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“Do you think we need to call Elliot?” Kay asked, turning the truck into a large subdivision.
“No. I think it’s just bruised,” Blade said. His big hands cupped my shoulder and he worked it around gently. “Does any of that hurt?”
“No, sir.”
“Lennon,” Kay warned.
“I promise it doesn’t,” I assured her.
“Nah, I think she’ll be fine. Probably just needs some ibuprofen, a hot bath, and some coddling,” Blade suggested.
“I’ll take some medicine and a warm bath,” I answered. I would do both of those things if she didn’t call Elliot. He was a physician in town, but he was close with Kay and her friends. I imagined he did house calls for them.
Kay pulled into the driveway of a large two-story house. It was blue with a small flower bed in the front and white rockers on the porch. “Oh, this house is so beautiful,” I said, wondering whose it was.
“Thank you, baby,” Kay answered.
Oh! It was hers.
She opened her door and climbed out. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned across the console to shout, “Thank you for helping me today, Kay.”
The back door of the truck opened and Kay was chuckling at me. “You are coming with me, silly girl.”
“I am?”
“You are,” she confirmed.
Smoke stepped out from the truck and helped me down before climbing into the front seat. “Have a good day, ladies. Call us if you need anything.”
“Thank you all for your help today.”
“Call us if you need help spanking the ass of the Little girl that went to Boonze with no regard for her safety,” Bash yelled after he’d rolled down his window.
“I assure you, I have that handled all by myself,” Kay said. I gulped as my stomach danced with nerves. She placed her hand in the middle of my back and guided me up the steps. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you settled.”
***
“Do you need help?” Kay asked, sitting on the edge of the tub.
“A-Are you sure you want to see…” I trailed off.
“See what, baby?”
I loved the gentle way she called me baby.
“Me. N-naked.” I wasn’t ashamed of my body—my quirks, yes, my body, no.
“There is nothing I’ve ever wanted more in my entire life.”
Smiling, and probably blushing, I slid out of my jean shorts and black babydoll top. My favorite pink Mustang car toppled out of my jeans pocket and I picked it up, setting it on the bathroom vanity.
“Did you take your car for support today, Lennon?”
I nodded, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra. My breasts popped free and I tried not to worry about what Kay thought. I pulled my pink racecar panties down my legs and dropped them in my pile of clothes. Swallowing, I tried not to be embarrassed of them, I’d not been expecting to have Kay see them when I’d put them on that morning.
“Fucking beautiful,” Kay said, extending her arm toward me. I closed the space between us and she grabbed my hips, rubbing her thumbs over my skin.
“Your breasts are so full,” she said, leaning forward to press a kiss to each one. I took a shaky breath.
