“Do you want me to call your brothers?” I shook my head, not wanting to chance speaking again. “Okay, if you change your mind, let me know, and I will get them here.”
I appreciated her looking out for me. It had been one hell of a night and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I lost my best friend, Grace was afraid to be around me after Aoife threatened to sic the mob on her, and now my face was fucked up. What more could possibly happen?
I wouldn’t realize until a few days later, but the worst was still yet to come.
Four hours,eleven stitches, and some crazy good pain meds later, I was finally discharged from the emergency room. Thankfully, they allowed Grace to be my “responsible party” to get me home. I didn’t think any of my brothers would enjoy having to come all the way to Cambridge to take care of me. They all had their own shit going on in their lives. My father wouldn’t come even if I called him because he was a bastard through-and-through. Everything was more important to him than his own sons, especially since our grandfather passed and left us boys more of an inheritance than he did his own son. I wasn’t able to touch mine yet, since there were age stipulations, but once I did, I planned to form my own business.
“I don’t suppose you want anything to eat?” Grace asked as we got closer to campus.
“No,” I told her. Even if there was anything open, it was doubtful that I would be able to eat with my mouth feeling the way it did. The meds I was given only worked so much when you put yourself through more torture. I didn’t think the movements from chewing would feel all that great if talking was an inferno of pain.
“Right,” Grace mumbled. “I’ll grab some ice on our way up. Maybe numbing it will help.”
I really didn’t care. There was no way I’d be able to hold something like ice against my face without it being excruciating. I didn’t bother to tell her that, though. She wanted to be helpful, so I’d let her think she was for the time being.
Once we got settled in my dorm, and the cup of ice was stowed in my freezer, I crawled up on my bed and laid there staring at the ceiling as the night from hell flashed through my mind. Eventually, Grace curled up at my side and rested her head on my chest. “I don’t want to leave in case you need me.”
“Okay,” I managed to say.
“I know what you’re doing.” Her tone was almost accusatory. “You’re lying here going over everything in your mind to see where you messed up. You didn’t, Logan. None of this is on you.”
I snorted out my disbelief. At the very least, my face being fucked up was entirely my fault. That asshole who sliced my face had been right. I had no business putting my hands on his girl. I just didn’t want to rehash what had already happened and she was keeping me from getting Grace home. I’d already failed her by not dealing with Aoife’s jealousy sooner, and I didn’t want to fail her further by allowing her to be humiliated with a bystander’s recap of what I already knew happened.
“Aoife is responsible for this whole awful night. If she hadn’t assaulted and threatened me, none of the rest of it would have happened. I hope she’s happy with herself. Not only did she hurt me needlessly, but she got you hurt as well. You’ll carry the scar of what she did for the rest of your life.”
That wasn’t fair at all to Aoife, but I couldn’t argue the point because it hurt too much to do so. Instead, I internalized my argument. What happened to my face wasn’t Aoife’s fault, even if the events leading up to it were. It was my own stupidity and impatience that got me sliced and diced. I held Grace as she continued to talk about how my former friend’s jealousy was out of control and she was glad that I finally saw the truth.
All the while, Grace ran her fingers over my exposed stomach. The hospital had offered me a scrub shirt to wear home, but I declined. There was no way I wanted to pull something over my head. I barely registered the chilly night air anyway as we made our way home. I did notice the way Grace’s fingers dipped lower and trailed through the line of hair that started at my belly button and made its way south down into my jeans. She scraped her nails across that area, lower still, another circle, and then further until her nails ran suggestively along the edge of my pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a somewhat slurred way as I held my mouth taught while I spoke.
“I want to do something for you,” Grace suggested. When I didn’t ask any questions, she popped her head up and rested on her side, propped on an elbow, so she could look down at me. “I want to do something to take your mind off everything and make you feel good.” Her fingers hovered just above the bandaged wound on my face. “This is my fault, and I want you to know that I don’t take that lightly. You were looking out for me and now it’s my turn to look after you.”
She trailed her hand down my neck. When she got to my chest and took the time to run her fingers around my nipples, goosebumps formed on my skin as tingles followed in the wake of her touch. She slid further down at a torturously slow pace until she finally reached the waistband of my pants. Then, she flicked the button open and started to unzip me.
My dick started to wake up the minute she trailed her nails down my body. As she pushed her hand into my loosened pants and grabbed hold of me, it only took a couple pumps from her before I was fully hard.
“Good,” she cooed. “I was worried the pain meds might keep you from getting it up for me.”
I wasn’t feeling any pain as she expertly pumped my dick. I don’t know if it was the pain meds, emotional overload or what, but I managed to shut down thoughts about anything else beyond the hands that felt so good on me and then the mouth that took my cock into its wet warmth.
“Fuck!” I grunted. It had been a long while since I’d been with a woman. In fact, the last time was a one night stand on graduation night at my boarding school. None of my family were able to show up. I understood why my brothers couldn’t make it and I hadn’t expected my father to show. Aoife couldn’t convince her father to allow her to travel to Europe for my graduation either. I’d wanted to forget how lonely it made me feel, so I grabbed the girl who had been trying to get my attention all year, and I gave her exactly what she’d wanted. We hadn’t spoken since.
When I came back to the US, I decided that school and Aoife were my priorities and other women no longer factored. Since then, I had been using my own hand to relieve all the built up tension over the past and a half years. I realized, as Grace put everything she had into blowing me, that I didn’t want to wait around any longer for something that was never going to happen. I’d put my love life on hold for a woman who had zero qualms about trying to ruin not only my life, but a close friend of mine’s life as well. After the shit she pulled, I no longer felt compelled to hold back.
It wasn’t long before Grace pulled a condom out of thin air - at least that was what it felt like. Once she had it rolled over my hard cock, she climbed on top of me, pulled her panties to the side, and slowly slid her pussy down over my aching prick.
“Yeah, baby. Ride me,” I managed to say without pulling too hard on my stitches.
“I’m going to make you forget the rest of the world exists outside of this room,” she promised.
Grace kept that promise. She rocked my world repeatedly over the next two days. Everything had gone down on Friday night and I spent all of Saturday and Sunday in a loopy, sexed-up, drugged haze.
SIX
Truth
LOGAN
