Finding Faye:

by A. J. Andersen

  “I’ll be right back,” I tell her as I turn away from the sight of her naked skin. I remember her packing her shampoo and getting it gives me a reason to leave the room and get my dick under control.

  When I return my hormones are locked down. Wetting a cloth with cold water I lay it over her swollen eyes and sit on the edge of the tub.

  “Lean back a little, Sweetpea,” I tell her as I help her head tip back so I can work shampoo into the long strands of her reddish brown hair. Her perfect breasts lift up toward the ceiling and she moans as I massage her scalp, watching as her pink nipples tighten into hard little nubs.

  Instantly my black fatigues feel uncomfortably tight as all the blood in my body rushes south.

  I can't stop my own moan as my eyes devour the sight of her, and my mouth waters, remembering the sweet taste of her skin.

  She pulls the wet cloth from her face and her good eye opens. Her golden gaze peeks at me upside down before shyly flittering away.

  Fuck, I love her so much.

  “I'm so happy I found you in time,” I tell her as I hand her a fresh washcloth. She dunks it in the water before using it to carefully rub at her face. It comes away dirty and stained with blood.

  “Me too.” Her eyes are serious as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Thank you,” she whispers as she sits forward and hugs herself with a small shiver. The water isn’t deep enough to keep her warm. I lean forward and press a small kiss to her spine.

  “Is there room in there for me?” I ask, hoping to distract her from her thoughts. Surprising me a little, she nods and I strip down to my boxer briefs. Splashing into the shallow water, I pull her back against my front and turn the water back on with my foot. I pull her on top of me so we lay in the rising water but her sutures stay dry.

  We lay that way for a long time, absorbing the feeling of her back pressed against my front. My cock is nestled between her soft thighs, driving me crazy with the need to start thrusting, but she doesn’t seem to notice it. I restrain myself until the water starts to cool, then flip the drain and stand up, holding her body against me for a moment before handing her a soapy cloth so she can finish washing. I need just a little space between us.

  Holding my hand tightly, she lets me wrap her in a fluffy bath sheet and lead her into the bedroom. She is quiet and docile under my hands as I rub her dry and pull one of my t-shirts over her head before helping her settle into the enormous bed. Handing her the room service menu, I pick up the phone and call for room service.

  “What do you want to eat, Sweetpea?” I rasp. I know I won't be able to resist her once I have her in that bed beside me, even though I should. I'm going to make sure she has everything else she needs before I make her mine. Right now that means rest and food - and me on the other side of the room.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Faye

  I'm a little skittish. I know I shouldn't be, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am. Lying in the tub against the hard length of Travis’ body, his hard cock tucked between my legs, was amazing.

  I have never felt so cherished and safe. And nervous. It’s obvious that even in my swollen and injured state that Travis still desires me. I want him too, I just don’t know what to do about it.

  My body is humming with desire, but I'm so sore and tired that I feel at odds with myself. It doesn't help that I got a good look at myself in the mirror before my bath. I know I look like crap. I don’t understand how he can want me looking like this. I'm not sure it even matters. I don’t think anything like what we did the other night is possible with my stitches. So I’m not going to worry about it right now. I will think about something else. Something that has nothing to do with how good it felt to have the hard rod of his shaft tucked between my thighs. Sighing I make myself pay attention to the menu he handed me.

  I’m excited to get room service. It isn’t something I’ve ever had an opportunity to have. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until he placed the menu in my hands and asked what I wanted. Everything sounds delicious, but I decide to keep it simple, requesting a grilled cheese on sourdough and a chef salad, cheese and fresh vegetables not being things usually in my meager grocery budget. Travis makes the call and orders for both of us before he sits on the comfy looking chair by the balcony door. Since tucking me into the bed he has been keeping distance between us.

