Page 95 of His Juliet

“At least until you’re completely healed,” she said primly.

“I guess I’ll have to find other things to do in the meantime.” I pulled her flush to my body so she could feel my hard-on.

“You’re kidding me,” she said. “Is this all you think about? When your face is all messed up and your chest is cut and bruised?”

“I’ve got the most gorgeous girl in the world on my lap. Of course I’m fucking hard. I’m always hard around you.”

She narrowed her eyes even as she arched against me, grinding her hot little pussy against my cock. She seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled away. “No. Nope. We’re not doing this. I’m going to get ice for your face, and you’re going to stay on this couch and rest.”

She bandaged the cuts on my face and chest before making me stand and spin for her so she could examine my back. Before I could snag her back onto my lap, she escaped into the kitchen, returning with multiple ice packs, a bag of frozen peas, a bottle of water, and a slice of cake. I snagged the ice packs out of her hands and arranged them against my ribs.

“Lean back.” She gently laid the peas over my nose and I groaned at the instant relief. “Take these.” She pressed some pills into my hand and I took them without questioning, washing them down with huge gulps of water.

I didn’t like that I couldn’t see her in this position, so I reached out until I grasped her hip. “What’s the cake for?”

“In case you need a snack,” she mumbled.

I smiled as I tried to tug her closer. “I’m too weak to eat it myself. You’ll have to feed me.”

She lowered herself back onto my lap. “I think you’re milking this.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I totally was, but who could blame me when my girl was sweetly feeding me chocolate cake and lightly running her fingers over my bruises to make sure I was okay?

“Do you want anything else to eat?”

I removed the peas from my face so I could look at her. “No.” I cupped her face with both hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “But now I need to take care of you.”

“What are you talking about?”

I gently trailed my hands up her thighs so as not to irritate her cuts. “Let me check them. Please.”

“That’s really not necessary,” she whispered.

“It is.” I needed to know she was safe and healing. Needed to see it with my own eyes. “Please,” I repeated, and she relented.

She moved off my lap and peeled down her sweatpants, which weremysweatpants. The possessive asshole in my chest rumbled with satisfaction and questioned my plan to buy Juliet a whole new wardrobe. Maybe I should accidentally misplace all her clothes so she was forced to wear mine at all times.

My mind sobered when I saw the angry red lines slashing her skin. I pulled her between my legs, pressing my face to her stomach and breathing in slowly to calm my heart.

Her fingers ran through my hair. “I’m fine. I’m not the one who lost a fight.”

I scoffed. “I didn’t fucking lose.” If I told her what happened, she would blame herself, but letting her think I was a shitty fighter who couldn’t protect her gave me the burning urge to prove my strength.

“Okay, baby,” she said.

I melted against her. No one had ever called mebabybefore. No one had held me and stroked my hair like this.

I inspected her cuts and re-bandaged the worst one, pressing soft kisses to her skin before pulling her back on my lap. She rested her head on my shoulder and traced the cut on my chest with her gentle fingers. When her lips brushed against my throat, I groaned. The lightest touch from her set me on fire, and my cock twitched beneath us.

“Ignore it,” I said through gritted teeth.

“What if I don’t want to?” she murmured. Before I could stop her, she slipped off my lap until she was on her knees between my legs.

Holy shit.

Fuck.

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