6
ERIK
After wiping down the car, I grab the big roll of extra-large plastic lawn bags from the trunk. Since the front and back doors line up, I roll it out from the front porch to the back porch, then add an offshoot to the bathroom.Ant’s very own black carpet.
With that accomplished, I chuck off my fake chef’s gear and step into the generous spa shower. The pressure is excellent, and I stand under the hot water for several minutes. I’m rinsing some high-end conditioner from my hair when a single gunshot rings out.
Moments later, as I’m wrapping a plush towel around my waist, Ant lets himself into the bathroom looking like Carrie, post-blood bath.
I raise my brows. “Had a little fun, did we?”
Ripping a garbage bag from his runway, he grins, his teeth shockingly white against the drying blood. “Did you know alligatorslovefresh kidneys? And that you don’t die right away from organ removal unless it’s, like, your heart?”
“No, and yes. Also, there’s probably a kid in Jefferson Parish on some sort of transplant list who could’ve used his kidney.”
Ant shivers, shaking his head as he toes out of his boots. “No one should have any part of that man in their body.”
I’m never upset at him for sharing something—he should feel comfortable enough to tell me anything—but I’ve gotten good at swallowing the rage that flares every time he gives a peek into the horror he experienced.
Nah, fuck that. Maybe rage is exactly what we need here.
“You know what? I think you’re right. His kidney would probably poison the recipient.”
I help him out of his shirt, somehow restricting the blood transfer to my hands and not the white towel around my waist. “In fact, I know you were going for geographic expediency, but let’s reprioritize by the worst of the worst. Anybody similar to this guy goes straight to the top of the list.”
I open the shower door and turn on the water for him. When I look back, he’s shimmying out of his jeans and underwear. Even though we live together, I’ve found him to be private about his body, despite his intrusion on myme timethe other day.
So, yeah. Naked and drenched in blood is a new one. And fucking sexy as hell.
It also means he trusts you to accept this part of him.
And, fuck. I do accept him. Admire him, even. What I don’t get is why seeing him like this makes my heart feel like it’s going to stage a jail break from my ribcage.
Fuck. Look at him. So tiny and perfect.
Everything about him is small, of course, but he’s more defined than I realized. I already know he has a cute butt and strong legs, but seeing the unbroken line of his sculpted body feels like inhaling a lungful of oxygen after being underwater for too long.
Dizzying and so fucking necessary.
Thinking I’ll find a soft, compact cock, I spare a glance. He’s fully sprung, just like Nacho said he’d be. Everything on his body is proportionate. Gorgeous.
Three separate scenarios for pulling an orgasm from his small body immediately swamp my imagination. Shutting it down, I leave the shower door open for him and quickly rinse my hands in the sink.
“Um…little help here?” Ant asks, holding his hands up like a surgeon. He’s got blood up to his elbows and dripping down his face, so I grab the handheld sprayer.
“Here. Let me get this first layer off you.”
“Yeah.” He grimaces, looking down at himself. “I was elbow-deep inside him, going organ by organ, and wasn’t expecting the bath of arterial spray. I mean, it felt like a live-action murder podcast with the alligators closing in every time I threw something into the swamp, but still…I’m a hot mess.”
“Anders is going to want to do a full panel on you to make sure there weren’t any bloodborne pathogens,” I say, rinsing off his hands and arms.
I suppose it’d be fine to give him back the sprayer at this point, but he’s talking and seems happy to let me keep going.
“I’m happy to get tested, but New Orleans was a germaphobe. It’s one of the reasons he liked virgins.”
I grunt in disgust, and Ant grins up at me, droplets of blood clinging to his lashes as his bright eyes shine with happiness. I direct the spray over his hair as he scrubs his face and runs his fingers through his blood-drenched hair to help the water reach his scalp.
“God, please tell me it hurt when you removed his kidneys.”