  I don't know how to act with him. One minute he's caring for me like a lover, and the next it's like I'm his baby sister and he’s tucking me in bed and getting me food. I’m all tied up in knots and I don't know how to act, so I close my eyes and rest against the pillows. His phone rings softly in the quiet and I hear the soft padding of his feet as he walks into the other room. I think he’s talking to Blake.

  My limbs are heavy and tired. Maybe I should just take a little nap. This bed is pretty cozy with the early afternoon sun streaming across it. Turning onto my side I hug a pillow to me listening to the soft cadence of Travis’ voice from the other room. I nod off almost immediately.

  A knock on the door wakes me and I sit up, feeling kind of fuzzy and confused. My head hurts and my stomach is growling its protest at having not had anything to eat since early this morning. I was just going to take a little nap, but looking toward the window I can see a few stars shining in the sky and the glow from the city lights below.

  Travis is asleep on top of the covers next to me. He’s fully dressed now and I take a moment to just stare at his familiar face and listen to the rhythmic sound of his breathing. I never thought I would see him again. I’m so, so happy that he’s here.

  Another firm knock spurs me to get out of the bed, doing my best not to wake him. There are dark smudges under his eyes from lack of sleep, and I want him to rest for as long as possible. I’m not the only one who needs to be taken care of. I’m going to take care of him from now on too. The thought makes me happy in a way I don’t think I ever have been before. Like my heart is full.

  I cross quietly to the door and standing on tiptoe I peak out the peephole. There is no way I'm not checking to see who it is. Not after the couple of days I’ve had.

  Standing outside the door is a waitress with a cart holding several of those domed food covers. Travis must have ordered later room service because I fell asleep. I open the door, motioning her inside,

  “Hi,” she chirps as she pushes the heavy-looking cart inside. When she notices Travis sleeping across the room, his massive naked chest on display, she whispers, “I'm Ellie. Your man asked that dinner be brought up at seven. It's seven.” She shrugs like she knows what she just said is obvious, making me smile as much as my damaged face will allow. I like her.

  “Hey Ellie,” I whisper back. My throat is still really sore, but rest and ibuprofen seems to have helped. “I'm Faye. Thanks for bringing our dinner up.” I suddenly remember that I should tip her, but I don't have any money. I’m not used to being on the giving end of tipping. I glance around, looking for Travis' wallet.

  “Faye, not to be rude or anything… but are you okay?” she asks, gesturing to my bruised throat and face, concern showing in her eyes. I nod.

  “Hang on a sec?” I ask her, kneeling down to rummage in my bag for some cash since I can’t find Travis’ wallet. I’m sure I have some in here somewhere. I stop digging around when I hear Ellie’s tinkling laugh behind me. Travis’ voice rumbles in reply.

  He tucks his wallet back in his pocket and hands a folded bill to Ellie.

  “You had it,” I smile, motioning to the wallet, and my heart flutters as he wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to his side.

  “Yeah. Ellie was just letting me know that if you need Tylenol or anything to call the desk and she can run it up for you.” Ellie is nodding earnestly, a smile dimpling her cheeks.

  “Thanks, Ellie,” I say. “I really appreciate it.” I feel like I could be friends with this girl. I’m not sure how long we are going to stay here, but I hope this isn't the last time I see her. Now that I don’t have to hide, I am exci
ted by the idea of making friends.

  “You're welcome,” she replies, reaching out to touch my hand. Looking up at Travis, she continues, “Thank you, Mr. Keller.” She flutters the money in her hand with a smile. I can see he gave her a fifty, and that makes me proud to be with him. Those of us who work in service positions really count on our tips to make ends meet, and I'm happy that he was so generous with the sweet girl.

  “I work till seven tomorrow morning,” she says as she walks into the hall. “So don't hesitate to call down if you need something.” With a quick wave she enters the service elevator, and I wave back as the doors close.

  “I like her,” I say to Travis, and he runs his hand down my back, turning me toward the small table.

