“You need that cleaned” Pushing past his hold, to see better. It still had a piece of glass stuck, wasn’t sure if it was just stuck to blood or in his head.
    “Come on” turning his hold into a pulling. Dragging him down the hallway, entering the bathroom. Pushing him to sit on the seat, I opened the cabinet. Grabbing a few things before turning back to him. Tilting his head, he held my gaze.

    “Sorry might sting” Rubbing a cotton ball with peroxide. He flinched, and grumbled. Ignoring his complaining I made sure to clean him good, didn’t feel like hearing about it later. Tossing the dirty ones away, sighing as I pulled the glass out. Teeth nested together as he, grabbed my waist.
    “Hold still”

    “You suck at this” Growling.
    “Quiet your bitching” Dropping the piece of glass into the trash can. Blood started to spot as the wound was again opened. Grabbing a cloth along with a bandage putting pressure on the cut.
    “I don’t need that” Huffing as he watched me grab the items.
    “Really so your cool with bleeding all over your pillow?” Holding my hips, his hands still holding onto me.

    “Fine” Grinding while turning for me. Placing the cloth and bandage, I went to take a step back. But was held in place, his eyes turning head still facing to the side.
    “All done” Thinking he would get uncomfortable and look away. Instead he pulled me closer, making me lower my gaze a little.
    “Why are you here?” He asks.
    “Excuse me?” Not sure what he’s really asking.
    “Your visiting right?” Thinking it threw, I got it.
    “Yes”
    “Then why haven’t you spent more then a day with your grandmother?”  Gulping cause I didn’t think he was really paying that much attention to my habits.
    “She’s been busy” Lying straight to his face, but he picked it up. Pulling me closer, as his hard face met mine.

    “Liar” Hissing snapping his tiger eyes. Anyone with half a brain could see he was dangerous. Like a mad truck with no breaks, he was coming straight at me.
    “I..I gotta go” Taking a step back, only he slipping his thumbs into my belt loops. Grabbing my ass before picking me up and dropping me on the sink.
    “Why are you here?” Asking again. Dropping his hands to the side of my hips. With no where to get away, I had only tigers watching my every move.
    “Dalton, I need to go” But his head move in front of me, making me rethink pushing past him. If I thought he couldn’t get worse, he did.
    “Your not going anywhere” Whispering into my nose. Gulping in to much air, I felt it twist into a wind tunnel. Spinning my gut and heart, smashing them into my rib cage.
   

~Dalton’s Pov~


I watched from the back, as her body stretched over the table using the stick to knock balls around. Even in the dull light, and smoky atmosphere she was proving to delight him. An excellent pool player, not that Derek was much of a pool man. Watching as her lips touched the long neck bottle, making him thirsty for something other then the bud he was currently making warmer.
    As she strutted across the floor like a rare white peacock, that dick Harrison slips his snake like arm over her shoulders. The rumbling deep within him, frightens even him. How protective he is becoming of her. Dreaming of her even, its to much for a man to take. Using his ears to pick out just their conversation, he is grinning at the little spit fires words.

    “Aww how un-lady like, then again you aren’t much of one”  Laughing at her, stunning eyes flash past him as he watched his new obsession shoot Harrison down a peg.
    “Your right, I have a bigger dick then you” Taking the bottle, before going back to her game. Harrison all but scowling in her direction. Serves him right for messing with Ray, like it was her and not himself. She breaks for the new game, that lushes ass facing right at him as she bends over sliding the stick between slender fingers. He can almost see himself taking her right on that damn table. Making her moan out his name, as if it’s the best thing in the world.

    The thought of touching skin that looked softer then silk, while lacing his tongue between her pinkness. A shiver ran up his spine, as he mentally checked himself to behave. He would surely have to get to know more about her, before he pushed for such an altercation. Though he’s done less for sex, but somehow it felt wrong doing that to her. Derek’s beer is long gone, and a sweet Ray offers to retrieve him another one.

    So far being at a bar has proven to see a different side, well actually its proven to let him see her period. Ordering another beer, Harrison takes it upon himself to fuel the fire. Baffled as the bastard grabs her between the legs and around the neck. Holding her to the bar, she spits venom at him. Awe struck as she simply turns around ignoring the sexually assault, to grab for the beer. Again that prick grabs her, spinning her around stealing a kiss that never belonged to him in the first place.
    Pushing out of his chair, that was taking it to far. He could put up with a lot, but touching a woman in that manor was unforgivable. Not to mention a woman he was growing more and more into. Blood spit from her lips, as she nipped him good.
    “Little Bitch” Taking a dangerous step to her, ready for the strike. Over his dead body was anyone going to hit her. Grabbing Harrisons arm, pulling him away. Blocking Ray from anyone’s blood blows.

