My eyes lock onto what I can see of her chest, and I forget how to breathe. Her bra is straining against her soft breasts, which are mashed up against me. My cock twitches, and I suppress a groan.
This is not happening. This cannot be happening.
She smells like heaven. I try to remember how we got here, but all I get are fragments. Did we fuck? I don’t smell the musky scent of sex.
My balls ache. Nope, they’re full. I feel a pulling in my lower belly with the need to release. I want to wake her up, put her on her knees, and fuck her hard. I want it so badly I ache with the need.
No! Shit! No!
I can’t think like that.
Not after all she’s been through. Not after…
The memories slam back into place. I sit upright on a roar, my side pulling tight with pain that makes my vision blur for a second before it dies back down.
Wren jolts awake with a gasp. She moves away from me; her eyes are wide and confused for a moment before clarity hits.
I’m such an asshole because I can’t help but look at her breasts. At her dark nipples, easy to see through the white cotton.
Fuck!
My dick twitches again, and her gaze drops. Her mouth falls open. Just for a few seconds. Then she snaps it shut, her face going bright red. Her eyes stay firmly on my dick.
I put a hand over myself, and she looks up at me. I do it more for her than for me.
“I see you’re feeling better. At least you look like you are,” she says. “I hope so.”
I nod. “Yes, much… Sorry about…um…”
“It’s fine.” She waves a hand. Her face morphs into a picture of concern, her eyes lifting to meet mine. “You do know that you were shot.”
She points at my side, where her blouse is crumpled up against my wound.
I pull it away, and she gasps.
“Your wound is already closing,” she whispers, staring at the reddened, raised area. “It was a gaping hole a few hours ago. I did find it strange that you weren’t bleeding badly. Just a little.”
“We heal quickly,” I tell her.
“I know that, but it’s always a shock to see it first-hand.”
There isn’t much blood on the blouse. Just a small patch, already dried. I offer it to her, praying she takes it and puts it on. My dick won’t go down otherwise. I need it to go down already. I can’t stop myself from looking at her plump, soft-looking tits, even though this is absolutely not the right time for such things.
Wren takes the shirt, and instead of putting it on, she bursts into tears.
Yep. That will do it.
My erection dies instantly as she sobs louder, her whole body shaking.
I stand there, not sure what to do.
“She’s dead,” Wren says, her voice breaking on each word. “They killed her. They just…they just shot her. Poor Sally. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t.”
I watch her for a moment, feeling completely useless. Then I go to her and put my arms around her.
Wren falls into me, sobbing against my chest.
“I thought you were going to die too,” she gasps between sobs. “I can’t believe I fell asleep. I thought I would put pressure on the wound and use my body to keep you warm. It’s all I could do. I really thought I had lost you both.”