  “She liked you too.” He chuckles and I sit down as he puts the covered dishes in front of me. “Eat your dinner, Sweetpea,” he tells me and winks. “I need to tuck you back into bed soon.” A sexy grin brightens his face and his dimples almost make me swoon. I feel blood rush into my cheeks and spread down my neck at the thought of him tucking me in. My nipples tighten and my body tingles. A rush of heat between my legs makes me cognizant of my lack of panties as moisture slicks the inside of my thighs. I press them together tightly and I lower my eyes to my food and dig in, ignoring my body’s reaction to him and instead relishing the gooey goodness of the grilled cheese.

  I feel like a perv, but the only thing I can think about is what he did to me a couple nights ago and how badly I want him to do it again. There is only one exception—this time, I want to return the favor.

  Travis

  She thinks I don’t notice her staring at me from across the table. Her face is tipped down like she's focused on her food, but I can see that she keeps looking up at me from under her thick red lashes.

  She is so damn cute.

  I'm just as fascinated by her, but I'm not trying to hide it at all. I’m leaned back in my chair, legs stretched out under the table, my bare foot resting against hers.

  The only reason we are eating and I don’t have her on her back under me is because she is injured and she has missed enough meals in her life. I'm not about to be the cause of her missing another one. While she was sleeping I made arrangements for a physician to come see her tomorrow. I trust John’s assessment of her injuries, but I will feel better once she sees a doctor and gets some antibiotics for the knife wound.

  I will always put what is best for her before what I want.

  Right now the only thing I want is for her to finish her food so I can take her to bed and erase every bad thought in her head. At least for the next twelve hours or so. Tomorrow we will have to talk to Xavier and Ana and figure out what comes next.

  During the hours we spent watching the monitors, Xavier filled Blake and I in on a lot in regard to the FBI’s investigation into Dominic. He also asked if we would be willing to stay on and provide additional security for Ana and his businesses here in Vegas. At least until things are sorted out.

  It didn’t take Blake and I long to decide. Neither of us has any real need to stay in Spokane. The only reason we were there in the first place was so I could be near the cabin. I will have to talk to Faye and see what she wants to do. She has a say in if we stay here or go back, but I can’t help but think that relocating might be a good idea.

  I wonder if we can convince Becca to relocate as well. We count on her to run the office, and I think she will be a good friend to Faye.

  Faye sets her silverware down and pushes her plate away, and I can finally allow my thoughts to rest fully on her.

  “That was so good,” she says as she stacks up our dishes and carries them to the cart. She is efficiently wiping down the table, even though it’s clean, so I push the cart into the hall.

  “Do you want to wash up for bed?” I ask when I return, even though I know we took a bath just a few hours ago. I don’t want to sound too eager about getting her into bed.

  I quit going home with women years ago. I wanted something more, a deeper connection, but none of them ever felt right to me. Since then it's been me and my hand. I never gave it much thought. It’s just the way it was. Now, with Faye right here; so perfect for me, exceeding every dream I ever had of what I wanted. All I can think about is how sweet it’s going to feel to sink my cock into her tight little body and fill her with my cum.

  “I would like to wash up a little better.” She smiles a little at me before going to the bathroom and turning on the water. “Is there something I can cover these stitches with?” she calls out.

  Pulling my first aid kit out of my pack, I join her in the bathroom. “I have some tape,” I tell her as I pull out waterproof tape to cover the dressing. She holds her shirt up, just under the soft curves of her breasts, as I secure the tape over the gauze dressing. Some blood has seeped through, and I make a note to change it after she showers.

  It's hard to pay attention with her soft skin under my fingers and the bottom curve of her tits peeking out right at eye level, but I get the job done and rise to leave the room, turning my back so I can adjust the steel rod in my pants to a more comfortable position.

  “I'll hurry so you can have a turn,” she says behind me.

  “Take your time. I showered while you were napping,” I tell her as I turn back the bedspread before pushing my jeans down my legs and laying down.

