. I can only move forward and promise you, that nothing and no one will ever fu…I mean mess with you again in this lifetime."
Okay so I’m not the most tactful motherfucker in the world, but she got my meaning. If she was going to be fucking with me from now on and I’m pretty sure that’s just what the fuck she would be doing, then she was gonna have to get used to this side of me.
Until now I’d only shown her my softer side, whatever the fuck that was. And that fucker didn’t show up too often. She’s gonna have to get used to the real me; the one that fucked shit up when it was needed.