Run To You: The Damaged Series - Book Four by Shayne McClendon

Author:Shayne McClendon [McClendon, Shayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Always the Good Girl LLC
Published: 2019-11-09T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

James fucked Nina on her kitchen counter, against the wall beside her front door, and on the floor.

He took her again and again without mercy.

By two in the morning, she was drenched in sweat, delirious, and incapable of standing. James carried her into the bathroom where he’d run a tub of hot water. Other than her couch, it was the largest item in the apartment.

She fell asleep, waking when he started washing her body from where he knelt on the bathroom floor.

He picked her up, supporting her full body weight with one hand while he dried her. As he lifted her into his arms, she rested her cheek against his shoulder.

“Thank you, James.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he said softly, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Back in the living room, she realized he’d opened her sleeper sofa. He tucked her in and kissed her cheek.

In and out of consciousness, she heard the shower running and the sound of James moving around her small home.

Lowering to the bed beside her, he held her hand. “Nina.” Exhausted, she struggled to focus. “I’m leaving.”

“A-alright.”

“Let’s figure out a plan for when it gets bad.”

“I’ll be okay. It was...I don’t know what it was.”

“You do know, Nina.” Reaching out, he smoothed his fingers through her hair. “I know you’re going to keep looking for other lovers. I worry it will ramp up your frustration even more, but I get it.” Leaning over, he kissed her lips. “If you need me, you know where I am. You’re the only woman I’ll be fucking so you’re always welcome in my bed.”

“The o-only…?”

“I’ve had the best. Why go back to mediocre?” He smiled and she knew he could probably read her panic. “No pressure, Nina. There’s never any pressure. Not from me.”

“Why did you come?”

Cupping her cheek, he answered, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Inhaling carefully, he added, “When you didn’t respond to my texts, knowing the life you’ve admitted to leading, I got worried. I made a few calls to make sure you were alive.”

“No one does that. Not with me.”

For a long moment, he stared at her. “How alone you are, Nina. Maybe one day, you’ll let me change that.” Giving her a gentle kiss, he rested his forehead against hers. “Call me, text me, send a smoke signal to let me know you’re okay. Reach out if you need me, sweetheart.”

One more kiss and he walked out of her apartment, turning the knob lock as he pulled the door closed behind him.

Nina’s body was boneless and exhaustion claimed her within moments of James’ departure.

She dreamed of him.

* * *

Leaving the shower following a week of grueling rehearsals for a play she regretted auditioning for, Nina wrapped a towel around her. Wiping the steam from the mirror, she took in her appearance.

Too thin.

Too pale.

She hadn’t seen James in four months, three days, and nineteen hours. When he texted her, she always responded. When he called, she ignored it. Instead of leaving her a voicemail, he’d send her an immediate text.

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