“That’s not what you used to say.”
I growled at him ready to walk away. “Okay, I’m out. Find someone else to stitch you up. I don’t have to be here.”
“There’s a first aid kit under my sink in my bathroom.” He winced, but I was onto his little game. He was trying to pull at my heartstrings by pretending he was hurting more than he actually was. Yeah, I wasn’t the naive girl I used to be.
“I think I’ll need something more than a simple first aid kit. Not many first aid supplies come with standard stab wound equipment.”
“Just go get it. Stop being a brat. I’m not going to have any blood left if you keep stalling. I hope you don’t take this long when you start working in the hospital.” He stood up taking a large swig from the almost empty bottle clutched in his hand, before he unbuttoned his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I hissed. My eyes glued to the hands currently on his undone jeans.
“I’m getting undressed so you can stitch me up. I’d like to stop bleeding on my damn couch. Unless you were taught how to stitch through denim?”
I ran out of the room not waiting to see him drop his drawers. In his bathroom I washed my hands and poured rubbing alcohol on them after retrieving the duffle bag marked, first aid. I rolled my eyes when I opened his first aid kit. Of course, it wouldn’t be some wimpy thing. It reminded me of what a field medic would carry around. I was stupid for thinking Demon wouldn’t be equipped for something more dire than a scratch. It was Demon for crying out loud. The president of Hell’s Army Motorcycle Club for fuck’s sake.
“I’m still bleeding out here. Any day now,” he called out, putting me back in action.
I jumped, feeling stupid for taking my time when he was injured. But then I remembered he was bleeding on his couch, because he refused to go to the hospital, so I took my time. When I made it out to the living room, he had a blanket draped over his crotch. The now empty bottle hung from his hands.
He noticed me staring and gave me a drunken smile. “I covered up for you. You know since you’re engaged and all. I’m sure the prick wouldn’t be happy knowing my cock was in your face while you stitched me up.”
“What about your underwear?” I asked. My gaze riveted to his crotch. I didn’t bother replying to his engaged comment, or the one about his cock in my face. I didn’t need a reminder from him. I knew I was engaged.
Right?
Also, the vision of his cock in my face shouldn’t have turned me on the way it did. I guess I did need a reminder I was engaged.
He laughed, his head fell back on the couch. “Commando baby. Although, if I knew I was going to get stabbed I would’ve put some boxers on, just for you.”
I pulled a lamp over toward me and cried out.
“I thought you were stabbed.”
“If the burning in my leg and the knife I pulled out of it was any indication, I was.”
I stared in horror at the two inch gash jaggedly running along his upper thigh. “Demon you were slit up your leg. I thought it was an in and out sort of thing.” I made a stabby motion with my hand, still staring at the nasty gash in front of me.
“It’s never an ordinary in and out thing when it comes to me.”
I rolled my eyes, still horrified at the state his leg was in.
“See, now you understand why I’ve been trying to get your ass in gear.”
I pulled out everything I needed, as I continued taking slow deep breaths. After disinfecting his “stab wound” and shooting him with some local anesthetic, I stitched him up.
Demon groaned as I began to work. I looked at him afraid the anesthesia hadn’t kicked in yet. His eyes were screwed shut, his forehead dotted with sweat. His hand was now clutching the bottle, instead of letting it dangle like it had been before I began stitching him.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Just keep going,” he said through his teeth.
I opened my mouth to yell at him, to make him tell me what hurt so I could fix it. He didn’t need to be macho, it was me for fucks sake. That all died on my lips when I noticed the blanket was lifting from between his legs.
“Oh.” I stared as it kept getting bigger.
“Angel, I need you to concentrate.” Demon’s voice was rough. My gaze went back to his leg. I didn’t want to see his reaction after catching me staring at his enormous erection.
My nipples pebbled seeing his arousal. His voice just made me hotter. Clearing my throat, I finished up three more stitches. I covered it up and packed everything back in his kit.