My body was beginning to let me know how fucking pissed it was at me for what I’d put it through. My ribs hurt, my head throbbed, my vision kept blurring and my fucking jaw… Christ, I was hurting everywhere.
“I love you, babe,” I mumbled, teetering on the edge of sleep as Ronnie gently patted me dry after the shower.
One of my hands rested on the top of her head, the other was flattened to the cold tiled wall as she worked the towel over my legs, up my thighs.
My cock twitched, instantly alert when the backs of her fingers brushed my balls.
I forced my eyes opened—fuck, I was tired—and watched as Ronnie blew a fine stream of air on my semi-hard dick.
My br
eath caught in my throat, turning into a low shaky groan when she slowly ran the tip of her tongue up the length of my cock.
“Fucking hell, Ronnie,” I moaned, my hand fisting in her hair at the pleasure unfurling through me. “I love you so fucking much.”
She answered by swirling her tongue over the head of my cock.
I groaned again, the pain in my body suddenly less.
Glancing up at me through her bangs, she licked my dick again and then, hands skimming my ass and balls, gently sucked my cockhead into her mouth.
Raw pleasure rushed through me like a tidal wave. I trembled, the sensation of her tongue and lips on my hard-on better than any medicine or painkillers.
She slowly slid her mouth up and down my cock with faint pulses of suction, her fingers caressing my balls, backs of my thighs, ass cheeks as she did so.
The roaring in my head subsided. The pain in my jaw seemed to fade away. I wasn’t stupid enough to think she was healing me, but what she was doing to me, how she was making me feel…it was exactly what I needed at that moment.
Exactly.
I came in her mouth a lifetime of gentle sucking and licking later, my groans as shaky as my legs and thick with pleasure and desire. She held my hips motionless as each wad spurted from me, embracing my legs with her arms and chest, supporting my lower back with steady palms at the base of my spine.
It might sound insane, given what I’d just been through with Rufie, but it was perfect. It gave me strength. It gave me focus.
When the last of my seed seeped from me, she straightened to her feet and took my hand. “Sleep now, Lucas,” she ordered, leading me to the room’s narrow bed. “Do I need to let Doctor Winchester know where we are?”
I shook my head, sinking onto the mattress. Pain. Coming back. In my side, my jaw. My everything.
She knelt on the floor beside the bed, combed her fingers through my hair, trailed them over my damaged jaw. The fact I could move it told me it wasn’t broken, but fuck, it hurt. Fractured, maybe? A steel pipe could do that.
“Do you need any painkillers?”
I shook my head again at her soft whisper. “No,” I rasped. “What you just did was better than any meds.”
Her chuckle seemed to come from a long way away. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t believe that for a…”
She probably finished the sentence, but I’ve gotta admit, I don’t remember it. Sleep fell over me, deep and heavy and dreamless.
When I woke, I ached. A lot. But the kind of ache a fighter knows and welcomes. The ache of bruised muscles and bones was a familiar ache. Not, thank fucking God, the ache of ruptured organs and destroyed nerves.
Squinting at the muted light in the room, I pushed myself into a sitting position. A tight pressure around my ribs made me look down. Someone had strapped my torso in a length of white gauze bandage while I slept.
Lila.
I touched my right side, putting a little more pressure on the rib I suspected was cracked.
Pain lanced through me, but not as much as I’d expected.
The dull throb in my jaw pulled my attention from my ribs, and I raised my fingers to the side of my face. Whoa. That was some serious swelling.