Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“Oh,” he said.
“Yeah, and right now we’re going to have blood and pain. Kind of freaking out.”
“I’m here.”
She nodded. “Yes, you’re here.”
“Does that offer you any comfort at all?”
“A little.” She squeezed the counter, and he watched her close her eyes. “I’m ready.”
He looked down at the glass. Blood spread around the wound, and from the way she was acting, she was in pain. The tightness of her lips, the tension in her shoulders.
Great.
Why did he have to be the one to cause her pain?
He blew out a breath. There was enough of the glass sticking up for him to use his fingers to get it out. He hoped to whatever fucking person was watching, nothing happened to his woman. This had to be the worst timing in the world.
“I’m ready, Lucas,” she said.
He glanced up to see an eye was open.
“Do you think I am?” he asked.
“You’ve got to pull it out. I can’t.”
“I know. I will. I just…”
“What?”
“I don’t want to cause you any pain, okay? I’ve done enough damage. This is— I don’t want to hurt you.”
Silence fell between them as he stared at her foot. Why did her calf have to look so damn sexy?
“Lucas, this isn’t your fault. I was careless. I need you to do this because I can’t, and I don’t know how long it will take for them to send someone, seeing as we’ve got to wait for a phone call to even alert anyone that we’re in danger. You know, I think this is a highly fucked-up situation.”
“Oh, yeah, why?”
“Think about it, we could have fallen and broken our necks or something. We have no way of contacting them. Kind of reckless.”
“It takes a lot to kill us, Mabel.”
“You’re not the one with a piece of glass hanging out of your foot.”
He grabbed the piece of glass and pulled as she ranted at him. She grabbed the edge of the sink and screamed.
The shard was sharp and deep, but he got it all out.
“I got it.” He tossed the shard into the sink and inspected her foot.
“Oh, God,” Mabel said, and seconds later, she slumped. He had enough time to catch her before she collapsed and nearly broke her neck.
Wrapping his arms around her, he held on. “I’ve got you,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say.
Stroking his fingers through her hair, he moved so he could hold her properly. Rather than try to finish repairing her foot in the bathroom, he carried her to his bed. Laying her against the sheets, he smiled, fanning out her hair.
He’d been imagining her in his bed for a long time. He didn’t exactly expect the first time they were together for her to be passed out. For now, he would live with it.
After returning to the bathroom, he grabbed the first aid kit and went back to her. She was still passed out. He didn’t give himself time to enjoy the sight of her. Grabbing her foot, he got to work making sure the wound was clear of glass.
Once he was sure it was, he wrapped it in a bandage to keep it clean. There was no equipment for stitches. Their bodies healed fast, and he hoped that would happen here.
With her foot wrapped up, he checked her other foot, then her knees. There were no other scrapes or damage. Dropping a kiss to each knee, then her foot, he stared at her, and saw that she’d opened her eyes.
“I passed out, didn’t I?”
“Just a little.”
She sat up and sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to.”
She looked down at her foot. “Thank you.”
“I don’t think it’s the best you can get. I’m no nurse or doctor, but it should give you time to heal.”
He wanted to say so much more, but instead, he got to his feet. “I’ll clean up.”
Going back to the bathroom, he wrapped the shard of glass in a towel and threw it into the trashcan. Once he’d washed the sink and the floor of a few traces of blood, he went back to the bedroom to find Mabel balancing on the toes of one foot.
She held on to one of the posters of the bed. “I was thinking of going to make some food.”
“I can do it.”
“I don’t mind.”
He walked up to her so she had nowhere to go. Stroking her cheek, he wanted nothing more than to sink into her virgin cunt. As he ran his thumb across her lips, he was entranced by her gaze.
“Lucas?”
“You’ve got to learn to let me help you. You’re my mate. Let me do this.”
She put her hand over his. “Okay.”
Her lips beckoned him to kiss.
He controlled the impulse, lifting her in his arms and carrying her downstairs to the kitchen.
“I can walk.”
“And you don’t have to. Admit it, it’s good to have a mate who can carry you.” He winked at her.