“The stitched one on your heel is looking better,” I tell her. “Still watching it, but better.” I clean the wounds with saline, apply antibiotic ointment, rewrap with fresh bandages. My hands dwarf her feet. She’s so small and fragile compared to me. And yet she climbed out of a pit and ran through a jungle barefoot.
My female is strong.
When I finish, I don’t let go immediately. “Shower time,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend.
I carry her to the bathroom and set her down on the closed toilet seat at first. “How should we do this?”
“Well, luckily the shower has that handheld nozzle. Maybe you could just turn that part on first, with the water running over there, but where I can reach it. And you can set me on the shower seat and close the shower curtain. When I’m there, I’ll wiggle out of my clothes myself and toss them out onto the floor. Then I can reach for what I need.”
“I like this idea,” I confirm. “But first, let me put these plastic bags over your feet so your bandages don’t get wet.”
“Agreed.”
We work together and soon my female is on her chair, with the curtain closed.
“I’ll be right outside the door,” I tell her. “Call if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” she shouts over the hot water.
I step out, closing the door behind me, then I lean against the wall and breathe. Her addictive scent is everywhere in this small space. My cock is half-hard and has been for hours.
I need to get myself under control.
The water shuts off. Rustling sounds. “Jonus? I need help with... I can’t reach the towels from the chair.”
I take a breath and push the door open.
I grab a towel and hand it to her behind the shower curtain without fully looking at her luscious naked body.
She wraps herself in a towel. “Okay, I’m ready.”
I lift her off the shower chair and move back a few steps and carefully place her on the toilet seat again. The mirror gives me glimpses I shouldn’t be taking. Wide hips. Soft stomach. Thighs I want wrapped around me. I’m a terrible male. She’s recovering from trauma and I’m ogling her like a beast in heat.
She beams up at me. “Thank you.”
I step out of the bathroom again so she can change and do whatever she needs to her wet hair. This time I return to my own room for a moment so I can change into my own pajamas. I return in soft sleep pants and a bare chest.
When I return to carry her back to her bed, her eyes first drop to my chest then back up to my face. She licks her lips and shifts her position in her chair.
Tonight, Sloane changes into a new pair of pajamas she directed Aldar to pick up for her. She was able to order specific items online at the local Walmart and Aldar simply drove to the store and picked them up. She wears pink shorts and a matching short sleeve shirt with a deep V-neck.
I carry her back out to her bed.
My sexy female is now propped against the pillows, hair damp, her bandages fresh, face scrubbed clean and smelling fantastic. She looks exhausted and yet perfectly fuckable.
I start to stand, ready to return to my own room.
“Jonus.” Her voice is soft. “Wait.”
I stop.
“I don’t want to be alone tonight. I’m…I’m worried about the nightmares,” she explains, not quite meeting my eyes. “What if it happens again and you’re not here?”
I nod in understanding and move towards the chair. “I will remain.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want you in the chair. You looked so uncomfortable. And I...” She takes a breath. “Oh jeez, this is hard for me to say but…can you sleep next to me? Just sleep. So I know you’re there.”
Everything in me roarsyes, but I look at the guest bed. “This bed is too small,” I say. “For both of us.”
