Page 36 of Crusher

Tears swim in my eyes, clouding my vision, but I can still see the sincerity beaming in his gaze.

“Even if you do look like you survived an MMA fight.”

Without another word, Landon moves about his kitchen and hurriedly prepares a simple turkey sandwich with a spicy pickle on the side. It makes me smile, knowing we both like hot foods, and I wonder what else we have in common. I start to hop down from the counter, bracing myself for the impending pain I’ll experience once my feet hit the floor. But I freeze in place when he chastises me.

“Don’t even think about it, woman.” He narrows his whiskey-brown eyes and pins me with a glare. “You better not move that sweet ass one inch before I come back to get you. I mean it, Sadie.” He calls me by my name, so I know he isn’t kidding.

Landon disappears with my food and two bottles of cold water, and I hear his heavy footsteps as he climbs the stairs. A moment later, he returns and scoops me up into his arms. Then, he carries me into the principal bathroom where steaming water fills an oversized soaking tub that overlooks his backyard.

“Better be careful. A girl could get used to this.”

“Good, then my plan is working.” He gives me a sly smirk, and I wonder what all his plan entails.

There’s a beautiful teak tray resting across the tub and my meal is placed on top, just waiting to be devoured. I’m starving and can’t wait to dig into it. But before I can do that, Landon sets me on the tiled ledge, then grabs a first aid kit from beneath his sink.

“Aren’t you prepared,” I tease.

“Disciples live rough lives, baby. Gotta be able to patch myself up when needed.” He’s too busy scrounging through his well-stocked kit to notice the small grimace that twists my features. The thought of him being hurt sends a pang of worry through my chest, proving I care more about this man than I let myself believe.

“I know you’re used to being the one to fix up your patients, but tonight, I get to play doctor.” Mischief sparkles in his eyes, making me smile.

“Is that so… Doctor?”

He sets his supplies on the ledge before kneeling in front of me. “Tell me where it hurts, and I promise to make it all better.” His tone is low and seductive, and I almost forget that I’m dirty and sweaty and beat all to hell. Not to mention the nasty cut on my wrist that I’m thankful isn’t more serious than it is.

But when he kisses me so tenderly and lovingly, all the pain and exhaustion dulls, at least for a few moments, while the world seems to fade away.

Landon breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “As much as I need to be inside you to prove to myself that you’re okay, that’ll just have to wait.”

My eyes close with contentment while he pecks my lips before tending to my wounds. The oversized teddy bear even wraps my wrist in plastic so it doesn’t get wet while I bathe. Once I sink into the hot bath and finish my food, he ensures I drink both bottles of water and brings me another in case I’m still thirsty. I’ve never had anyone treat me so reverently and I wasn’t lying when I said I could get used to this.

He removes the teak tray, then strips down to his boxer-briefs before sitting on the ledge behind me and plunging his feet into the tub. Then he wets my long hair, using a small pitcher he had stored beneath the sink, and proceeds to wash and condition my tangled tresses, expertly massaging my scalp as he goes. He does some kind of sorcery with his fingers, working the knotted muscles in my neck and shoulders. And for the first time in over twenty-four hours, my body begins to finally relax.

I’m surprised at how attentive he is as he carefully washes me. It’s kind and affectionate, but it’s sensual and sexy too. And even though there’s no mistaking that fat steel rod tenting his black briefs, he does his best to ignore it, focusing all his efforts on me and my needs.

When I’m full and hydrated and clean, Landon grabs two fluffy towels, twisting my hair into a giant turban and wrapping me up before carrying me to his bedroom.

“I can walk, you know,” I sass.

“But why do it when I can just as easily carry you?”

I fight against my nature to argue and let him have his way. Besides, if the man wants to carry me around all night, who am I to stop him?

He slips one of his t-shirts over my head and it fits me like a dress, hanging almost to my knees. Then, he checks my wounds and bandages, replacing a few of the butterfly strips on my cheek.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

A peaceful happiness flows through me when he presses his lips to the top of my head, holding them there longer than needed. When he returns, he has a mug of hot tea that he carefully places in my hands before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Drink some of that, then go to sleep. I’m gonna take a shower and check in with my brothers.”

“Make sure you take care of your giant cock while you’re in there.” My gaze drops to his massive erection before returning to his face. “How do you even walk with that thing?” Humor lifts the corners of my mouth into a smile.

“Lots of practice, baby.” He laughs. “Now, get some rest. I’ll just be in here, beatin’ off, wishing I could eat your juicy pussy.”

“Oh-my-god.” I roll my eyes. But my amusement dissipates when he removes his briefs, stands next to me by the bed, and gives his long, thick dick a few lazy strokes. My pussy twitches and my thighs clench together.

“Just a little something for you to dream about.” He smirks, kissing my forehead before giving me a spectacular view of his glorious ass.

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