“I’m fine. Just dig this fucking bullet out and stitch me up. I can deal with the pain once this thing is out of my fucking body.”
Mac puts his gloves on, the sound of the latex snapping against his skin fills my ears and then the real pain starts. I grit my teeth and breathe through my nose as he cleans the wound before digging around in it. I try to concentrate on anything besides the excruciating pain that comes with him pulling on the muscle and tissue inside my shoulder.
I close my eyes and think about Sophie…Sophie in my bed, in my arms, her skin rubbing against mine, her on top of me, under me. When my dick starts to press uncomfortably against my zipper, I realize I need to think about something else. His meaty fingers grasp the bullet, and he pulls the bastard out. He throws it, and it lands in the kitchen sink with a loud cling.
Then he starts to sew me up, which still sucks but doesn't hurt quite as bad as the last part. Sophie comes up beside me and takes my hand into hers once more.
“Are you okay?” I ask, making her smile.
“You are asking me if I’m okay? I’m not the one who was shot. And I’m just worried about you.”
“This is nothing. I’ve had way worse injuries than this.” As soon as I say it, I realize those words might have freaked her out more than calmed her down like I intended them to do.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore,” she whispers so softly I almost don’t hear, and my heart cracks a little hearing the sad tone in her voice.
“It comes with the job, baby. I would much rather be shot then have a bullet touch your beautiful skin. But I will make a better effort...for you.” I grin.
Mac shakes his head. “I would love to see the day you don’t have to call me to sew you up or tend to your wounds.”
“It will happen and then what the hell are you going to do for work?” I tease, earning an eye roll from Mac.
“Oh, I don’t know, enjoy a night or two off.” He scoffs, cleaning the outside of the wound one last time. “You’re good to go, until the next bullet wound, or busted lip, or eye needs tending.”
I chuckle, “Thanks man. I really appreciate it.”
He gives me a curt nod, and walks over to his bag, putting his stuff away. Ivan comes into view, and I swivel my head around realizing Dev, Violet, and Luke are also in the kitchen. In fact, Luke has got a couple bottles of water out of the fridge.
“You want one?” He asks, offering me one.
“Yeah. I’m just waiting to sit up because I know I’m going to be dizzy as fuck.”
“What’s the plan?” Ivan asks.
“What do you mean?” I quip.
“Are you keeping Luke here for right now? I could always bring him to the compound with me. We need a few extra men.” My head is too much of a mess to think about that right now.
“Let’s talk tomorrow. I feel like shit, and the last thing I want to do is discuss more of this bullshit.”
Ivan’s eyes glitter with amusement. “You know this isn’t going to go away, Roman. This is our life and though I would love to tell you it’s going to get easier, it isn’t. What happened today changes things. Dante might be dead but there are always going to be more fuckers causing trouble.”
“I know,” I interrupt.
Ivan nods. It’s obvious Violet and Sophie are taken back by what’s being said, but there’s no sugarcoating what’s to come. There will always be more bloodshed, more lives lost, more chaos. Hopefully, at the end of it all, we can continue to protect what is ours.
“If anyone else is going to fuck with us, we’ll take care of it. We both know Xander will be behind us no matter what. And between all of us, we have enough men to fight whoever comes at us.”
“Yeah, I’m sure, but let me heal up first,” I laugh.
“Okay, brother. I’m going to take Violet home. I’ll be in touch. Call me if you need anything at all.” I give him a nod. Mac and Dev follow close behind them, saying their goodbyes, leaving Sophie, Luke, and I alone in the house.
“Hungry?” Luke asks, his eyes moving between Sophie and me.
“Don’t tell me you can cook on top of strangling people?” I finally get into a seated position, pulling Sophie between my legs. Her floral scent washes over me, making it easier to breathe. Everything is easier with her in my arms.
Luke laughs. “I’ve got an entire resume of things I’m good at.”
Sophie shakes her head, and I’d bet anything she’s smiling right now.
“You two are going to be good friends. I can already tell.”
“What are you talking about?” I whisper into Sophie’s ear. “We’re already best friends.”
With Sophie’s belly full, both of us showered, and Luke settled into the guest bedroom down the hall, I can finally do what I’ve wanted to do all fucking day.
“I know that look, Roman.” Sophie licks her lips, her blue eyes full of need. She was teasing me in the shower, stroking my dick and rubbing herself against me.
“And what does this look mean?” I circle her like a predator stepping into her space, peering down at her. She looks beautiful. Her skin flawless. Dark brown hair wet and sticking to my shirt—the same shirt she wears nearly every night when we go to bed together.
“It means…” she nibbles on her bottom lip, “I’m about to be devoured…” I press a kiss over her throbbing pulse and pull her into my bare chest. Her nipples are already hard beneath the shirt, and I crave to feel them against my skin.
“And?”
“Fucked?” There’s a question in her tone.
“You have to think about that?” I lift a brow teasingly.
“Of course. You are injured, so maybe we shouldn’t—"
“Oh, we should,” I interrupt her, lifting her shirt and trailing my fingers over her smooth belly. “My shoulder is hurt, not my cock, baby.”
“Still, Mac says to take it easy, so why don’t you do just that, lie back down on the bed, and let me do the work,” she says in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard come from her mouth.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Sophie?” I wink, taking her hand into mine as I pull us toward the bed. I release her hand and grab the waistband of my boxers, shoving them down to the floor. My already hard cock springs free.
“No, Roman. I’m trying to tame you. You look like a wild animal right now. We both know there is no need in trying to seduce you.” She nudges me backwards, and I lean against my arms while she drops to her knees on the floor.
Fuck me. My queen on her knees before me, with that perfect mouth wrapped around my cock. This has to be a fucking dream.
Her slender fingers wrap around the base of my cock, her big blue eyes on mine as she leans in, parting her pink lips to take the tip of my dick into her perfect mouth. Hot, wet heaven touches the head of my rock-hard cock.
“Fuck…” I hiss out through my teeth, feeling like I might come at any given second. How the fuck did I get so lucky? Her soft tongue swirls around it like I’m a fucking lollipop in her favorite flavor. She sucks the tip for a short time. She is a little timid at first, which makes it even hotter when she gets more adventurous, taking my cock as deep is she can.