War(44)

I felt myself smiling. Yeah, I probably was. But I’d found it, and I’d found a way to finally shut Milan up.

I set the tweezers on the edge of the sink and then proceeded to stitch my leg.

“Do you…?” I looked up at Milan, who shook her head. “Do you need help?”

She looked annoyed at even asking the question, but I thought it was rather sweet. “You know how to sew?” I asked.

She frowned and then shook her head. “On second thought, you seem to be doing a fine job,” she said.

I laughed again as she rushed from the bathroom and finished sewing my leg up.

Milan was right. I was fucking crazy.

My life, such as it had been, was in shambles, everything I’d ever built at risk. I’d been shot at—not a big deal—and stabbed myself—a much bigger deal—and yet…I was having fun. The most fun I’d had in years, maybe ever.

And it was because of her.

I hated the fact that she was in danger. I hated the fact that every second with me was one that brought her closer to death. Even more, I hated the fact that my own weakness left me unable to fully protect her.

But I didn’t hate that she was with me.

Didn’t hate that all.

I finished stitching and then cleaned the wound, then picked up the tweezers, crushed the tiny device in them, and then flushed the pieces down the toilet.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I found Milan sitting in the middle of the mattress, her legs folded underneath her.

She looked at me, her eyes wide, her gaze lingering as she looked down my body, across my chest, and then lower.

I was wearing only underwear, and knew that she could see my desire.

Her gaze snagged there, and then dropped down to my leg.

“What did you do to it?” she asked.

“Stitched it, sealed it with glue. Better than anything they could do at a hospital,” I said.

As I spoke, I hooked my hands in my waistband and began pulling off my underwear.

I stepped out of them, my cock hard and at full attention and looked up at Milan, whose gaze was riveted on my hardness.

“Are you suggesting that something might happen now?” she asked when she finally managed to meet my eyes again.

“Not a suggestion,” I said.

Then I lifted my hand, let the foil packet dangle between my fingers and almost laughed at the way Milan’s eyes lit up.

She quickly closed them, though, narrowing her gaze at me.

“I take it you got that at the drugstore. Just the one?” she asked, sounding casual though her eyes were bright with arousal.

“No,” I said as I opened the packet and retrieved the condom. Then I rolled it down my length, not moving in any particular hurry. I wanted her in the worst way, but that desire was tempered by a playfulness I had rarely felt. I was in no mood to rush.

“Awfully presumptuous,” she said as she stood and pulled her shirt over her head.

I stared at her, the fullness of her breasts enclosed by her black bra enticing, and my cock got even harder as I thought about touching her, thought about the way her breasts would feel against me, the way her soft stomach would cradle me as I pounded into her.

“No,” I said, getting closer.

She met me halfway, put her hands on my shoulders.

“You just stabbed yourself,” she said, letting her fingers trace against my chest. “I could be disgusted. That might have been the last proof I needed that you are certifiable and I should get away.”

But as she talked, she moved her hands against my sides, squeezing at my flanks and then stopping to nestle her fingers in the hair at the base of my cock.

“Perhaps,” I said, my voice calm although my body was aflame with the desire that Milan touching me intensified. “But I don’t think so.”

She circled her fingers around the base of my shaft and then cupped my sac.

“You’re pouting,” I said as I looked at the frown on her face.

“I wanted to put it on,” she said, and then she looked up at me.

I gave her a smile.

“Next time,” I said.

“Promise?” she asked.

“I promise,” I said.

“And you always keep those,” she said.

I nodded, and she let go of me and then turned suddenly.

As she walked away from me, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, then kneeled on the edge of the bed.

She arched her back and lifted her hips in the air, offering herself to me. Then she looked over her shoulder, her bra still on, the contrast of her covered breasts with her bare ass one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Excellent question,” I said as I walked to her, my cock bobbing as I moved.

I reached her, grabbed one of her full hips with my hands and watched as she sank her teeth into her lip.