Page 49 of Lost King

I do smell. Doc and Logan cleaned me up a bit the other night, but a hot shower would be nice. "How about we play doctor and you give me a sponge bath?" I grin.

Emerson smiles and laughs. It's good to see her face light up like that again. "Nice try," she says bursting my bubble. "Besides, Doc will be in here any moment to drain the fluid off your knees."

Before I can protest or convince her otherwise, the door swings open. Doc strides in followed by my mom and dad.

"Son, you're looking better this afternoon," my dad observes.

"You're not lookin' too bad yourself, Dad."

Pulling Mom into his side, he places a kiss on the top of her head. "Your mom has been taking real good care of me," his hand runs over her hip. The apples of my mom's cheeks begin to blush. Emerson takes notice of the body language the two share and casts her eyes down to her lap for a moment, hiding her amusement. I'm used to it. My parents have been affectionate with one another my whole life. They've never hidden the attraction they have for each other. I find it endearing. Why hide it.

"Quinn, Kat wants to see you. Do you feel up to her coming down today?" my mom asks.

Kat must be a mess. She's always had access to me when she's wanted to see me. "Let me grab a hot shower first, Mom. It's bad enough she has to see me all banged up like this. The least I can do is wash the stink off."

Her head nods in understanding, and she walks towards me. Before she bends to hug me I stand. Every inch of my body aches with the movement. Emerson tucks her body carefully into my side offering the support I need to finish getting myself in an upright position.

"Honey, you shouldn't be trying to get up—" my mom tries to softly scold me for my action. I shake my head and cut her off. "I'm going to give my parents a proper damn hug."

My mother's eyes begin to water as she carefully embraces me. Dammit, the women in my life always find my soft spot. Doing my best, I choke back my emotions. Without hesitating my dad wraps his arms around me after mom steps aside and wipes a few fallen tears from her lovely face.

"Your mom and I are damn proud of you, Quinn—Damn proud. It's so good to have you home," my dad's strong voice cracks with his confession.

"Well, Dad and I will let Bennett and Emerson take care of you. It will put a smile on your sister's face when she learns she will get to see her brother today," my mom hugs herself and smiles.

After my parents have left, Emerson slowly helps me to sit down on the edge of the bed. I watch Doc retrieve a syringe from his bag and remove it from the sterile packaging. "The last time I did this you didn't feel much because of the pain medicine you were on. Since you've asked us to dial back the dosage, you'll feel me drain your knees this time," he explains. I didn't like my senses dulled. I understand the medication helps but I prefer taking just enough to take the edge off. I'm okay with feeling some pain. It lets me know I'm here; I'm alive, and I have complete control of myself and what's going on around me.

Emerson continues to sit at my side while Doc disinfects both knees. I would have thought my woman would want complete control of my recovery process, but she has stepped back and given most of the responsibilities—medically anyway to Doc. I love her so much more for doing so. She recognizes and respects the way the club and the brotherhood works. We all have a job to do. Doc's is taking care of us when needed. I've watched them both find the perfect balance as they take care of me.

Rubbing my knees down with iodine, Doc turns to Emerson. "Will you get the lidocaine from my bag and numb him up for me?"

"I can do that," she walks past him, digs in the bag and steps back. "This will be easier if you lie back. I'll place a pillow under your knees for a little support to make you more comfortable," she says, then helps me adjust myself. Once the area has dried a bit, Emerson uses a topical solution to numb the area Doc will be inserting the needle.

Pulling a chair alongside the bed, Doc asks, "Are you ready? Not gonna lie, it will be uncomfortable, but afterward, the pressure you're feeling will start to lessen."

I let out a heavy sigh, "go for it."

Almost four syringes later, He has pulled most the fluid from both knees, and they do feel a little better. While Doc properly disposes of the needles used by placing them in a hazardous waste container, then putting the container into a thick red hazard bag, he turns towards Emerson as she cleans the iodine from my skin. "Sweetheart, can you wrap his ribs once he's taken a shower?" he directs his question at Emerson.

"Sure," she responds.

My face lights up. I may be busted up, but other parts of me aren't broken. Seeing the look on my face Emerson shakes her head and waits until Doc has left the room to say something. "Not happening."

"Come on, Sunshine. Can't I at least feel your soft lips slide down my cock? Caress your tongue across the tip? Hell, I can't even give myself a handy right now, but you could," I plead with her.

Leaning over, she hovers her lips over mine. I see it in her eyes. I know she wants me. Lifting my hand, I run the back of my knuckles along the side of her breast, then across her taut nipple. "See? Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another."

"Quinn," she whispers. Her tone leads me to believe she's about to give in and help her man out. "Give me a minute. I'll be right back," she kisses me. Like a teenage schoolboy lost for words at the thought of filling her mouth full of my cock, all I can do is nod my head and watch her leave the room.

The good thing is, there's a small bathroom in here. It's nothing fancy. Just a toilet, a small sink, and the smallest fuckin' shower stall known to man. Hell, you can stretch your arms out wide and touch both walls on each side of you. This is the room our prospects usually occupy. I remember staying down here with Logan, Gabriel and Reid when we prospected together. It didn't matter that Logan and Reid grew up in the club, they were treated like any other prospect, and like me, all of us had to pay our dues to the club.

Coming to my senses, I decided to slowly shuck off the only article of clothing I have on, which are a pair of gym shorts, rest myself against the wall behind my back, and wait for her to return. Hearing footsteps outside the door, I eagerly wait for the doorknob to turn and Emerson to walk back in.

"Put that motherfucker away," Logan breaks out in laughter as he abruptly enters the room.

I know he's referring to my dick, which is standing at full mass because he thought he was about to get a lip massage. "Don't be a cockblocker, brother. Whatever you need can wait." I notice Emerson behind him, but she lingers by the door as she tries to hide a smile by biting her bottom lip.

Logan moves further into the room. "I'm here to help your skinny ass across the room so you can take a shower." Logan tries to look serious though he's finding it hard. It might have to do with the fact my woman over there called in reinforcements to avoid giving me what I want—what I need. I don't care that I'm in pain. My hard as fuck cock doesn't care either. Looking past Logan, I fix my eyes on Emerson. "Sneaky woman. You did me dirty, Sunshine," I tell her trying to hide a playful smile of my own. It's hard to be serious laying here stark naked, with a hard on, and in pain while she stands there smiling at me like she is.