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Chapter Five
While Mac dried her hair, Lisa sat on the stool in the
bathroom, trying to process all the things he had told her since yesterday. She
sniffed surreptitiously. She could smell honey and wondered if it was one of
the shampoos. She understood where she was. It sounded like a group home she
had stayed in briefly, in between foster placements as a child. Some of them
had been very nice. She’d never known her real parents. They’d died in an
accident, and she didn’t have any other family. That’s what they’d told her
while growing up in the system.
She remembered the first time she’d lost her temper in one
of the group homes. Just started getting breasts and had been proud of her
body. She was so excited she’d been able to use her clothing allowance to buy a
bra. Lisa scowled at the memory of the boy, Bryan, his name was. He’d followed
her all the way down the stairs to the TV room, snapping her bra strap,
laughing and asking to see her boobs. It seemed so silly now. Other kids would
have just laughed and ignored him. Other kids would have
maybe shouted, or maybe told the house mother, but no, not her. She’d
snapped and pushed him down the stairs. They moved her to a secure group home then,
and things had gone from bad to worse. She’d never worn a bra again.
Mac’s arms rested gently on her shoulders. He totally
confused her. He said his family ran the group home, and she remembered him
coming for her in the hospital, but she still didn’t understand why.
She took in his powerful body. God, the guy was enormous,
all muscles with short black hair. He was like one of the football players some
of the orderlies commented on when they watched a game. Weird
blue eyes. Like he could see right through you. And he had spent the day with her. God,
he had bathed her. He had kissed her and held her like she was his, like
she belonged to him. She remembered when she reacted downstairs to Alex, Mac hadn’t hit her or drugged her. He’d just held her
and told her to stop, and her body had listened. No one had ever been able to
get her to calm down by just talking, ever.
“You about done?” The smiling blue
eyes pulled her from her thoughts.
Lisa nodded, still unable to trust her voice after it being
silent for so long.
“I’ll just be outside.” He pushed some clothes toward her,
smiled, and left her to get dressed.
Lisa smiled again at his thoughtfulness. She hadn’t had any
privacy in what seemed to be a very long time.
She opened the bathroom door, dressed in the jeans and blue
T-shirt she’d pulled from the pile, liking the snug fit of the denim. She
looked shyly at the man who stood by the bed, relaxed with his arms crossed.
“Very nice.” Mac smiled and came
closer. “Now, you need food. You have hardly eaten anything since you got here.
Everyone’s out except Riley and Cassie, so think you could brave downstairs
again?”
Lisa’s breath hitched. Downstairs? Could she?
“We’ve also asked Dr. Michaels to look in on you today.”
“Why?” Lisa’s feet came to a stop, alarm spiking.
“Dr. Michaels has the experience to understand what you’ve
gone through. He can give any advice Riley needs to help you. Don’t worry, I’ve
got you.” He pulled Lisa into a big warm hug. She stiffened and waited for the
slivers of panic to creep in. She didn’t do touching much. No, she did. It was
just that no one had touched her without trying to restrain her, forever. Mac
tucked her under his chin. Her body relaxed, and she sighed. Safe,
safe and warm, warm right down to her toes. Her stomach rumbled.
“Come on, let’s feed you. I’m starving.”
Lisa blushed and thought about her plump body again. At
least, he hadn’t commented on that, but she would only eat small bits. She was
big enough.
Lisa walked into the kitchen, holding Mac’s hand and smiled
at Cassie and Riley. Cassie grinned and put a burger and fries in front of her.
“Thank you,”
from.
Chapter Five
While Mac dried her hair, Lisa sat on the stool in the
bathroom, trying to process all the things he had told her since yesterday. She
sniffed surreptitiously. She could smell honey and wondered if it was one of
the shampoos. She understood where she was. It sounded like a group home she
had stayed in briefly, in between foster placements as a child. Some of them
had been very nice. She’d never known her real parents. They’d died in an
accident, and she didn’t have any other family. That’s what they’d told her
while growing up in the system.
She remembered the first time she’d lost her temper in one
of the group homes. Just started getting breasts and had been proud of her
body. She was so excited she’d been able to use her clothing allowance to buy a
bra. Lisa scowled at the memory of the boy, Bryan, his name was. He’d followed
her all the way down the stairs to the TV room, snapping her bra strap,
laughing and asking to see her boobs. It seemed so silly now. Other kids would
have just laughed and ignored him. Other kids would have
maybe shouted, or maybe told the house mother, but no, not her. She’d
snapped and pushed him down the stairs. They moved her to a secure group home then,
and things had gone from bad to worse. She’d never worn a bra again.
Mac’s arms rested gently on her shoulders. He totally
confused her. He said his family ran the group home, and she remembered him
coming for her in the hospital, but she still didn’t understand why.
She took in his powerful body. God, the guy was enormous,
all muscles with short black hair. He was like one of the football players some
of the orderlies commented on when they watched a game. Weird
blue eyes. Like he could see right through you. And he had spent the day with her. God,
he had bathed her. He had kissed her and held her like she was his, like
she belonged to him. She remembered when she reacted downstairs to Alex, Mac hadn’t hit her or drugged her. He’d just held her
and told her to stop, and her body had listened. No one had ever been able to
get her to calm down by just talking, ever.
“You about done?” The smiling blue
eyes pulled her from her thoughts.
Lisa nodded, still unable to trust her voice after it being
silent for so long.
“I’ll just be outside.” He pushed some clothes toward her,
smiled, and left her to get dressed.
Lisa smiled again at his thoughtfulness. She hadn’t had any
privacy in what seemed to be a very long time.
She opened the bathroom door, dressed in the jeans and blue
T-shirt she’d pulled from the pile, liking the snug fit of the denim. She
looked shyly at the man who stood by the bed, relaxed with his arms crossed.
“Very nice.” Mac smiled and came
closer. “Now, you need food. You have hardly eaten anything since you got here.
Everyone’s out except Riley and Cassie, so think you could brave downstairs
again?”
Lisa’s breath hitched. Downstairs? Could she?
“We’ve also asked Dr. Michaels to look in on you today.”
“Why?” Lisa’s feet came to a stop, alarm spiking.
“Dr. Michaels has the experience to understand what you’ve
gone through. He can give any advice Riley needs to help you. Don’t worry, I’ve
got you.” He pulled Lisa into a big warm hug. She stiffened and waited for the
slivers of panic to creep in. She didn’t do touching much. No, she did. It was
just that no one had touched her without trying to restrain her, forever. Mac
tucked her under his chin. Her body relaxed, and she sighed. Safe,
safe and warm, warm right down to her toes. Her stomach rumbled.
“Come on, let’s feed you. I’m starving.”
Lisa blushed and thought about her plump body again. At
least, he hadn’t commented on that, but she would only eat small bits. She was
big enough.
Lisa walked into the kitchen, holding Mac’s hand and smiled
at Cassie and Riley. Cassie grinned and put a burger and fries in front of her.
“Thank you,”
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