I glance over my shoulder as I limp along the road. “Oh that? Don’t worry about it,” I say, waving her off. Only a few hundred metres and then I can get myself properly looked at. Although the doc isn’t going to be pleased.
Unfortunately, Rhys doesn’t have the same thought.
He grabs my shoulder, halting me before he grabs the front of my trousers. I barely have time to comprehend what’s happening before Rhys is unbuttoning my jeans with a dexterity that’s as shocking as it is impressive.
“At least buy me dinner first,” I huff as I try and fail to step out of his hold.
“I’ve bought you plenty of dinners,” he says before yanking down my trousers, boxers and all, until my dick is flapping in the cold breeze.
“What the fuck, man?” I yelp as the cold hits my nether regions.
“Jesus, Rhys!” Tobias curses as he snaps his head away from my dick. “Couldn’t you have waited to do whatever weird, kinky shit you guys do with one another until after we’d got back behind those walls?”
We all ignore him.
“You got shot in the ass?” Ollie says with a strangled gasp, although it suspiciously sounds like a laugh.
My narrowed gaze snaps to her as she fights to keep the smile from her face, even as her eyes twinkle with mirth.
Alex barks out a laugh, not at all hiding his amusement. Prick. “He sure did.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever been shot there before,” Rhys says with a chuckle as he shakes his head while staring at my injured ass. “Or seen anyone else get shot there either.”
Theaudacityof these people.
With a huff, I grab my boxers and jeans and yank them back up, covering my injuries and my junk. “I’ll have you know, I got that trying to protect the people of Haven and for being a hero. It’s a legitimate injury!” I try my best not to crack beneath their amused looks, but damn it, itisfunny.
It’d be even funnier if it’d happened to someone else. Especially since it hurts like a bitch.
Still chuckling, Rhys claps me on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home and get that seen to.”
“That was my original plan before you stripped me in the middle of the road,” I grumble as we start moving again.
“Without warning,” Tobias adds, still looking anywhere but at us. “I think I need bleach for my eyeballs.”
“Only because you’re jealous,” I shoot back to hide my wince of pain. Fuck. I can’t wait to dose myself up on painkillers.
Ollie gags. “Nope. You’re not having a dick-measuring contest with my brother!” she snaps with a shudder while glaring at me.
I hold up my hands in surrender. “I’ll behave.”
“That’ll be the day,” Alex mumbles as he moves to grab my waist to take some of my weight.
The relief from most of the pain is immediate, and I sigh, almost sagging into him. He tightens his hold, silently telling me he’s got me, and I squeeze his shoulder in thanks.
And that’s how we walk back into Haven; covered in blood and sweat, exhausted and injured, butalive.
Spoilsport
Olivia
Ihave to keeppinching myself when we finally make it back to Haven because I’m still not convinced this isn’t a dream.
For the past week—at least I think it’s been a week—this has been my singular goal; get to Haven with Rhys alive. So sitting on the massive leather sofa in the lounge with a fire crackling in the fireplace while surrounded by my men feels too good to be true.
I pinch my thigh, sucking in a sharp breath at the brief burst of pain, and glance around.Yup, still real.
Alex grabs my hand and yanks it away from my thigh with a frown. “Stop doing that,” he grumbles before pressing his lips against my fingertips while pulling me closer against his body. “If you need to be reminded that this is real, just ask. Don’t keep hurting yourself.”
