Page 176 of Bratva's Vow
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
WREN
Maxim helped me to the bathroom like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like we hadn’t skipped over the honeymoon phase and jumped straight into “assisted urination” on the relationship timeline.
“I can do it,” I mumbled, even as he kept an arm locked around my waist. The truth was, I probably couldn’t. My legs still wobbled like overcooked noodles, and everything took three times as much effort. But it felt important to pretend I had some dignity left, even if I was rocking a hospital gown with an open back and no underwear.
“You said that yesterday,” Maxim said, steady as ever, “then tried to sit on the lid when your legs gave out.”
“One time! It happened one time.”
“One time too many.”
He helped lower me onto the seat, warm hand braced gently at the back of my neck. Then he stepped back like a gentleman to let me pee in peace.
Everything hurt. Everything was slow. But when I finallyfinished, I felt lighter, like my bladder wasn’t being crushed by the weight of the world anymore.
Maxim stepped back in to help me stand. He wrapped his arm around me again, one big palm firm against my chest as he used the other to adjust the back of my gown.
Then it happened.
Not a full-on erection. But enough of one it twitched awake between my thighs—lazy, curious, like it was wondering where the hell it had been for the last week.
Maxim noticed instantly.
“Wren,” he groaned, stepping back to give me space. “Are you seriously getting hard right now?”
I looked down. Grinned. “Oh. Well. Hello, friend.”
Maxim dragged a hand over his face. “I just helped you pee. Why are you hard?”
“You’ve got muscular arms. You held me real close. The math maths.”
He gave me a dry look. “You're unbelievable.”
“I’ve been sick for almost two weeks,” I said, half whining, half triumphant. “There were so many tubes and needles in me I thought my dick had gone into permanent retirement. This is acelebration.”
“I’m glad to see your priorities are in order.”
“I’m glad to seehimin order. For a minute there, I thought I’d become a walking Fleshlight, only for your pleasure and none of my own.”
At the sink, I washed my hands while he supported me from behind. My eyes met his in the mirror. I wasn’t the only one hard.
“I thought you liked it when I used you only for my pleasure,” he whispered in my ear, his voice raspy and only making my erection worse.
“I do, but sometimes a boy wants to come too.” I bit mybottom lip. “Make me come? The gown already opens in the back.”
“What do you take me for?” His scowl deepened. “You’re in the hospital. I’m not going to fuck you when you’re as weak as a lamb, but I can help a little.”
Maxim spat on his hand, slipped it beneath the gown, and cupped my erection at the base.
“Maxim.” I clutched the cold porcelain of the sink.
My knees buckled, but his arm around my waist held me steady, anchored me. His grip was firm and knowing, thumb rubbing over the sensitive ridge. Every movement of his hand was unhurried, careful.
My head lolled back against his chest. I couldn’t stop the breathy sounds slipping out of me, couldn’t pretend this wasn’t the most alive I’d felt since I fell sick.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “You make it feel like worship.”
