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After seeing Anthony’s scars I know that he knows more about me than I do about him. He’s seen the abuse up close and personal, but his eyes say he wants me to tell him more and confirm his suspicions about some of my abuse. I’ve been working all weekend and I’ve noticed him staring at me here and there. I can’t lie I’ve been slightly distracted staring at him when he’s not looking. I know that he’s probably wondering what I’m thinking about him after seeing his scars. To me it’s a mark,a badge,proof he got out, that he survived and got away from the abuse.
Monday comes and it’s the day I’m dreading this week. I’ll be surrounded by cops as I fill out all the paperwork and rehash what happened those weeks ago. When I am shown to the squad room where I meet Detective Green I’m taken aback there are only a few cops in the room. When Detective Green introduces herself to me, its really the first time we’ve met that I really remember, but her voice is familiar, I know she was the one by my side in the hospital during the exam.
Detective Green brings me a bottle of water and shows me to a more private room, one that I thought would be for interrogation, however it says interview over the doorway. As we sit and talk she first wants me to describe how he got into Kathy and Chris’s house and what I remember about the attack. She lets me take my time with it. Next, she asks me what Jeff’s full name is and where he lives and works. When she hears he’s a county cop a few counties over I see anger on her face. I’m not sure if she’s angry with me or him.
She puts on a genuine smile and says that she’s proud of what I am doing and glad I have friends like Anthony. We spend the next while filling out forms and rereading the version of the attack that I gave them. She files it in a manilla folder and shows me back to the front of the station. When we get there she asks me where Anthony is and I told her that I felt I needed to do this on my own and he’s working his shift. She nods and says that I am a very strong woman for doing this on my own. She informs me that the doctors report will be included in the report and hopefully by end of the day tomorrow at the latest they’ll bring him in to face charges for the attack.
On the ride home I had become thankful that the cramps of Friday had let up late Sunday night and its looking like my period will be over in the next day or two. I really hate road trips when on my period.
As I drive down the road where Anthony’s house is I see a truck driving away from the house that I don’t recognize the driver who gives me a friendly wave and I wave back. I remember what Anthony said about only selected people having the code to the gate and I rationalize that the person is lost and just turned around in the driveway. I pull up to the gate and punch in the code and drive up to the house. As I open the door I’m greeted by a man standing in the little mudroom holding a forty five millimeter gun pointed straight at me.
I start to panic. This isn’t happening to me Jeff has found me and he’s gonna have me murdered. I’m so fucked. I make the slow movement to close the door and the man clicks his tongue and my attention goes back to him. He just shakes his head. I know that the alarm will call Anthony if it’s not reset in the next few seconds. So, I try to negotiate with the man and I think using reason will be my best way out of the situation.
I clear my throat and meekly say “If I don’t close the door the alarm will call the owner of the house, and he’ll come here guns blazing.” I only hope the end part of that is true. I watch as a grin crosses the man’s face. I can see him thinking about the next move to make. He gives me a once over and when he sees the cast on my arm he curses under his breath and starts to holster his weapon. That’s when I see the glint of his badge on his shirt pocket, it had been hidden by the vest he wore over the shirt.
Fuck me I’m gonna be killed by a Texas ranger. Once, he’s holstered the gun he reaches over to the alarm box and enters the code shutting off the alarm before it calls Anthony. He then turns to me and says, “I brought the stuff that Anthony asked me to.” Now I’m confused. The man sticks out his hand and introduces himself as William he’s a Texas Ranger friend that has worked on a few cases with Chris and Anthony.
We make our way into the living area and sit down on couches opposite each other. When he sits down he puts a bag down on the floor. He starts making small talk as he rummages through the bag. He finally finds what he’s looking for, a phone. He powers it on and hands it and the charger that goes with it to me. I see on the screen that there is a new text message and William instructs me to read it.
I do as he tells me to since I’m still not one hundred percent sure that this guy is a friend of Anthony’s. I open the text and there on the screen is a message from Anthony’s phone. I recognize the number and read the text. It reads: If you’re looking at this then William is there. First off, this is your new phone, your old one will be disconnected tonight. So text your sister and any friends or work associates that need the new number. I had the phone company set you up. You’ve got unlimited everything. Next, don’t worry about dinner I’m picking up something on the way home. You can call William by his nickname Billy. I’ll explain everything later, but don’t worry he won’t hurt you.
As I finish reading the text William asks me if the guest room is still where it used to be. I shrug since Anthony hasn’t really told me which rooms were guest rooms. He rises and heads down the hall to where Anthony has been sleeping since Luke and I moved in. When he sees Anthony’s clothes he turns around with a confused look on his face and says, “I guess this one is taken.” My face starts to heat up at the thought that I’ve been sleeping in his bed and have kicked him ultimately out of his own room. He walks down the other hall and stops at Luke’s door when he sees his toys on the floor I get a bit embarrassed I haven’t picked them up.
