Chapter Four
Parker.
I glance up at the ceiling while Damon softly tugs at the fucking tube in my dick. It feels fucking weird, and I hate it. There’s another weird feeling, and I groan when the tip leaves my tip. I shudder. I didn’t like that at all.
“This would have been easier if you would have been laying down,” Damon huffs, letting me know to wait on putting my piercing back in in a few days.
I shake my head. “I’ve been on my fucking back too long already. I know Tiliano will be here in the morning, but I need you to give me the meat and veggies, Doc.”
He sighs, standing up straight, discarding everything in its rightful place, including the gloves, and going to the ensuite to wash his hands.
He stands at the doorway, drying his hands with a small towel.
“Sabrina saved your life. Well, Aleksi did as well, but she used a rag to pack your wound. It was lodged in your chest just below your right ventricle. Tiliano found the bullet in one piece. It’s a miracle you survived with the amount of blood you lost. The good thing is, Maverick was your blood type and was able to give you what he could immediately.
You required minimal stitches, so those should dissolve on their own. ”
“How long until I can fuck my girl again?”
Dark brows furrow together. “Christ, Parker—you need to heal first.”
“That’s why I’m asking. I need to heal fast as fuck.”
He shakes his head and bites his bottom lip. “Incorrigible. Three weeks at the least.”
“Great. She can ride my face till then,” I quip.
“Parker—”
I shake my head. “You don’t get it. Or maybe you do. I have to be able to take it away for her. She’s not sleeping. I can feel her anxiety like my own. Her mind is running in different directions, but the sole focus of it all is still getting Maks back. I want that, too.”
“You’re allowed to let her take yours away, too, Parker. While I would advise for you to wait on sexual activity, given you were shot five days ago and on Death’s door. Everything you're feeling is valid.”
“I’ve met that reaper a few times before, Damon. She doesn't like me much. Keeps flinging me back.” I smirk, but it’s the truth.
Damon looks me up and down incredulously. The muscles in his jaw twitch, then his gaze softens. “Call me, will you? Free of charge. Sabrina said you were in the military for twelve years?”
“Army for the first three, Marines for nine. Honorable discharge with a Purple Heart.” I lift the arm where my scars are.
Twin silver flames peer at the scar on my face, down to my arm and my torso, where I’ve had most of my burn scars covered by tattoos.
Sabrina’s eyes being the freshest tattoo, and probably my last. Her permanence was the last thing missing on my body, even though she’s already left her mark everywhere else.
I know he wants to ask all the questions, but this ain’t the time.
Maybe one day, but for now, I just want to get to my girl.
Damon crosses his arms, leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, then crosses his ankles. “You gave us a few scares. ‘Leave me. Get them out.’ You screamed, Parker. Is that recurring for you?”
I purse my lips and shake my head with a shrug.
“I’ve lived through a lot, Doc. Was on a chopper once that was hit; survived that.
Been shot. Beaten to a pulp. Held as a POW.
Tortured during. About six years ago I was on a mission.
My last one. There was a known terrorist spotted hiding out in a local town, and so…
we went.” I shake my head, doing my best not to remember the amount of kids in the vicinity.
“We were there for eight days before we finally saw him with our own eyes… Long story short, it went haywire. The place was rigged with suicide bombers. The building they went into caught fire after one of the first bombs went off. My entire team went down, save two and myself. I got out alive because a few kids pulled me out of the wreckage. They went back in… these kids. Some of them were no older than ten. They went back in to drag more of us out… The building collapsed.”
The intensity in Damon’s gaze wanes but not entirely, so I have to look away.
“When Tildy hired me, she had me undergo an intense eval.
Then she had me undergo therapy for years.
I'm good. Just like Sabrina, I have my own meditation, my own mantras. That’s why I can't just rot in this fucking bed anymore,” I tell him, a little winded.
“I hate how weak it makes me feel. I hate not knowing what’s going on and worse…
" I huff out a sigh. “Fuck, man, I hate that I got shot by a little bitch in a goddamn mask. Not man enough to fuckin’ show me his goddamn face.”
“She killed him for you with no hesitation."
I grin real big at the memory of my hellcat raising the gun, firing it, and the bullet hitting that fuckface in the throat. My girl's got great aim. “I know. I had a boner while dying, seeing that. Might have been what saved my life, all that blood shooting down to my dick.”
