Page 63 of Unraveled Love

He guided me toward my bags on the dresser. Since we were in someone’s home and I had no idea how long we’d be there, I hadn’t unpacked them, and I’d fallen asleep naked after Shawn screwed me so hard my limbs were taking a moment to remember how to work properly.

I smirked at the thought, trying to replace the last image I saw of him in my dream with the visual of him with his face between my legs, and I shuddered.

“What do you need?”

“I’ll get it.” I covered his hand on the bag with mine and bit my lip, looking up at him. “I’ll be okay. Can I…can I have a minute, though?”

“You can take all the time you need, Addi. I promise.”

“Thank you. I’ll be down after a quick shower then.”

Vaguely, I remembered telling him I’d shower the night before, but I was pretty sure I had rolled over and passed out. Now, I was still hot from sweat, the fear and flashes of the dream and Daniel lining my skin with a sick, oily sensation I needed gone.

“I’ll go get you coffee then.” He kissed my forehead, and I leaned in.

He was always so soft with me, treating me like I was porcelain and yet trusting me to be strong.

I’d never had that. Never had a man trust me, believe in me, and still treasure me.

How lucky was I to find him now, when I needed him most?

I waited until he left the room, giving me a soft smile that made my toes curl with his tenderness and my heart jump a beat or two because damn…my guy was sexy as hell and the best man I’d ever met.

Yeah, I was lucky.

Without worrying too much about what I was going to wear because I’d most likely be stuck in a mountain home, I grabbed a pair of leggings, a shirt, and a sweatshirt from my bag—even though it was sunny and March, it was still cool—and I ducked into the bathroom.

A shower. A clean slate.

And then we’d see what the day would bring.

23

Shawn

Ihad to do something. Anything. Addi’s screams that morning had been so loud they’d rattled the windows, and I was so damn over the fear Daniel had put in her I needed to hit someone, shoot someone. I needed an hour in a sparring ring, and even though the house had a small weight room, it wasn’t enough.

I headed out in the hallway and found Mason and Cort, still on alert. They’d chased after me up the stairs, but as soon as they realized what was happening, they’d stayed out of the bedroom. Thank God because I was pretty sure Addi would hate knowing they saw her like that.

“She okay?” Mason asked.

His typical laid-back appearance and demeanor were long gone. He liked to joke more than the rest of the guys, but as soon as we’d heard Addi scream, his face had gone pale with terror much like I was certain mine had.

I clapped my hand over his shoulder as I passed him. “She’s good. Needs coffee.”

“And breakfast? I’m a hell of a cook.”

I didn’t mind cooking, but being able to have my focus on Addi when she got downstairs would be a bonus.

“She likes her eggs poached.” At least I assumed since she loved eggs Benedict.

“Then I’m out.” He flopped down onto the couch and grabbed his phone.

Cort shook his head and met me in the kitchen. “Can’t do poached eggs, but I do make killer blueberry pancakes, and I bought stuff for them yesterday.”

“You don’t mind?”

He tossed his hands up. “What in the hell else do we have to do?”

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