Addicted To You (MAYHEM #1)

Chapter 38

It's good that she's letting me take care of her. 

I carried her into the bathroom and placed her under the shower so that I can clean her tender skin.  The soft smile that she had on her lips was there the whole time as she held onto me.  She didn't argue that she was fine. She didn't laugh or push me away. She let me.

I had never had anyone to take care of. I'd tried once before, but Melissa didn't want me to take care of her, so I didn't try again. She'd pushed me away, letting me know that I wasn't the person she wanted or needed to be with. It had been another slap in my face that time because I knew then, women only wanted to fuck me. They weren't interested in anything else.

Nevertheless, Felicity, my Felicity, allowed me to care of her. Under my gaze, she seemed to glow. I'd been looking forward to this for a long time. I had hoped that Melissa would be the answer. But having had a taste of it with someone else, she knew it wasn't for her, and she knew I wasn't for her. I felt compelled to send her a fucking thank-you note. What if that guy hadn't snatched her heart away? Would I have missed this because of Melissa? Would I have never met Felicity? I was shaken by the thought of not having her.

I wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed once I had cleaned her up. The sheets had a small crimson bloodstain on them, and the possessive monster in me flung his head back and yelled in delight. I stood there holding her and letting the proof that I was the only man to be inside her wash over me.

Felicity turned her head, and I felt her stiffen in my arms. "Oh, I can clean that up," she said, starting to wiggle.

I pulled her tighter to my chest. "No. I'm going to dry you off and hold you some more. I like seeing that blood. I did that," The pleasure in my voice made Felicity smile.

"Okay," she replied. "But you have to sing tonight. What time is it?"

Shit. I'd forgotten about that again. Glancing at the clock, I had thirty minutes before I needed to be at Indigo.

"You're going," she said with a determined look on her face.

I wasn't going to argue with her. She would be upset if I missed a show again for her, and Sawyer would be royally pissed. "Then you're going with me. I'll go get dressed, and you get your sexy ass ready," I told her as I sat her down on the edge of the bed.

She nodded, then she bit her lip and glanced back at the blood.

"Keep looking at those sheets, baby, and we won't leave this apartment," I warned her. My need to hold her and touch her and make sure she knew just how much I cherished her was killing me.

She jerked her head back around and her eyes went big. "Sorry. Go! I will get ready."

Chuckling, I bent down and kissed her head before heading for the door.

"Oh my god! Oh, Kyson! I am so sorry!" I stopped and turned back around. Felicity was covering her face, and it was etched with horror. 

I hated seeing her upset. Two strides, and I was back in her face, pulling her hands away. "Love, what's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me," she moaned pitifully.

"Tell you what?" I asked as my gaze quickly ran over her, looking for something that could have upset her.

"Your back," she said, looking up at me. "I scratched it up. I didn't mean to. I really didn't. I can wash it for you and get some ointment." She started to get up, but I grabbed her legs and pushed her back down.

The fact that I had scratches on my back that Felicity had put there made me insanely happy. "I'm marked," I told her, and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth that was currently frowning. "By you. I love being marked by you. It's sexy and it's hot, and you gave them to me while giving me a pleasure that I didn't know existed. So, don't apologize for my scratches. I fucking love them."

I kissed her tenderly on the mouth and stood up before I pushed her back onto the bed and forgot I had a gig that night.

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It was difficult to keep my focus on the crowd. In order to check if Felicity was there, I kept peeking back. If I don't stop, Sawyer and I would have a serious fight, but my need to have her near me was fucking with my head.

Tatiana's familiar brown head moved through the crowd and toward the stage door. Shit. She knew what my problem was, and she was going to take my distraction away. Turning to look back at Felicity, I debated leaving the song and going to keep Tatiana from taking her, when a smile lit up her face. She liked my sister.

Tatiana was talking to her, and Felicity's pleased look kept me from going over there and demanding she stay near me. She would be fine with my sister. I would then have my attention focused on the crowd, especially the crowd where Felicity would be sitting. Felicity glanced over at me, and I nodded once to let her know it was fine.

She beamed a bright smile that squeezed my heart, then walked off with Tatiana. We ended the song and Sawyer walked over to me.

"Thank fuck for small miracles," he muttered before taking a swig of his water. "And your back looks like the possessive monster must have just hit a new level of insane. If those claw marks are what I think they are."

I didn't even look at him. I kept my gaze locked on Felicity walking through the crowd with Tatiana. She was taking her back to the table where Stan and Jeydon were. Thursday nights were date night for Stan and Tatiana. Most of the time they came here, and Preston and Emily kept the kids. The only other times Tatiana and Stan were able to come were when the kids stayed the night with friends.

Felicity took a stool beside some brunette I didn't recognize, a girl who was leaning over to Jeydon a lot. He didn't do dates, so she was probably another woman trying to reel in the ever-elusive guy. But then, not everyone knew his story. If they did, they'd not even waste their time.

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