Page 75 of Grace's Redemption
Seconds later, his cock exploded in my pussy. I squeezed every last drop out of him as my body buzzed. Mase ran his hand between us and ignited another orgasm.
It wasn’t powerful and mind numbing like the last one. It was comforting, secure, and safe. I’d take it like this over the other any time.
Well, maybe not every time, but I’d take Mase how ever he gave himself to me.
I stilled on his lap. He began to soften but stayed inside of me.
I ran my hand through his hair and hugged him to me.
He kissed my collarbone and rested his head against my shoulder.
His left leg twitched.
I rose up and noticed blood on my thigh. I lifted his shirt and blood flowed out of the wound.
“You’re going to bleed to death.” I pressed his shirt on the wound.
Mase didn’t flinch.
“I need to sew that up.” I said.
“You know how to do that?”
“I did learn a few things since the last time we saw each other.” I grinned and winked.
“So I see.” He smirked.
“Put your cock away and get up here.” I stood up and grabbed Mase’s hand and helped him stand. “I don’t need you dying on me.”
I grabbed the supplies. My safe room could double as a triage unit for a small town hospital. It had everything needed to fix cuts, set dislocated and broken bones.
Mase hopped up on the bench. I set out to clean the wound. I took a needle and vial of Lidocaine. I shot a couple of spots to numb the area and then went about stitching up the wound.
“This is new. I don’t usually get to sew up wounds I inflict.” I pressed the needle into his flesh. He flinched, but didn’t make a sound.
“You stab a lot of people?” he asked.
“Enough to know how to do it effectively.” I bit my lip and concentrated on making even stitches like MT taught me.
“You learned this from that social club you join —”
I stuck him in one of his eight abdominal muscles with the needle. Just a little prick.
“Ouch.” He flinched. “Fuck Gracie.”
“It’s not a social club.” I squinted and concentrated on the next stitch.
“Why did you stay?” Mase asked.
“I wasn’t in any position to go too far.” I shrugged. “And, the Lady Guardians took me in and took care of me.”
“How bad was it?” He rubbed my side where the bullet wound went in.
“It was just a flesh wound.” I giggled. “It was my eardrum you busted that hurt like a bitch. They took care of me until I could take care of myself.” I rubbed my finger over the stitches.
Eight in all. Thankfully the little blade didn’t go any further. I knew the anatomy, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have hit anything vital.
“There you go.” I cleaned the wound again and put a bandage over it. “You’ll live.”
