Page 51 of Salvation

My back arches as the orgasm races throughout my body. At the same time Luke fucks my mouth furiously. I scream without opening my mouth, just as I come. My pussy grinds onto his face as my thighs tighten and I spasm. He releases my convulsing clit and roars as his length thickens, his balls swell, and his semen fills my mouth stream by stream. “Hope. Yes, baby… Oh, fuck… Ahhhhhhh… Hope!”

Somehow, I manage to suck down every drop without losing any. I swallow while my body still quivers, and he jerks once more and loses some of the rigidity. Releasing him from my mouth, I turn my head to take a deep gulp of air. My stomach is still clenching, and my muscles are spasming inside of me with the last remnants of my intense orgasm.

My body goes lax on top of him, and I slip off his body from our combined sweat. Chuckling huskily, he turns so our heads are lying next to each other. Cupping my arms, he rolls me so he can pull me into his body. My head uses his shoulder as a cushion, and we regain our composure as we look at the twinkling stars and breathe in the peacefulness and serenity of the moment.

After a while, Luke turns his head, pressing a kiss to my hair. He breathes against it. The tresses tickle my face though the strands are tangled from air drying. He says with extreme emotion, “Thank you, Hope. Thank you for giving me that part of your loving. That means… more than you know… I love you.”

Turning my head, I nod. I know what he’s thanking me for. Leaning down, I hover over his mouth and whisper, “Of course. I love you, too, Luke. That is all yours. Always.”

Then, I snuggle back into his side, and we watch the sky and revel in the joy of being in each other’s arms…

The rest of the world fades away.

* * *

I cometo and instantly scream.

I’m dying… I’m fucking dying… My face is throbbing, and someone is ripping my arm from the socket. My head also feels like elves are mining in it with fucking dull razor blades.

I’m fucking dying… no one can feel like this and possibly live.

As the pain in my shoulder becomes overwhelming and feels like someone is digging in it with shards of glass, I fade back into the welcome peace of the darkness.

* * *

The murmurof voices registers slowly as I come to again. Cracking my eyes open, I see fluorescent lights above me and feel cold metal on the bare skin of my back.

Turning my head, I see Max talking to a man in a white lab coat that’s covered in blood. He’s waving his hands around animatedly. I make out what he’s saying. “I got the bullet out. No major organs damaged. He’s lucky. Another centimeter to the right and the Axillary artery would have been hit. He’d have bled out before you got him here. But his tendons are torn and he’s going to have to do therapy to regain full use of his arm. Thankfully it’s his right arm and not his left. I know he’s left-handed.

“I glued his cheek closed and cleaned his forehead. He’ll scar, but there’s nothing I can do about that. I’m not a fucking plastic surgeon.

“He needs blood though. He lost a good bit. I gave him the pint I had here, but again, he would be better off at the hospital. I’ve done all I can at this point.”

Well shit… that asshole really fucked me up, didn’t he?!

I’m not in any pain at the moment so he obviously gave me some good drugs. That pisses me off. I don’t want any toxins in my system.

I’ll have to talk to Max about that shit.

I didn’t die though.

My throat feels parched as I croak out, “Max…” It’s so low, he doesn’t even hear it. I try again. “Max!” It’s not loud.

Both men turn toward me. Max looks relieved and I recognize the doctor as one of the men on my payroll. He went to medical school to be a surgeon, but three years in, changed to general medicine. He’s a general practitioner with a small private practice in Breaux Bridge.

They walk over to the table. I try to sit up and realize it’s pretty difficult with my right arm immobilized. Max reaches me, grips my uninjured arm, and uses his brawn to lift me, helping me upright. After I settle, I address both men. “Doctor Anderson, thank you for your help tonight.” I glare at Max as I say, “What the fuck did he give me? You know I don’t like drugs.”

Max smirks and shakes his head as he says, “Yeah, well he had to give you morphine because you kept waking up and thrashing around while he was digging that damn bullet out of your shoulder. He had to knock you out, so he didn’t damage your arm further. It was lodged pretty close to some important shit.” He shrugs. “It worked. You passed the fuck out and he cleaned you up safely.”

I glare at him, but smirk. “Don’t okay that again.”

He retorts, “Don’t get shot again.”

Dr. Anderson interrupts our bickering. “You need blood, Gabrial. I had one unit I could give you, but I’m not a blood bank. I don’t have access to all that.”

I nod. “Okay, that’s not happening. I’m not going to a hospital. Thanks for doing what you did for me.” I ask Max, “The men?”

He nods toward the hall. “All fixed up. You got it the worst. They’re all cleaned and bandaged.”

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