Page 31 of Sinners Keepers
As we stepped under the spray, I untied the makeshift tourniquet to better inspect the wound I’d inflicted. I cringed when I realized it would likely need stitches.
“I’m so sorry, Ijah.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He kissed me then, pressing me into the cool tile of the shower wall.
My heart cracked as he held me against his slick body, the water pouring over us. I closed my eyes, inhaling his familiar scent.
“I feel like I’m hallucinating this,” I admitted when he pulled back from me, his dark, coffee-colored eyes boring into my soul.
“It’s real.”
A single tear escaped and tracked its way down my cheek, mingling with the droplets of water cascading over my skin.
“How does this even happen?” I asked.
“We’ll explain everything, but for now I just need to be near you again.”
I nodded, tracing a finger through the blood still dripping from his arm. “Can either of the guys stitch this up?”
He cocked his head, inspecting the wound again as I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it between my hands. “It’s not that deep.”
I slid my hand over his bicep, causing him to hiss. “Baby,” I teased, scrubbing away the half-dried blood.
We finished up in the shower, stepping out and drying quickly. He grabbed a thick black towel and wrapped it around his waist, while I pulled my robe off its hook on the back of the bathroom door and secured it tightly around my body. Stray drops of water rolled down my shoulders as I ran a comb through my wet hair. We shared a gentle kiss before I made my way to the hallway, where I yelled for Law.
He was there in an instant, as if he’d been waiting for me to call for him.
Ijah sat back against the headboard, his legs crossed at the ankle. I grabbed the first aid kit and handed it to Law. “He says he’s fine, but could you at least look at it?”
“For a kiss,” he said.
My mouth opened, but no words came out. I turned away, feeling a flush of embarrassment spread across my cheeks, but my eyes were met with Ijah's cocky smirk.So glad he was amused.
Law just stood there silently, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans and an expectant look on his face.
I rose to my tiptoes and brushed my lips gently against his. I started to pull away, but he cupped the back of my neck with one hand and banded his other arm around my waist to keep me close. My knees buckled slightly as he kissed me with all the urgency he had in the backseat of Alec’s SUV earlier in the night, and when he finally released me, I was breathless.
He walked around the edge of the bed and climbed in next to Ijah, inspecting his arm up close. “It’s really just a small flesh wound, but I don’t think a stitch or two would hurt. I don’t have anything to glue it with.”
I walked over to Ijah’s side, taking his hand in mine as I stood by the bed, prepared to support him. As if he needed it. I knew he’d experienced worse, but I felt so much fucking guilt. And I just needed to touch him.
A sly smile spread across his face as he unlaced our fingers and began to untie the belt holding my robe in place. “Think you could keep me distracted, cupcake?” he asked, sliding his hand over my bare stomach and around my back, pulling me close to him.
Law held a bottle of antiseptic spray in one hand and grabbed Ijah's arm with the other. He then pressed down on the nozzle, releasing a fine mist that caused Ijah to flinch against the sudden sting. It was hard not to laugh to myself considering they were treating a gunshot wound as if it were as simple as when they were kids getting a knee scrape on the playground.
I watched as he slowly uncoiled his body, starting with the tension in his arms. He released a deep sigh, then his shoulders slumped and his head lolled toward his chest before rolling his neck back and turning his face to mine. He kissed down my chest and nudged the loose fabric of my robe out of the way with his nose, giving him better access as he slowly sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I melted under his touch, so fucking thankful to justbe with himagainthat it was easy to not think about anything but his mouth on my body.
I was tugged back to reality by the sound of Law's gloved hands peeling apart the plastic seal of the suture kit.
Ijah worked the brief reprieve of Law actively working to fix his arm to his advantage, and tugged at me with a hand on either of my hips, encouraging me to climb onto the bed.
“Hold the fuck still,” Law chided, pulling his arm back into place.
Ijah laid painfully still as I straddled him, one hand clutching the edge of his towel, the fabric pulled taut over his hips. His arousal was evident, the hard length of him pressing against the material.
I hadn’t imagined our reunion would be like this, but I hadn’t imagined a reunion for us at all— so, like, fuck ideal scenarios I guess.
