Page 61 of Razor
Honey grabbed some soap and cleaned his healthy hip and leg before shifting to the other side. This would sting badly. “Dr. Daddy. Any advice?”
“Do it quick,” Razor told her with a smile.
Honey rubbed the soap between her hands to make a foam and then wiped it gently over his skin. “Is this okay?”
“You’re doing a great job. Daddy’s going to be a bit tougher on himself.” Razor doused his leg with soap and spread it roughly over the abrasions on his hip and leg. The hiss of pain that slid through his lips made Honey’s heart hurt. She quickly washed his feet as he dunked his head under the water to shampoo his hair.
“Okay. Squeaky clean. I think Daddy needs to rest. Did you nap today?” he asked with a stern look.
“No, Daddy. I couldn’t with all the excitement.”
“Come on, Honey. Walk with Daddy to bed. Helpful Little girls get rewards.”
She tucked herself close with his arm around her shoulders. As they strolled together, she asked, “Rewards? Like candy?”
“Better. Oh, that bed is calling me.” Razor reached out and tossed the covers back.
Honey scrambled onto the bed. Her Daddy cupped her bottom to help her climb onto the mattress. She moved to the far side and watched Razor move slowly into place.
“I think any gymnastics need to wait until you are better,” she suggested.
“Are you not interested in making love?” he asked, reaching out to frame her face with his hands. “It has been five stressful days.”
“No, I’d love to have sex,” she explained. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“How about if we adjust our position to stay off your ankle and my leg? I think we’re flexible enough.”
“Flexible?” What did he have in mind?
“Let me show you.”
A long while later, Honey lay curled along his good side with her eyes closed, listening to his strong heartbeat. Exhausted by repeated climaxes, incredible joy and love filled her thoughts. Reconnecting with Razor physically had been just what the doctor ordered to help her recover.
Their lovemaking also reassured her that they could both find pleasure even if they didn’t have wild, athletic sex. Her illness or his injuries wouldn’t keep them from enjoying each other. Being without her Daddy had felt like someone had chopped part of her off. Honey didn’t ever want to experience that again.
A heavy chunk echoed in the driveway. Had the Ravagers broken into the compound? Had they come back to get Razor?
Honey shook Razor. “Daddy! Someone’s here.”
He woke instantly and paused to listen to the grinding of gears. “I wondered when it would arrive.”
“It’s not the Ravagers?”
Razor gathered her in his arms, hugging her tight. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. There’s no need to worry inside the compound. No one can get to us inside the Devil Daddies’ territory. You’re safe.”
“What is that then?”
“It’s fun. Want to go see? Let’s get you covered, and we’ll go investigate.”
Razor dressed Honey in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before sliding on her socks and sneakers. He drew athletic pants over his sore spots and then tugged his boots on before taking her hand to lead her outside
“Daddy! You don’t have a shirt on!” Honey protested, digging in her heels.
“The guys don’t care if I’m not wearing a shirt.”
“They aren’t the only ones living here.”
“The other Little girls aren’t checking out my chest, Honey.”
