Page 12 of Captivated with Them

Chapter Six

Ryan

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THE PAIN WOKE ME BEFOREany alarm went off.

Fuck.

I knew I’d pay for the massive hike eventually. I just hadn’t understood how bad it would be. My non-existent lower leg was on fire, and it felt like someone was stabbing a screwdriver in my foot and twisting it.

Kodee’s voice came from beside me. “Ryan? Are you all right? What do you need?”

I hadn’t realized I’d been moaning.

“My meds,” I managed to grate. “They’re in the bathroom.”

Kodee climbed out of bed and crossed the room. Even the sight of his perfect high butt wasn’t enough to distract me from the pain. I was experiencing the agony two-fold—the physical pain of my stump having swollen from overexertion, and the twisting, stabbing of the phantom limb pain in a foot that no longer existed.

The rattle of bottles came from the bathroom as Kodee picked up my meds from where I’d left them in the cabinet above the sink, and then the gush of water as he filled a glass from the faucet. He carried them back to me, opening the bottles and tipping the pills into my hand.

I threw them down my throat in one go and washed them down with the water. I’d become an expert at taking medication since I’d gotten injured.

Kodee hovered over me, frowning down, biting his lower lip. I wasn’t in a position to do or say anything to reassure him, even though I hated him worrying about me.

“The meds are going to take a good half an hour to work,” he said, already knowing the routine. “You need something to help with the pain before then.”

“Kodee—” I knew where this was leading. I wanted to protest, but I was in too much pain to think straight.

He stepped forward and caught me by the jaw and tilted my head back. Then he lowered his mouth and traced a line down my throat with his tongue. I trembled in response, my skin erupting in goosebumps as his saliva left a cool, wet trail down to my shoulder. His teeth pressed against the point where my shoulder met my neck, biting just hard enough to hurt. The pain distracted my brain—much in a way a TENS machine did, only a thousand times more powerful.

His hand covered the front of my underwear, and he squeezed me forcefully. My cock sprang to attention, reacting to his touch, just as he knew it would. Kodee slept naked, and having him right there, in front of me, in all his big, beautiful glory was already a turn-on.

I groaned, my eyes slipping shut. The way he rubbed my cock instantly pulled my thoughts away from everything else. I was hard, so hard, my balls tightening.

He freed me from my shorts and worked me, his hand pumping from the swollen head down to the base. He kissed my neck again, and the kiss morphed into another bite.

Was Rue being forced to do this to another man right now? Was she being held by the hair while some asshole fucked her face, or bent over a table while he pushed his cock inside her pussy? And what about Dillon? He could be dead, for all we knew, his body disfigured beyond all recognition and dumped out in the wilderness for wild animals to finish off.

My erection wilted at the thought.

Kodee noticed and leaned back to look into my face. “What’s wrong?”

“We can’t. It doesn’t feel right with Rue and Dillon not here.”

“Fuck that. You being in so much pain isn’t right either, Ryan. Neither of them would want you to suffer. You know that!”

We hadn’t done anything when we’d gone to bed the previous night. Instead, we’d lain in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts. How could we find pleasure in each other when Dillon was hurt and being held captive, and Rue was quite possibly being fucked by another man against her will? It had felt so wrong, and both of us knew it, but now Kodee was suggesting we do exactly that.

Over the time we’d known each other, Kodee had helped me learn how to cope with the pain of my amputations, both mental and physical. But the truth was the main thing that helped with the pain was sex—the rougher, the better. It forced my brain to focus on something else, and when it was over, it seemed to snap the cycle.

“Neither of them would want you to be in pain, Ryan. They’ll both know you thought of them, but they would hate to see you suffer.”

I wanted to believe him, but I still felt guilty.

A fresh stab of pain went through a calf muscle that had been lost in a far-off country. It felt as though someone had stabbed a knife through my non-existent leg and twisted it. I doubled over, wincing, my teeth clenched against the cry of agony, frustration and anger building inside me. Why did life have to be so fucking unfair?

“That’s enough,” Kodee said, determination in his brown eyes. “I’m not going to watch you in pain when I can do something to help.”

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