- Dean’s POV -
She laid in the bed silently crying. She probably thought I didn’t notice. She’s been through so much. So much to deal with. I can’t blame her for feeling like crap, but I was going to sleep next to her. James could come here and this way I would be able to protect her. I should have never let her go shop. She is injured now. She can’t even get dressed by herself. And she can’t walk. Okay I don’t mind the not walking part. I mean now I get to carry her everywhere and that’s really nice. I mean she’s really awesome and she is so cute and she is- wait I can’t say this. She’s a witness. She’s a victim. She’s not available for me. She’s off limits.
I had seen her ass. A perfect heart shaped ass. A beautiful white ass. She was so hot and she wears sexy as hell underwear. She doesn’t even know the effect she has on me. I have to react grumpy towards her in order for me to keep my distance, but it’s getting harder. When I heard she was injured my heart sank. I hate that she thinks I’m grumpy all the time and I hate that she thinks she’s just a burden for me.
I keep feeling like I have to prove myself to her. She’s proven herself to me. She’s so strong. And she can cook the best food ever. She’s amazing. Wait ugh head stop thinking like this, you can’t fall for her!
I paced through the room and after a while Autumn became quiet. I looked around and found her staring at me.
“You said you wanted to prove that me kicking someone in the balls wasn’t going to do anything right?”
“Uhm yeah.” I started to get afraid. Of course getting kicked in the balls hurt, but I needed to prove to her that it wouldn’t do anything, because that way she would depend more on me. She would need my protection so she would accept me being around her and sleeping in the same bed as her.
“Want me to prove it will have its effect?” She asked.
“Uhm okay.” I said. She got up and jumped to me on her one working leg.
“You ready bad ass bad boy?” She asked me with her evil grin. I was starting to worry; she looked like she was enjoying this way too much.
“I was born ready.” I tried to joke but it came out a bit choked.
She stood right in front of me and used the chair to keep her balance. Then she pulled her injured leg back. Wait she isn’t going to kick me with her injured leg. It’s in a cast. That hurts way more than normal!
Then she kicked forward. Right into my balls. I bend over in pain and started to hiss.
“Hurts more than you think huh bad boy?” She asked sarcastically.
“Fuck ouch! Yeah! Ugh ouch! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damn! You’ve got a kick on you.” She hopped back onto the bed and I tried to walk there to, to lie down. That wasn’t my best idea ever. And now she sees I am not needed. And that I have weaknesses. Fuck no! That wasn’t the plan. And my balls are probably bruised now. So fuck! Shit idea! Stupid head! Stupid mouth!
“Are you okay?” She asked as she saw me and my face being torn with pain.
“Ouch fuck no!” I snapped at her.
“I’m sorry.” She said, really regretting kicking me in the balls.
“It’s okay I asked for it. Can you ask if they can send up some ice?” I asked her. She used the phone and called for some ice.
Within 5 minutes it arrived. She jumped to the door and got the ice.
“Dean you are going to have to take of your pants in order for the ice to do its job.”
“Okay but you have to help me!” She placed the ice on the nightstand and jumped to me. She sat down next to me and started to unbutton my pants. Something started to stir inside my pants. You have got to be kidding me! Ughhh! Stupid hormones! She pulled my pants down and grabbed my ice from the night stand. She moved it to my groin with her arm and as she saw my groin she started to giggle. If that’s not embarrassing then I don’t know what is. I blushed.
“You like it?” She asked me with a chuckle. She couldn’t stop staring at my area.
“Maybe?” I said like it was a question. She giggled again. Then she placed the ice on my sensitive area and laid down beside me.
“Autumn?” I asked her.
“Yeah?” she said half asleep.
“Uhm do you uhm are you uhm.” I couldn’t get the sentence out of my mouth.
“What do I or am I?” She asked, pressuring me in telling her.
“Do you think I’m too grumpy?”
“Yeah about that?! Why are you so grumpy?”
“Uhmm no reason?” I didn’t want to tell her.
“Can I call Lacey? I want to go shopping.”
“Yeah sure but you have to take 4 male agents with you too!”
“Ughhh great they can go babysit me, maybe I’ll go buy some lingerie, bet they would like it.” She said in a teasing way.
“Yeah I think they would love to see you in lingerie, except for the fact that they aren’t allowed to.”
“Oh bummer!” She said to me pouting so adorably!
“Wait you just gave me a compliment?!” She said after that. Her face lit up. She looked so cute!
“Jeeez you really can’t talk!” She started.
“Ughhh don’t make everything a question!” She started to get frustrated. She grabbed my phone by hanging over me and started to call Lacey.
“Yeah he’s being grumpy again.”
“What no! He doesn’t like me like that he just likes being annoying, but that wasn’t why I called. Do you want to go shopping?”
“Hahaha yeah okay see you soon, oh and can you send those agents up here, they can laugh their asses of.”
“Haha I will tell you when I see you. You are so going to laugh!”
“Phone call finished?” I asked her.
“What are you going to tell her about? We haven’t been through anything so there’s nothing interesting to tell.”
“Aaah but that’s where you’re wrong Mr. grumpy pants.”
“Oh man not again with that name!”
“Hell yeah! But I got to go bye!”
“Bye!” And she walked out the door. I was all alone now. Lying on the bed. With that damn pain. Why on earth did I let her kick me there? Why on earth did I need to prove myself to her? And why on earth am I always so grumpy around her. She’s sweet and good looking, okay and annoying and a pain in the ass and just really my type. Wait what?! My type?! She isn’t my type! I don’t have a type! I don’t like girls. They always want marriage and such. And all I want is a quick fuck. I can’t have a woman with my job and lifestyle! No I don’t like her. I won’t fall for her. And for any other woman for that fact!
I kept thinking about her. And her life. Why was I so worried when I heard she got shot? I mean I knew she was going to make it so it doesn’t make any sense. I grabbed my work from the bed and sat down reading. What was going to give me a clue about who the victims are and about where James is? Where is he hiding? Where does he pick his victims? Where does he grab his victims?