    “Don’t Touch her” Growling, using his training to intimate. Making a crucial mistake, because of his growing worry for her he turned away. The sound of glass, and cracking as a pounding headache started in on him. Having glass broken over his head before, he knew what had happened. Rocking on his boots, bringing his fist into Harrisons face. Hearing the crunch of his nose breaking. It wasn’t enough, he was already pissed off this was just the freaking icing on the cake. By the time he was done with this prick he’d be covered in black and blues.
    “Dalton” Ray screamed grabbing his swinging arm. Her soft touch, snapping him out of his building rage.

    “I think he gets the message” She chirps, pulling him off the still body. Grunting as he gets up, standing next to her like some dumb bodyguard. She calls to Derek, letting him know she was taking him home. A little more thrilled then he cared to admit, that the little vixen was taking him home, when in fact it was his home. Either way he was pleased she was going with him, and not someone else. Her comfort was a welcome, to the long silent drive home.

    Outside she proved to be even more stubborn then himself. Snapping that she wanted the keys, and even putting herself between him and his truck. His headache was growing stronger, and it seemed to be the same with her patience. Dropping the keys in her hand, as she made a snide remark. Something about a kettle called a pot black. He laughed getting in, watching her face. Frowning he started to rethink if she could even drive. She laughed, but he was growing serious about the driving part. He didn’t need to die, even if it was by her hands. 

  
    The truck roared as she pulled out, hitting the main road. She got comfortable, passing one building after another. Finally she broke the silence, before turning the radio on. The gas petal tapped the floor, and the engine tried to catch up to her foot. Giggling out as the trees started flying past, at an unreasonable speed.
    “Where the hell did you learn to drive” Holding onto the shit bar. She was really going to try to kill him.

    “Prison” She laughed, making him feel sicker when she just laughed at his face. Surly she was kidding. Some weird song started playing as she took my truck off roading, almost like they were dancing. The tires kicked mud and muck all over, the silver paint job. The grill batted small bushes out of her way, spinning the wheel one way then another. Laughing as she weaved between two thick trees that could of easily had my name on one. Jumping a little as she pushed the truck, into a field tearing it to shreds.

    Making the truck fish tail, while still having complete control over it. Her driving skills were impressive, and I was even more interested if she really did learn from prison. As the song came to a close, she parked the truck behind the house. Chuckling as she handed me the keys back, and I all but ripped them out of her hands. Never again, I thought. Getting out you could still hear mud dropped off the under carriage.

Walking into the house, I made sure to keep up with her. That body and face, pushed into my chest. Holding back a groan as emeralds peered into my soul. Her hands raised up, going to touch my face. Grabbing her before she could, this time she didn’t look scared. Soft hands touch my rough unshaved face, their so pleasant. Wanting to close my eyes, as she takes a good look at the head scratch.

    “Come on” Turning my holding her into a way to pull me along. The view from behind her, was worth it. Sitting me on the seat, she again teases me with a bent over frame. Holding a few items, her fingers take hold of a cotton ball. Cleaning me she tosses one after another into the trash. Then turns me more, frowning her fingers take hold what I’m guessing was glass. It hurts, but not something I would bitch about. However with her so close, I use this as a perfect excuse to grab a hold of her.

    “Hold still” she barks, tugging a little more.
    “You suck at this” Growling.
    “Quiet your bitching” Huffing as she drops the glass.

Somehow she’s convinced me that a bandage is a good idea, and goes to placing it on me like a child. The silence is thick, as she goes to step away. Holding firm, I refuse to let her slip into her room again.
    “All done” As if that’s my cue to let go. Pushing my fingers threw her belt loop, I’m not letting go. Enough of this, were talking if I have to have her moaning it out.
    “Why are you here?” Awaiting her answer.
    “Excuse me?” her head tilts to the side, giving her an innocent look.
    “Your visiting right?” Clearing up any confusion.
    “Yes” Nodding

    “Then why haven’t you spent more then a day with your grandmother?”  Her face lightens, as she thinks about her answer. Something up, taking to long to answer she gives me a bullshit line.
    “Lair” I hiss, moving my face closer. Placing her on the sink as I ask her again why she’s here. She avoids my eyes, saying she has to go.

