Once Mated Twice Shy(11)

“Shit.” She hissed.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jordan snarled at her and she whimpered.

“I have to go.” Her words were slurred and her eyes begged.

“You don’t have to go. Damn it Lettie. I told you to stay in bed.” He picked her up easily and put back into the bed.

“I have to go Jordan. Let me go.” She pushed at his chest.

“I said no. She scrambled frantically. “I will cuff you to this damn bed Lettie. Stop it.” He ordered.

“I’m going to wet myself Jordan, please?” She begged. He stared at her blinking. Damn it he thought she was trying to escape and it was simply a bodily function. He needed to pay more attention to her and her needs. A good mate would.

“Oh. Sorry.” He lifted her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom in the hall. He let her feet drop to the wooden floor. “Hold onto me.” He tugged her panties down and her face heated.

“I can do it.” She shoved at him. Could this be any more embarrassing?

“You’re on some really strong meds, if I let you go, you will fall.” He eased her down on the toilet. “I’ll give you some privacy.” He turned and closed the door behind him. She sat there for what seemed like forever emptying her bladder. Nothing had ever felt better and she shivered.

‘Wow.’ She breathed. Jordan came back a few minutes later to get her. “Can I shower? I feel gross.” Maybe the water would warm her, she felt like she was freezing.

“I don’t think you can stand long enough for a shower, how about a bath?” She nodded. Jordan filled the tub with hot water. “Do you think you can eat? I can make you some soup.” She nodded again. Jordan pulled her tee shirt over her head and she immediately crossed her arms over her breasts. He lifted her from the toilet and put her down into the water. “I’ll make your soup. If you need anything just yell.” Jordan left her alone. Lettie looked down at her body. The tears oozed over her cheeks. She looked like she’d been through a war. There were bite marks all over her. Fading black and purple bruises covered most of her and she ached. She sank down into the water and let it cover her head. “Fuck Lettie!” Jordan picked that moment to come through the door. He hauled her out and wrapped her in a towel.

“I wasn’t finished.” She whined.

“I’m not letting you finish that job.” He carried her back into the bedroom and put her in the middle of it. He’d changed the sheets and there were more blankets now. How long was she in the tub? It felt like seconds. How long had she been under water? Not long. Right? The doc’s meds were messing with her sense of time and her thought processes. He covered her with several quilts and propped her up against the headboard. He brought a tray of chicken noodle soup and crackers. “Eat what you can. The doc said you may not be very hungry but that you can try. Then he wants you under a pile of covers. We need to break your fever.” Lettie sipped the soup. She was so tired. It was hard to lift the spoon but she managed to eat half of it. She felt Jordan take the spoon away and lift the tray from her lap. Soon he was back and arranging her in the bed. He climbed in with her and pulled her close. She whimpered trying to tell him she didn’t have her clothes on yet.

Lettie tried to move but there was too much weight on her. It’s so hot. She thought. A cool cloth touched her forehead and mopped her face. She shivered. “It’s not getting better doc.” Jordan’s voice rumbled against her cheek.

“I know. I think this is more than what happened to her. I think this is her giving up.” What was the doc talking about now? She hadn’t given up but she was so tired and cold again.

“Nah. Lettie never gives up.” He pulled her tightly to his chest.

“I don’t know Jordan. It’s the only explanation.” His voice sounded sad.

“You’re wrong doc. Give her another shot.” Lettie felt it prick her hip. She wished he would stop that, it hurt. She whimpered again.

“I need to check on Isaiah, he’s jaundiced but I’ll be back in twelve hours or so to check on her.” Jordan nodded and pulled her closer to stroke her back. The front door closed and Lettie nuzzled him. Jordan wished that she would stop doing that, it was torture. He’d been hard for days it seemed. His body did not get the memo that she didn’t want him anymore. Lettie kissed his chest and he groaned. This sexual torture must be payback for all of the shit he’d done to her, it had to be. Her pink tongue tasted his flat male nipple and she moaned. Jordan tried to think of anything else besides her pretty tongue touching his skin. Her hands were on him now skimming over his heated flesh. She moaned again. God. When she made those noises, sounds that he hadn’t heard for years, sounds that his body craved, he couldn’t resist her. Her hands were on him, her fingers wrapping around his girth, stroking him.