“Fine.” She manages to push her sweatpants off by herself but quickly gets stuck when she tries to take off her shirt.
Without a word, I close the distance between us and help her. She flinches a few times, but the pain doesn’t seem to be too bad, her medication doing its job.
After tossing her clothes on top of mine, I walk to the large glass shower and turn it on.
Facing her again, I watch her slide a fifth bottle to the front of the counter with one hand.
I nod in their direction. “Do you want all of these in the shower?”
Her gaze stays locked on her hand. “Yes, please.”
Ah, there’s my submissive little bird.
I place all bottles on the built-in corner shelf of the shower before closing the door and walking to the cabinet. I get one of the waterproof bandages and sit on the chair against the wall. “Come here.”
I try hard not to stare at her underwear-clad body while she walks over, but I only have so much self-control and lose the battle when she stands a few feet away from me in a pair of matching black panties and bra. I want to release a growl at the possibility of her father forcing her to wear black underwear too, but I swallow it down. Though at this point, my frown might be permanent.
“I will not shower naked with you.” Gemma raises her chin like she’s done several times in my presence.
“I expected as much.”
“Good.”
“Great.”
“Ugh.”
It’s so easy to get her riled up, almost too easy.
Holding her by the back of her thighs, I gently drag her closer, her skin soft under my fingers.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t say anything. She places her left hand on my shoulder, I’m guessing to steady herself, but my dick might as well think she did it to say hi to him.
Fucker.
As slowly as I can, I take the regular bandage off—glad to see the skin around the wound doesn’t appear too angry—before exchanging it with the waterproof one. Gemma moves away when I press around the outside of it, making sure it’s sealed everywhere. Other than that, she handles it well.
Once I’m done, she walks to the shower, leaving me sitting here to stare at her perfect round ass that has called to me more than once already. It’s so plump, I want to bite it. And one day, I will.
I discard the old bandage and wrapper and step into the shower after her. It’s a large space with two rainfall showerheads and matching handheld ones. She already made herself at home under one, with her face tilted back and the water running down her face and body.
Fuck.
I rub one hand over my face and step up behind her. “We have to make this quick. The faster we get you out of here, the better.”
“Okay.”
She tells me in which order she likes to do things. Shampoo first, then conditioner, deep conditioner, bodywash, facewash.
She peeks at me over her shoulder. “But let’s skip the deep conditioner since that needs to stay on for several minutes.”
I nod and reach for the shampoo bottle, staring at the label. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. It says,Like a Virgin. All I can do is shake my head and squeeze a decent amount of it into my hand, telling my hungry cock for the millionth time today that he’s not going to get anything but my hand.
“Lean your head back.”
She does as I ask, and I spread the coconut shampoo over her hair then massage it into her scalp. Her eyelids flutter closed as she relaxes into my touch, and I wish we could be here under different circumstances.
Circumstances that don’t involve her getting caught in the middle of my revenge plan. Damn it. She got shot because of me.