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Lyra

“Fuck me, Grease. If I have to tell you one more fucking time she’s going to be fine. I’m kicking your ass out.” I hear Grim growl.

“Oh, I want to see you try it. I will weld both of our fucking asses inside this damn room until you find a way to wake her up!” I smile at the ridiculousness of those two.

“Even unconscious, you seem to have the ability to be a pain in my ass. Can you please stop threatening my doctor?” I push past my scratchy throat, then cough and try to chuckle.

“See, listen to your now awake woman. I know what I’m fucking talking about,” Grim grumbles as he steps up beside me.

“How you doing, darlin?” Grim asks, checking over my arm and leg.

“Pretty good. Feeling a bit tired. What happened?” I ask, trying to sit up but wincing as pain shoots through my arm.

“You lost a good amount of blood, but luckily, we were able to get you back to the clubhouse and patched up. You took a shot to the arm and calf. You're going to be sore for a bit, but nothing permanent. Keep it clean, don't pull at the stitches, and I’ll see you for a check-up in two weeks. Now, although I love ya and glad you're okay, Lyra, I’m dying to return to my woman and baby girl,” he says before giving me a small smile and exiting the room.

Grease helps me up slowly, and I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

“Here, let me help you,” he says softly. Gently, he grabs me under my knees and behind my back, lifting me from the bed and carrying me out of the room. He heads down the hall and toward his room.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Need anything?” he asks nervously. I want to smile at this new, unsure Grease before me. Something about his nervousness puts me at ease and settles the leftover nerves and panic from the incident.

“No, I’m fine. Actually, I just want a shower and more sleep,” I tell him honestly.

“Your wish is my command.” He smiles softly down at me before kissing my forehead and opening the door to our room.

He carries me straight to the bathroom before setting me down on the countertop. Without saying a word, he slowly helps me out of my clothes, then pulls a roll of saran wrap from under the sink and gently wraps it around my bandages. When I raise my eyebrow in question, he chuckles.

“Not my first time experience with gunshots or stickers toots.”

“I’m not even going to ask.” I shake my head, clinging to him as he lifts me and carries me into the shower. He gently but efficiently washes me from head to toe and, to my utter disappointment, does absolutely nothing more.

I lean into his hands, but he doesn't linger, and I need him so much it's driving me insane. Given the situation, I know it might seem inappropriate, but I need to feel him. Need to know that I’m here with him and no one else. I need to feel safe in his arms and in his love. He carefully dries me off, pulls a clean shirt over my head, and pulls on a pair of boxers. I know he’s putting a barrier between us. We’ll see how long that lasts. I smile as he picks me up and carries me to bed, placing gentle kisses across his neck.

“Tootsie, you need time and rest,” he says, placing me on the bed before turning off the lamp beside the bed, then climbing in with me. He pulls me into his chest, being careful with my arm and leg. As we lay there, I can’t help but snuggle into him, running my hand along his chest. I need to feel him. I need to feel that connection. I need a reminder that he is here, that we are safe. That I have him, and he has me. I need to get got lost in him. It doesn’t take long for my efforts to yield a reaction and a reluctant groan from him.

“Please, baby, I need this more than anything. Please touch me.” I beg. I grind against his hard cock, not being able to help it. I’m careful to keep my calf high on his leg and move just my core. He feels so fucking good. His cock twitches as he groans again, then gently rolls me over and climbs on top of me.

“Fine, but we do this my fucking way. I won't risk you hurting yourself. I need you still.” He whispers in my ear as he softly kisses under my ear before moving down my neck.

He slowly slides his hands up my thigh before grabbing my ass in a hard grip and grinding against my pussy. I can't hold the moan in. His hands slide to my waist, and slowly, he pulls my shirt up, being careful with my arm and my leg before he leans down and takes my hard nipple into his mouth. He doesn't spend much time there; instead, he moves up and kisses my neck before reaching my ear.

“I want to spend all the time in the world sucking every fucking inch of your perfect body.” I moan my agreement, then want to kick his ass when he chuckles and continues. “But, I won't be doing any of that until you are fully healed, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I won't hurt you.”

Tears threaten to fall as my heart overfills with love for this man. How did I go so long without him? I always knew I had to care for myself and look out for myself, and then I met him. The man who broke down my independence made me want to hand over the reins because I ultimately knew that everything he did was in my best interest.

“I love you so much,” I whisper as he carefully pulls my leg up his hip and slowly starts to enter me. “I was so scared when I thought I might never see you again,” I admit.

He stops when he’s fully inside me, and I can't help it when my eyes roll to the back of my head or the groan that leaves my mouth as he squeezes my ass in a bruising grip. He doesn't move or even twitch, he just waits until my eyes meet his before replying.

“You're mine, and I’m never letting you go again. I’m so sorry I didn't protect you, Tootsie. You are my everything, and I was so close to los..” He tries to choke out the last word, but I don't let him finish.

I grab his face in my hands and kiss him with everything in me as he slowly moves inside me. I feel wetness slide down my cheeks and the feeling of my sensitive nipples rubbing against his chest, catching his piercing, making a chill run down my body in pleasure. I nip at the hoop hanging from his lip, and he groans, moving faster inside me. The feel of his piercings sliding inside my channel is unfathomable. I can feel each piercing both individually and all at once; it's a complete out-of-body experience, and before long, it brings me to the biggest climax of my life.

I’m left exhausted. I'm barely able to keep my eyes open, but cannot remove the satisfied smile from my lips. I fall asleep to my man, my hero, my everything slowly pulling out of me while muttering,

“You’re mine, Toots. All. Fucking. Mine.”