Damon snorts and rolls his eyes but then gives me an understanding nod. “Well, just know the offer still stands.”
“I appreciate that,” I reply. “Now, about my piercing. Sabrina really likes it. So… I’m gonna need that back.”
Damon grins. “I’ll get it for you but remember—three weeks.”
Yeah, I'm not waiting three weeks.
Damon leaves me to get my piercing, and Sabrina comes back inside, looking as beautiful as ever.
A little thinner with lilac bags under her eyes, but still my gorgeous girl, nonetheless.
Knowing she hasn’t been eating, probably to stay by my side through this, kills me.
She comes to me, and I hold my arms out to her.
When she reaches me, she’s careful not to touch my wound but still rubs her face in my chest and inhales deeply.
Not even a minute of silence has ticked by when I feel her begin to tremble in my arms.
I give her a weak squeeze and shush her. “Hey baby, hey, I’m okay.”
She shakes her head so hard her little messy bun goes crazy. “You died, you died, you died, Parker. You died in my arms.”
Fuck. “No, I didn't, Bri. Hey. Look at me, baby.”
“Don’t make me. I’ll lose it. Let me just hold you like this for ten more seconds, please.
Because you were gone. And you said you wouldn’t do that, but you did.
You left me. So please, please let me hold you for two more minutes,” she pleads, trembling all over so fiercely I have to hold onto her a little tighter.
“You ain’t have to beg me, baby. I’m here forever.”
“If you ever try to leave me again, I’ll hurt you terribly in the afterlife. I swear it. I’ll have Charlie beat your ghost.”
I laugh. It hurts, but I laugh. Because that’s my girl. Dramatic, a little ridiculous, but mine. She moves her head back, and I push the loose strands of gold and fading pink behind her ear. “Wanna help me shower?”
“I can do everything and anything you want me to do to you,” she replies with flirty undertones.
“God, I love you.”
“I love you more.” She breathes, putting her chin on my chest to look up at me, pretty green cat eyes rimmed red and watery. “Come on. Let’s get you in the shower. I just need to find the waterproof bandages so I can put them on you.”
I don’t know why, but I get half a boner. It would be full mast, but the tip of my dick is still a bit sore from the catheter. “You gonna play nurse for me?”
She rolls her eyes. “Are you getting hard?”
“You’re within twenty feet of me. Of course I am.”
She lets me go with a chuckle and a shake of her head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you’re fucking beautiful.”
She leaves the room for about five minutes. In the meantime, I get naked and get the water in the shower to my liking. When she comes back, she does as she says—puts the bandage on for me. Instead of standing there like I thought she would, Sabrina undresses and joins me. “This water is freezing!”
“It’s lukewarm.”
“Savage!”
“Look, you can pretend you’re going to hell with your boiling showers, but I been there. I like my water lukewarm.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. But only because it’s for you. Next time I'll just put ice in a bathtub for you.”
I shrug. “Sounds fine.”
She sighs dramatically. “Turn around, let me get your back. Damon said for you not to stretch your arms too high up, so I’ll wash your hair, too.”
There’s a seat in the shower, but I ignore it.
A bit wobbly, I kneel for my girl so she can wash my hair.
I put my hands on her shapely hips and my forehead just below her sternum, doing my best not to become emotional with every rake of her fingernails through my wet strands and against my scalp.
I feel the warmth of her skin clinging to mine like a bonfire in the fall, and she’s right—the water’s too damn cold on my back, but it feels good at the same time.
I pepper soft kisses along the soft swell of her stomach that’s smaller, and I hate that.
I need my girl to be healthy and strong.
I need to be inside of her, closer to her.
I need to feel the beat of her heart quicken under my touch.
“Parker, we can’t.”
I don’t care. I continue my journey, spreading my knees so I have a better stance on them, sitting on my heels, and dragging one of her plush thighs over my shoulder.
I kiss the top of her mound, her trimmed curls, and finally, I lick that vertical line of pink flesh, each lip, crazed to find her clit already swollen and her entrance wet.
The slippery kind of wet water doesn't make.
I groan into her pussy. I knew my girl needed me.
“God, I missed you, Bri. Even in my dreams, you're my solace. I love you,” I speak against her sensitive flesh.