"You can't be serious. You haven't seen me yet."
"I have scars too." I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it off my body. "Most of these I got in the middle of a ground fight in Afghanistan." I point to the tiny scars. "There are more, some have faded as well, but the one on my thigh is one of the worst." I drop trou, refusing to hide the fact that my dick is perpetually hard around her. It stretches the fabric of my boxers, but I ignore the need to relieve the ache. I point out the eight-inch scar on my thigh. "This nearly killed me. It cut my femoral artery, but luckily Doc was there and worked his magic. It sucks that it's there, but it reminds me how far I've come and reminds me never to give up."
"Anthony," she sobs, stepping toward me to brush her hand over it. "Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore."
"Does this hurt?" She wraps her hand around my cock. I close my eyes and nod.
"It does, but you have that effect on me."
A knock on the door catches her by surprise and she jumps back, nearly falling. I quickly adjust her back onto her feet before pulling up my pants. "She's getting changed. We need five minutes."
"Okay, Blade. I'll be back in twenty to go over everything before you leave,” Doc says with a chuckle.
"Thanks, Doc."
"Get dressed, beautiful." I watch her tug off the hospital gown, her large breasts bared to me, and I swear my cock isn't going to hurt for long. I'm going to embarrass myself really fast. I close my eyes and groan.
"I told you. It's too hard to see."
"Sweetheart, no. You're going to turn me into a teenage boy looking at your tits. I want them in my mouth while I play with your pussy. See what you're doing to me?" Her eyes widen. I free my cock from my pants, realizing she might just need this as much as I do. Sitting her back until her ass hits the bed, I stroke my cock, beads of cum lubing my fingers. "You're perfect to me. This is what seeing you like this does to me. I'm about to come. I wish it were inside you, but you're not ready for the beast in me. Part those thighs." She does, and I see her kitten's fucking soaked. "Damn, baby. You like what you see?"
"Yes," she moans, running her good hand over her tits. I drop my mouth onto hers as I use one hand to rub my cock and the other to tease her pussy, which that fucker Brandon didn't get his hands on. She moans into my mouth. I pull away to drop to my knees. My shoulders lightly part her legs so I can taste her sopping wet slit. "Do you want to come, baby?"
"Yes, Anthony. I can't do it for myself," she confesses.
"Cover your mouth. I don't want anyone else hearing the sounds coming from your lips. Your orgasms belong to me.” Running my nose through her light thatch of curls, I breathe her in, knowing that I'll never get enough of Jules's juices. I swipe my tongue along her seam and she whimpers, slapping her hand to her mouth. Dipping one finger inside, I struggle as her walls fight the intrusion. "Relax for me, baby." I thrust my tongue inside, stabbing her sweet heat while I work her to the knuckle. She's on the verge, but then so am I. I groan, stroking my meat, beating it like it stole my money. It's made me lose my fucking mind. I'm eating Jules out when I should be letting her rest, but my girl doesn't seem to mind.
Swirling my tongue around her hole, I lick up every drop she gives me. Then I suck her nub hard, sending my woman over the edge. She cries out, biting down on her hand, and the sight breaks me. I come hard, shooting my load onto her panties. Oops. I soak them with my seed, thinking the next time she wears cum-soaked panties, it's going to be because I nutted deep inside her womb and she walked around with me dripping down her legs.
"You're going to need another pair," I growl, standing up with my mouth landing on hers. "You're so sexy when you come for me, Jules. I love you."
"I love you, too, Anthony." Those words hit me hard and fill me up with freaking joy. I never expected her to return the sentiment.
"Thank God. Now, let's get you dressed before someone breaks in here and I have to poke their fucking eyes out."
"With that big cock of yours?" she teases, smiling so damn brightly. I love it.
"No, this baby is only for you. Although I'll do my best never to hurt your lovely eyes. Your throat, well, I might have to punish your smart mouth from time to time."
"Well, you should know I run my mouth a lot,” she affirms with a serious nod.
"Good. Very good,” I say, tapping her chin with my finger.
I’m about to stuff her pale pink panties into my pocket, but she reaches for them, sliding them up her legs. I groan when she makes sure to press them against her seam, knowing damn well my nut is all over them.
I struggle to keep my dick under control as she slips into a pretty sundress. With the heat and her injuries, it's best that she doesn't wear anything too constricting, including a bra because one of her lacerations sits right above her left breast. It's millimeters from her heart. I'll bury my blade into Brandon the second I get my chance; slow and steady will he receive his cuts.
I open the door the second she's ready, and then we sit on the bed and wait. Doc comes in with a handful of papers just a minute later.
He looks back and forth between us and says to Jules, “Your color’s a little high. Are you feeling well?” he asks with a teasing smile.
"You can call me whenever, but just in case, here are her instructions."
"Thanks. Her meds?"
"She needs to stay on the antibiotics. I put the script in so when you get to Steeleville, it'll be ready to pick up from the pharmacy. I can have one of the guys pick it up so you don't have to get it yourself.”
"Thanks. I'll send a text to Cyber." I pull out my phone and send a text before I forget.
"Okay. Take care, Ms. Walker,” Doc says.
Soon, it will be Mrs. Santini. "It’s Jules."
"Jules, I'll see you around." He winks at her, earning a warning glare from me.
"Thanks so much."
"My pleasure." He goes before he sees me lose my temper. Doc's a great guy and is married, but he knows what it's like to be a possessive son of a bitch when it comes to his woman. I've protected each one of the Rider women, so it is fucking tearing me up inside that I didn't protect her.
Another couple of minutes pass before the nurse strolls in with the wheelchair for Jules. "I can walk just fine."
"Please, do it for me, baby,” I plead, placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Fine,” she huffs. I take her good hand and help her sit in the wheelchair.
But as soon as Jules sits, I can see the relief on her face. She's more exhausted than she's letting on. Now I feel like a selfish fuck for using her body like I did, even if she enjoyed that shit. I wheel her out of the room with her bag over my shoulder while the nurse follows us with a few instructions. As we get to the lobby, we’re confronted with trouble.
“We’re so glad you’re getting out,” her mother says. We freeze in the middle of the lobby within feet of her mother. The harpy’s not alone. The piece-of-shit stepfather of hers is here along with another man that I don’t know, but he looks familiar.