Now William is thoroughly confused and walks back to the den and sits down. I know there are more bedrooms, but over the past few weeks I haven’t really looked into them. Apparently William knows that Anthony only keeps two rooms for guests. When I enter the room again he asks me exactly what kind of relationship Anthony and I are in.
I try to stammer out that we aren’t in a relationship, but I can’t help to remember the kiss he gave me the other night. Plus William isn’t buying that we aren’t in a relationship. I can tell by the look on his face. He finally settles on the neutral ground and explains to me that no woman before me has ever stayed here unless in a relationship with Anthony, and then its a shared bedroom deal if I get the meaning.
I nod in understanding what he’s getting at. I try to explain that its not like that and he agrees. Except something says he thinks its more. He finally asks what brought Anthony to bring me to the house. So I spend the next while rehashing what Chris and Anthony decided after I was attacked at Chris’ house. He nods while listening to the story. He asks me if I’ve seen the scars, and I answer him that I have. When I answer him he lets out a low whistle. As we are running out of things to discuss while dancing around the topic of mine and Anthony’s relationship I hear the door open and know its Anthony.
He’s brought dinner this time it’s a Greek dinner, Gyros for everyone. We wrap up dinner and I call Luke to tell him goodnight and send him my love. When I end the call Anthony is standing in the doorway he’s got his pajama pants on and he’s not wearing a shirt. I can admire his chest this time he just stands there and lets me.
My eyes wander down his well toned abs, just imagining my hands running over those muscles has me heating up in my womanly areas, even my nipples are starting to harden at the thoughts I am having. My eyes go further south and I see his belly button where his happy trail is thick and black matching the hair on his head. I follow the trail to the waistband of his pants and only want to see more. My brain starts questioning if he shaves it, is it natural or does he keep it well trimmed.
I don’t realize that he’s pushed away from the door and come closer to me. Until I feel him rub his hands up and down my arms. Everywhere he’s touched has left heat trails up my arms. I look up at him and his brown eyes are filled with lust. My heart starts to race as he continues to gently caress my shoulders. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. When he finally speaks its more of a question. He says, “We need to get rest, we’re leaving early in the morning. Will you be ok with me sleeping in here with you?”
I don’t realize that he’s not trying to turn me on, he’s trying to coax me into the thought we’ll be sharing the bed for the night. I shake my head in agreement to his question and part of me hopes he wants more than just sleep. William has already passed out in the guest room that Anthony had been sleeping in.
I excuse myself to get ready for bed grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a cami tank that I wear most nights to bed. For the most part no one sees this much of my body exposed. When I come out of the adjoining bathroom Anthony is sitting on the bed his pants still on. He rises and goes into the bathroom that I vacated. I can hear him using the restroom and brushing his teeth. When he comes out of the bathroom he asks me as he sits on the side of the bed, “Can I sleep in my boxers I hate these pants?”
Does he realize he’s fulfilling every fantasy that I could have of him at the moment? I nod my head and like an idiot I say “It’s your house you make the rules.” I see his eyebrow rise as he realizes that is what I expected him to do. He takes off the pants and I’m looking at him in most of his God given glory. He’s wearing a pair of red boxer briefs and the way they’re hugging his package has me wanting to reach out and touch it. Once again I’m comparing him to Johnathan. His legs are muscular just like his and from the appearance of his cock in his underwear he’s as well endowed as Johnathan was.
When he gets into the bed he puts a hand on my chin and looks into my eyes, he’s searching for something. He finally speaks and he says, “I don’t want you to give anything you don’t want to. So if you’re uncomfortable with me not wearing my pants to bed tell me now and I’ll put them back on.”
I stammer to tell him that I’m not uncomfortable with him sleeping in his underwear. I’ve slept with men before, so it’s not a big deal what gets me nervous are the things that Jeff did. Its been four months since I had sex, being around this sexy man has got me wanting sex again.
He says he wants me to open up about what Jeff did and I’m not sure I can do that yet. He sees me eyeing his crotch and he finally says, “We’re going to have to set boundaries if you want to explore that option.” I let out a frustrated huff of air and roll away from him. I feel him roll on his side and pull me into him with his strong arms. He kisses my ear and calmly talks to me explaining that he doesn’t want to be a rebound, nor does he want to do something that might trigger a memory. He wants our first time to be memorable. So, he’s not totally off the subject of us having sex. That’s a plus. I finally cool my thoughts and drift off to sleep.