  Chapter Thirty

  Faye

  I wash quickly and spend the rest of my time primping. I shave my legs and armpits before bravely taking Travis' razor to the wispy curls on my pussy. I don’t have a ton of hair there, and I’ve never had a reason to, so I've never shaved it off before. I know men are supposed to like it, though and I want to surprise him.

  I'm pretty sure we aren't going to actually sleep, since it is so early still. I don’t want to sleep. The feeling I had when I thought I was about to be raped hasn’t left me. I don’t want to wait. Not even one more day. I love Travis and I’m ready to give myself to him, even if I am battered and bruised. I know that he will take care of me and make it wonderful.

  Travis told me while we were eating that tomorrow we would meet with Ana and Xavier to talk about everything, and that tonight I'm just supposed to relax. So, I'm trying. I'm not feeling relaxed though, just keyed up and more than a little horny.

  I step out of the shower and dry off before removing the now damp bandage over my wound. It's the first time I've seen it, and it scares me a little, seeing how close I came to being more seriously hurt or dying. Tearing my eyes away from the mirror, I pat the area dry and pull on yet another one of Travis' t-shirts.

  I wish I had something soft and pretty to wear for him. I bet Ellie could tell me where to go shopping. I will try to find her in the morning before her shift ends.

  Doing as Travis said, I take my time. I twist my wet hair into a thick braid and swipe on mascara and lipgloss. I don’t have any other makeup.

  Feeling as prepared as I possibly can, I gather my nerve and I tiptoe into the dimly lit bedroom, prepared to do my best to seduce my man.

  Travis is laying in the middle of the huge bed, spread out comfortably against the mattress. His blue eyes lock onto me without wavering as I approach.

  I'm stunned when I see his hand gripping the very prominent bulge in his grey boxer briefs. He is sliding his fist up and down his impressive length. For some reason it’s even hotter than it was when he did it in the shower behind me.

  A moan tears from my tender throat and I lick my lips, tasting the sweet strawberry flavor of my lip gloss. My body feels hot and flushed and my skin feels too tight. A trickle of wetness runs down the inside of my thigh, making me stumble a little in surprise. I’ve never been so wet and he’s still across the room.

  That has never happened to me before.

  Travis crooks a finger at me, beckoning, and I walk until my knees touch the side of the mattress. I stop, unsure of what I’m supposed to do next.

  Travis smiles up at me. My heart feels like it stops for a moment before taki
ng off again, twice as fast. He lifts a hand toward me and I reach out, setting my palm in his. He wraps his fingers around mine before tugging me onto the bed. I climb up on my knees and look down at him.

  “My bandage got wet,” I blurt out, and the heat in his eyes is replaced quickly with concern. “Sorry,” I mumble, embarrassed. I'm a fucking idiot. What is the matter with me?

  “Come lie down and let me see,” he says, rolling over and propping himself up on his elbow. I do as directed and lay stiff and still beside him as he gently lifts my shirt up, exposing my bare pussy. His hands convulse around the soft cotton and he hesitates. I peek at him through my lashes. His eyes are riveted on the bare flesh between my legs, and his chest heaves with labored breaths as he resumes his task. Drawing the shirt up to my breasts, he grinds out in a tight voice, “Sit up, babe.”

  I do as he says, raising my arms so he can pull it up over my head before tossing it on the floor. I lay back, feeling weak and somehow empty. I need something I don’t completely understand, but I have a pretty good idea. I need him over me. Filling me. Loving me.

  “I'll be right back, Sweetpea,” Travis says and leans over me, bracing on his forearms as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. I nod and he gets up to gather his medical supplies. He comes right back and dresses the wound with antibiotic ointment and a fresh bandage, followed by a couple over the counter pain tablets and a glass of water.

  The task of caring for me accomplished, the look in his eyes becomes predatory as he lays on his side facing me and slides his large arms around me, pulling me flush against the hot expanse of his skin. The contact makes me shiver in reaction. He grins, showing that dimple again. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.