Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“A bit more obsessed today, are we?” She lifts an eyebrow up in question. At least she’s no longer on the verge of tears.
“Always. Got a little scared myself today. I didn’t think Renegade would be an asshole. Then again, I know better. I was worried about my brother, when he was worried about Sienna,” I admit. She goes through the motions, telling me to look up, then down, then to each side. She hums a little bit, her tongue peeks out to touch her lip, and it’s making my cock stand up and take notice.
“I noticed them. There’s a story involving Trey and Sienna.” She places her tool back in the bag before pulling out a box of gloves, sterilized gauze, a package of sutures, and some kind of antiseptic. “Headache or nausea?”
“Nope, not at all. There’s probably a decent-sized knot at the back of my head, though.” She lets out a growl, tips my head forward, and steps closer.
“Lawson, why didn’t you say something?” I’m being admonished like a kid in school, except I’m not one bit upset about it. Juniper can do just about anything she wants and I’m still going to take her exactly the way she is.
“You didn’t ask.” Not a lick of remorse is in my tone.
“Well, now I am. Where at?” I dip my head. Her fingers go to work combing through my hair. While she is looking at the back of my head, her tits are right in front of me, so I bury myself between them, wishing like hell we were in her clinic. Then I’d have her do this naked. “Lawson, you’re ridiculous.” I lose her body as quickly as I had her.
“Well, what’s the consensus?” I ask, my hand still at her hip.
“I don’t think you have a concussion. There’re no signs. You don’t have a bump that I can tell, and your vitals look good. Now, about that gash on your side.” She shakes her head.
“Get the stitches ready. I’m going to need them.” I’ve already taken my shirt off, and this is the second towel. The other one is in the trash. There was no way on God’s green earth Juniper was going to walk inside and see that mess.
“Damn it, Lawson. I should kick your ass.” There’s not much else to say. She’s busy lifting my arm up, gently prying the towel away from the wound, then a hiss leaves her breath. “You really did it. No glue for you, and you’re looking at twenty stitches at least. The good news is it’s not too deep but enough that with too much movement, it’ll take a long time to heal, or you’ll twist the wrong way and the glue won’t hold.” I may be over exaggerating on the amount he’ll need, blame it on me trying to get him to go to the hospital or at least give him fair warning.
I watch as she cleans the area, methodical and in her element. When Juniper is in the zone, nothing can tear her out of it, but I’m sure going to try. “Do what you gotta do, babe, but do it with your tits in my face.”
“Lawson!” She tries not to laugh at my antics, but it escapes her anyways. I watch as she throws the used gauze to the side and goes for the syringe and vial.
“No, baby, I don’t need that.”
“Damn stubborn old man, no complaining. Alright, let me get everything ready, and then we’ll start.” My hands go to her hips, pulling her toward me again.
“Getting my kiss before you do.” Juni gets with the program, dipping her head, and the second her mouth lands on mine, I take over. There’s only one person who can get me through any amount of pain, and that’s Juniper.
TWENTY-FIVE
JUNIPER
“Are you freaking kidding me, Lawson? What are you doing?” He’s in the bathroom, a pair of tweezers and scissors in his hand, attempting to take his sutures out. You know, the ones I sewed into his skin a few days ago.
“They’re ready to come out. You said so yourself.” I swear he’s trying to piss me off today. Lawson is only allowed desk duty. His mom laid down the law. It didn’t matter his age. She wasn’t having him going off halfcocked. I wholeheartedly backed her up. Lawson basically threw a temper tantrum saying he’d worked with stitches before, so what was the big deal now? Never mind a good six-inch gash on his torso and the bruising appearing almost immediately. Him refusing to let me numb him before suturing didn’t help either. It was bad enough that I demanded we stop at the clinic on our way home to take a few X-rays. Broken ribs are a bitch, and while there’s nothing you can do but allow them to heal, had I seen so much as a hairline crack, his butt would have been at the hospital. My biggest worries were a concussion or internal bleeding. Thankfully, everything looked good, and we headed to Lawson’s house. We’ve been holed up here ever since, and he's been grumbling, groaning, and basically throwing a temper tantrum the entire time.