Page 94 of His Juliet

She huffed, crossing her arms. I didn’t hide the fact that I was eyeing her ample tits, my palms itching to squeeze them.

“Fine,” she huffed.

I gave her face one last caress and headed into the bathroom, leaving the door open wide in invitation. I stripped off my clothes and turned the water on, getting in before it turned hot. The icy spray cleared my head. I touched my nose. It definitely felt like it was fractured, but it wasn’t crooked and the bleeding had stopped, so that was something. Nothing could be done about it, anyway. I would just have to wait for it to heal.

Light feet padded on the tile floor, and there was Juliet, her furious eyes fixed on me.

“Come to join me?”

“No.” Her jaw was set, her cute little nose upturned, and it made me even harder. “I’m just making sure you don’t pass out.”

I grinned, fisting my cock and slowly moving my hand up and down. “Mmm, I’m feeling quite lightheaded. I might need you to support me.”

Her cheeks flamed red and she pointedly averted her gaze. “If you pass out, I’ll drag you out of the shower.”

I snorted a laugh. “What would I do without you?”

She busied herself with getting the first aid kit out from under the sink. Well, if she wasn’t getting in with me, I wasn’t about to stay separated from her for a moment longer than I needed to. I quickly finished my shower and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around my waist and stalked towards Juliet, pure satisfaction strumming through my chest when she followed the trail of water droplets down my chest.

She shook her head and made a squeaky little noise before grabbing the first aid kit and whirling out of the bathroom. I followed close on her heels.

“Sit down,” she said, pointing at the couch.

My lips twitched as I tried to keep from smiling at her bossiness. “Whatever you say, angel.”

I held in a groan, my ribs screaming as I lowered myself down. Juliet’s trembling lower lip told me I hadn’t disguised my pain well enough. She set the kit on the coffee table, along with a bowl of water and a washcloth. I spread my legs so she could step between them.

“I’m mad at you,” she said as she gently started cleaning the remaining blood off my face.

I cupped the back of her thighs as she worked on me, feeling perfectly content. “I’m sorry.”

“Is this going to be a common thing? You coming home like this?”

My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. She’d saidhome.

“Why are you smiling?” she snapped. Now tears were forming in her eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t like this.”

I tugged her down so she was straddling my lap and wrapped my arms around her, not caring about the sharp pain in my sides.

“Sometimes I’ll get hurt, but I promise I’ll always do my best to come home to you. This is just from a training exercise. I was never in danger.”

She pursed her lips but continued cleaning the blood from my face. Luckily, she kept her tears from falling. I couldn’t stand it when she cried.

“But you are in danger sometimes.”

My chest tightened at the wobble in her voice. “Yeah, sweetheart. Sometimes.” After a lifetime of craving danger and throwing myself in headfirst without considering my safety, it was strange to have someone to come home to. Strange and wonderful.

“You know what would make my face feel better?” I asked as she finished up.

“Ice?”

“Nah. I think it’d feel better if you sat on it. Rubbed that sweet pussy all over me.”

Her cheeks flushed dark red, and I laughed. She shoved my shoulder—so gently I barely felt it—and pursed her lips.

“Yeah, we will not be doing that.”

“Ever?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes.

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