    “Your not going anywhere” Whispering lightly into her ear. Bringing our chests closer, her breathing is heavy. The smell of her is stimulating. Sliding our cheeks across one another, her eye comes into view. The deep green has flecks of gold, something I hadn’t noticed till now. Her hot breath pushing its way up my face, causing me to contain my groans. Slowly as to not scare her, my lips make the move to engulf hers. Feeling my mouth water as we get closer, any second now I’ll have the pleaser of her taste.

    The door to the house knocks, snapping her eyes open. Son of a bitch. As my head turns to look out, she hops down, walking out. I was so freaking close, so fucking close. Shaking my head, I see her talking with a cop. Ohh shit.
    “I have a take in order for Mr. Tomas.” The cop looks my way, about to enter Kay slams her arm against the door frame. Blocking him from further entering.
    “Who gave you that order?” She asks, clearly pissed off.
    “My chief Miss Ray”

    “And who requested he be arrested?” Stepping into his full view, blocking him from me.
    “Aww that’s confidential” Newbie cop.
    “Well if its Mr. Harrison. You’d do best to tell him to drop all charges unless he would like a sexually harassment charge placed against him. And I will take this to full court.” I think I had the same look as the cop, as he cocked out his next words.
    “Sexual harassment?”
    “Yes, Mr. Dalton was protecting me from further altercations from Mr. Harrison. That is why its gotten this bad.” Crossing her arms.

    “Aww I need to check with my chief.”
    “You do that” Turning around, closing the door in his face. Huffing she makes a pot of coffee, just in time to have the cop knock again.   
    “Well?” Snapping at him. Girls seriously has an attitude.
    “He..umm has dropped all charges.” Looking over at me.
    “Well now, was that so fucking hard” Again slamming the door in his face.
    “Stupid Idiot” Pour a new cup of coffee. Standing in the middle of the walk way between the kitchen and the living room, I just stair. Turning around with a mug to the lips I was about to have, she frowns.
    “What?”

    “Why did you do that?” Folding my arms.
    “Like I was really going to let you go to jail, specially because of that little dick shit.” Placing the empty mug in the sink. Her hands bend behind her back, holding the sink. Eyes sparkling like a tigress, calling to my inner animal. Licking my lips, I will taste her. Running fingers threw that mess of sexy chocolate curls she starts my way. Each step becoming even more sexual, her smell pushes in the light of her. Now or never. Grabbing her wrist, pulling her back to my side.

    Running my fingers threw the dripping chocolate, so very soft. Taking her head light as possible before pushing my lips to hers. Light gasps as I capture them as well, keeping her to me. Moving mine in sync with hers, their like butter cream. Melt in your mouth soft while still adding the right amount of pressure. Relaxing as she takes a short step, pushing into my chest. The warmth of her next to me, bringing my body temperature higher.

    She pulled away from me, before I was fully satisfied. Without a second glace, she walked into her room. My breath heightened as I was contemplating, busting her door down and just taking her. I could over power her, have her for myself. But something in me wanted her to want me, all of me. Giving up secrets I have long buried, would defiantly come back up to her.
My eyes wishing they had the power to burn that door down for good.

~Ray’s Pov~

I closed the door, pushing my back against it. Holy shit! Touching my tender lips. It felt….amazing. His lips were a perfect soft to rough. He tasted like something I shouldn’t of tasted. Biting my lip, feeling the inner part of my thighs craving for more of his attention. I could lock the door.

Yea cause that will stop him. My inner self scoffed at me.

Taking a ragged breath before jostling my hair around. The plan was to come here, hide out till I had a plan and move on. Now I was finding reasons to just stay here. Damn these feeling of want. I had a life back in NYC, I just had a bump in the road…okay it was a freaking hillside, but whatever.

    My senses were on high alert as if I could feel him standing just outside my door. Waiting to pounce like the tiger he was. A hot shower would make this better, but to get to said shower meant exiting my room. It was safe in here, at least for now. Groaning I gathered a few things, ready to bolt like a streak of lighting. Holding my clothes in one hand, while I gripped the door knob. Flinging it open like a crazy woman, standing in the doorway….nothing. Taking a look down the hallway, as if I was expecting a car to come driving past me.
    Not a freaking thing, where did he go? Looking at the bathroom door, it was open and calling my name. Huffing at my stupidity I went in locking the door.
   
    Nervous much? My conscious barked.
    Oh shut up! Arguing with myself.