Love Painted Red

Chapter 2

"Are you alright?" A hushed voice asks, the owners fingers gliding through my tussled hair. My eyes flickered up to meet shining gray orbs staring back at me as she maneuvers her way from behind me to place herself onto my lap. I watch as she gracefully displays her body before me, blonde hair framing that beautiful face, but all I can think about is Damien's smirk before he bites down into his lower lip, eyes teasing, drinking in my naked body below him. I could feel his hands clamping on my waist to keep me from bucking up, knowing he can see the impatience on my flushed face. My legs would wrap around his waist.

She scoots closer, her thighs enclosing around my waist and her hands resting on my shoulders.

"Good morning," she whispers after a moment of long drawn out silence follows her question. She's draped in a silk robe that only goes so far as to cover the rounds of her ass cheeks and stops short where her thighs start when she's standing. When she's sitting it rides up to give a glimpse of what is hiding underneath, which is nothing. I can see the outlines of her nipples and feel her flesh underneath my wondering hands as they come up to slide underneath the robe and rest on her lower back. I'm also naked underneath the sheets. I assumed as much, but I hadn't been expecting to find myself in this bed and with this Lovett. Although, I'm grateful that I am for safety reasons. I guess she saw the mixture of emotions on my face as she smiles, cupping my cheek.

"David?"

Her nimble fingers come up to undo the tie of the robe and it gently slides from her shoulders as she allows it to fall, eventually kicking it to the floor. She leans forward and brushes her nose against mine before leaning further to press a kiss to my lips.

"Hungover from the Bachelor's party, I presume?" she whispered, placing a kiss to my jaw.

"Yeah, I'm a bit tired," I excused myself, letting out a sigh and giving her an apologetic smile before patting her side, a signal that I wasn't ready. If anything, for the first time in my life, I felt like I'd had enough. I could feel the aching in my bones and the bruises on my hips that were barely hidden beneath the silk sheets. She maneuvers herself off of my lap and sits on her side of the bed, undoubtedly watching me as I stood up stiffly.

I ignore the sudden pain that shot through my backside as I made my way over to the bathroom, gripping the door frame to keep from groaning in pain, and I can feel the complete rawness of my lower lip as I bite down. They must have bled at least once last night, but if they had, I hadn't noticed.

I must have been standing in the bathroom mirror for a good minute reliving the moment because she called my name again, standing up from the sheets and coming to meet me at the bathroom door.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm just bit out of it...had a bit too much to drink last night." It was true. I could feel the incessant pounding in my head and the gross feeling in my gut. I could also feel hunger in my gut and pain in my ass. I shuddered when she touched me, her fingertips feeling like ice against my flushed skin.

"Well it's Saturday, you can stay in bed, love." She informed me when she caught the grimace that replaced the reassuring smile that I wanted her so desperately to buy. The sudden blare of the bathroom lights only made my head pound harder and made my vision even worse as I scrambled to find the knob for the faucet.

"I'll just take some pain medicine. I can't stay holed up in here for an entire-"

"You need sleep," she cut me off, reaching out to grab my arm. I could feel her tugging and I could feel my feet scuffling against the floor, but everything was much too blurry.

She paused when we made it to the bed and waited for me to climb in before reaching to grab something off of the nightstand.

"Pain medication," she informed me as she dropped two into my palm and handed me a glass of water. I took them both and relished in the coolness of her palm as she placed it against my forehead. My eyes fluttered closed, so of course I was confused when she gasped. My eyes opened to see her staring down at the bruises on waist.