Chapter 55
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
“Take off your shirt.” Maddox is all business with a demanding look in his eye.
Immediately, I obey. We were just interrupted, but fudge, he looks hot like this. I toss the shirt across the bed. “See, just a bruise. I’ll be okay.”
Maddox frowns. He reaches out with two fingers and presses on my abdomen. It hurts a little, but all I can focus on is his warm touch and attention. That and my throbbing dick.
Fudge. I’m gonna need him to go back to that. Like, right now.
“Does any of this feel numb?”
”No.” I watch him as he studies my torso intently. “I’m fine, I promise. We can continue.”
“Don’t move.” Suddenly, Maddox is up and leaving the room.
I get up to chase him, then stop myself. No, I’ll show him I can be good. I sit back down.
Maddox comes back in with a bag, and my brain shorts out. Shnikies, he looks hot.
“Good boy,” Maddox says.
Well, hot toddies.
With monumental effort, I swallow, my mouth a mixture of salivating over how hot he looks and dry mouth over how hot he looks. What is happening right now? I mean, sure, I wanted him all up in me, but did the universe hear my second-best dream of having a hottie take care of me? Winnnnn.
Maddox sits next to me. “Cough.”
My brain fills with images of what happens to an asshole when you cough. Without thinking, I open my mouth and say, “You were just there, you’d know if there was anything in there.”
There’s a moment of silence in which I realize that once again this should have been a foot-in-mouth moment, and something that looks a lot like amusement flashes over Maddox’s face before he tries to cover it up with annoyance.
A thrill of victory rushes over me. He thought that was funny. “Remember, you’re legally contracted to laugh at my jokes.”
“Cough.”
I comply.
“Did that hurt?”
“Nope, butthole’s fine.”
There’s that twitch again, but this time he can’t hide the full smirk. “I meant your chest, smartass.”
“Oh.” I grin. “I mean, a little.” I couldn’t care less though. I have Maddox here with me. Whatever Arthur did to me is in the past.
But Maddox seems to care. He puts the stethoscope in his ears, warms the diaphragm on his hand, then puts it on my chest. “Breathe in for me.”
Yes, Daddy.
I do as he asks, and he listens to my lungs with a slight frown. Or at least, I think he’s listening to my lungs. Maybe it’s my heart. Oh fudge, he’s gonna hear how fast it’s beating because his hands are on me. Naturally, my heart starts to beat like a bear is chasing me.
“I don’t think anything’s affected, but we’ll keep an eye on it.” Maddox pulls the scope off. “Anything weird about your urine recently? No blood?”
“Nope.”
“I should have asked you sooner. I just had no idea you were this fucked up.” Maddox’s hands are clenched into fists. Gently, so he doesn’t startle, I place mine over his. “It’s not your fault.”
Maddox’s jaw clenches, and I know he believes differently.
“You need to take these meds every six hours on the dot. I’ll be checking to make sure you do.” Maddox is so serious, using his stern voice. It makes tingles rush through me. He cares. He’s paying attention. Enough to be a bossy butt.
“Yes, sir.”
I catch the flash of arousal in his gaze.
Fudge. I’ve never been happier to be hurt.