Page 20 of Wrangling Nash

My foot throbbed as Mitchell carried me inside, placing me on the couch before heading to the bathroom to gather what he needed.

“I’m going to clean it out, Jovie, but this may sting,” Mitchell warned as he pressed a piece of gauze sprayed with an antiseptic to the spot. It did sting, but thankfully the pain was short-lived.

“Was that bad?” he asked.

“Nope,” I smiled through the pain.

“Ok, good. Now put this cold compress on it and elevate it for the rest of the night. You should be good as new by tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Mitchell. I really appreciate this,” I said as he stood up, wiped his hands on his shirt and nodded with a smile, then turned to leave.

“Take care of her tonight, Clay,” Mitchell called back before hesitating like he wanted to say something more. Instead, he turned and exited the house.

No sooner than the door closed behind Mitchell, an angry and unexpected Nash burst in through the front door.

“What the hell happened?” Nash demanded, his eyes scanned my body where I lay on the couch, finally landing on Clay kneeling next to me.

“Calm down, bro. A non-venomous scorpion got her when she picked up a piece of wood by the pool,” Clay explained.

“What the hell were you thinking putting her in danger?” Nash growled at Clay.

“Nash, I'm fine” I stated, but Clay didn’t need my defense.

“It was a bonfire, not a brothel. I didn’t put her in harm’s way,” Clay retorted with an eye roll, heading back out to the pool area to clean up the mess we'd left behind from dinner.

Nash and I were left in the living room now. Though I was upset that Nash had attacked Clay, Mitchell’s advice to stay lying down with my foot elevated prevented me from meeting Nash’s gaze. He was acting ridiculous, and it annoyed me that he was blaming Clay for something he couldn't have prevented. Additionally, I couldn’t make sense why he cared so much.

I could feel Nash’s eyes on my back as he stood by the front door. Hesitantly, he walked over and sat down, perching on the coffee table beside me.

Chapter 17: Nash

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“A little, but I’m fine. You didn’t need to yell at Clay; he couldn’t have known a scorpion was in that wood pile.”

“Yes, but it was reckless. He should have been the one gathering the wood. Scorpions like dark, cool places like that to hang out. And what if it had been poisonous?"

Jovie rolled her eyes at me, causing me to clench my jaw.

I can think of a few ways to get her eye rolling to stop, I thought, my hand twitched, eager to take her over my knee and give her round ass that I hadn't been able to stop thinking about fisting a good firm spanking.

“You know, you roll your eyes a lot when you talk to me.” I stated.

“You should stop doing things that make me roll my eyes, then.”

I clenched my jaw again. “Did Clay at least clean the wound out well?” I reached down to move the ice pack she had pressed to her tan foot and white toenails to get a better look.

“Clay didn’t clean it; Mitchell did.”

I internally growled at hearing Mitchell had been there for her when she was hurt instead of me, though I knew I should be thanking him and not wanting to knock his face inward for touching her. Instead, I focused my thoughts on Jovie’s foot that was now in my hand as I brought it to my lap to examine, right next to my cock that was starting to get hard just with looking at her toes.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I did my best to inspect the sting mark, but now all I could think about was how smooth and soft her feet were. Like warm caramel, buttery and dripping through my fingers. I cleared my throat, trying to distract myself before my hard-on became a full-blown boner.

“Yeah, it doesn’t look too bad,” I responded, my voice gravely.

My eyes drifted up to hers, where she looked back at me, that same seductive look she’d had the day I ran into her in the store, and she'd asked for my help. Slowly, my fingers trailed up a little higher, past her ankle and reaching the bottom of where her calf started as I stroked her bare skin.

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