Graham’s thoughts, Ro didn’t respond.
Graham’s hand smoothed over her ass and damn near brushed her girly parts.
Before Ro could come up with any type of suitable reply, Graham’s hand stilled and flipped her off his shoulder and re-situated her in his arms. Thankful that her ass was no longer bared to the world, and whoever must have spotted her attempted escape, she stayed silent.
Graham carried her along the wall to the front entrance, which swung open as they approached.
Zach met them with a towel as Ro’s teeth started to chatter.
“She’s going to need more than a towel,” Zach observed.
“Back to the showers, I imagine.”
Zach lifted her foot. “Back to Beau first, I think.”
Rivulets of crimson dripped down the side of Ro’s right foot.
“Goddammit, Ro,” Graham said. “You are going to stay put this time, even if I have to tie you down myself.”
He hefted her higher in his arms and headed toward the clinic, radioing Beau on his way.
Beau had once again okay-ed the shower, leaving her ankle unwrapped and covering her stitches, which had hurt like a mother without local anesthetic. Graham had glowered at her the whole time, squeezing her hand tighter each time she flinched as the needle cut into her skin. At least she had only needed six. Any more and she might have lost a hand. Zach held her other hand, and rather than squeeze, he’d spent the entire time rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back of it and playing with her fingers.
This time both Graham and Zach waited just beyond the shower room for her to finish, holding up the tiled walls like sentinels standing guard. Ro shut off the water and reached for the towel that Zach held out. He didn’t even pretend to look away as he handed it to her. She was pretty sure they’d both taken more than one glance at her during her shower. Just the thought of them watching her had heated her more effectively than the hot water. She didn’t give herself the luxury of enjoying the shower too long, though. She was focused on hiding her hardening nipples and trying not to clench her thighs to assuage the building ache.
“Done?” Graham asked.
Ro nodded, pushing herself from the seat. Before her feet made contact with the floor, she found herself in Zach’s arms, Graham right behind him.
“Forgetting something, doll?” Zach asked.
Ro’s short bark of laughter bounced off the tiled walls. “I guess so.”
Zach sat her on the bench and Graham held out a t-shirt. Gratefully, Ro slipped it over her head and shoved her arms through the sleeves.
Then he crouched at her feet, holding open a pair of gray sweatpants.
“Leg.”
Ro complied, sticking first one leg and then the other into the warm cotton pants. Being dressed like a child was new. And then she realized her lack of panties meant Graham had a front row seat to check out her goodies.
“Hey!” She scooted the pants up her legs and glared at Graham.
“Babe, I saw every naked inch of your pussy while you were dripping wet and climbing out of the creek.”
Ro’s gaze shot to Zach, who looked intrigued.
“Did ya now?” Zach drawled.
Ro’s cheeks burned.
“Do you have to be such a dick?”
“Baby, you have no idea.”
Ro decided studying the floor was the better alternative, but Graham’s hand shot out, lifting her chin.
“We need to talk.”
“I’m really not interested in anything you have to say.”
“You sure ‘bout that?”
“Pretty damn sure.”
“What if I offered you an armed escort home?”
Ro’s gaze darted from Graham to Zach, who looked a bit confused.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“Completely,” Graham replied.
“What’s the catch?”
“You nix the escape attempts for a few days and let yourself heal up.”
Ro considered the offer. It would mean a slight delay in her plans, but she’d be giving herself a chance to recuperate, and she wouldn’t have to face whatever craziness was outside these walls by herself. That
Graham’s hand smoothed over her ass and damn near brushed her girly parts.
Before Ro could come up with any type of suitable reply, Graham’s hand stilled and flipped her off his shoulder and re-situated her in his arms. Thankful that her ass was no longer bared to the world, and whoever must have spotted her attempted escape, she stayed silent.
Graham carried her along the wall to the front entrance, which swung open as they approached.
Zach met them with a towel as Ro’s teeth started to chatter.
“She’s going to need more than a towel,” Zach observed.
“Back to the showers, I imagine.”
Zach lifted her foot. “Back to Beau first, I think.”
Rivulets of crimson dripped down the side of Ro’s right foot.
“Goddammit, Ro,” Graham said. “You are going to stay put this time, even if I have to tie you down myself.”
He hefted her higher in his arms and headed toward the clinic, radioing Beau on his way.
Beau had once again okay-ed the shower, leaving her ankle unwrapped and covering her stitches, which had hurt like a mother without local anesthetic. Graham had glowered at her the whole time, squeezing her hand tighter each time she flinched as the needle cut into her skin. At least she had only needed six. Any more and she might have lost a hand. Zach held her other hand, and rather than squeeze, he’d spent the entire time rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back of it and playing with her fingers.
This time both Graham and Zach waited just beyond the shower room for her to finish, holding up the tiled walls like sentinels standing guard. Ro shut off the water and reached for the towel that Zach held out. He didn’t even pretend to look away as he handed it to her. She was pretty sure they’d both taken more than one glance at her during her shower. Just the thought of them watching her had heated her more effectively than the hot water. She didn’t give herself the luxury of enjoying the shower too long, though. She was focused on hiding her hardening nipples and trying not to clench her thighs to assuage the building ache.
“Done?” Graham asked.
Ro nodded, pushing herself from the seat. Before her feet made contact with the floor, she found herself in Zach’s arms, Graham right behind him.
“Forgetting something, doll?” Zach asked.
Ro’s short bark of laughter bounced off the tiled walls. “I guess so.”
Zach sat her on the bench and Graham held out a t-shirt. Gratefully, Ro slipped it over her head and shoved her arms through the sleeves.
Then he crouched at her feet, holding open a pair of gray sweatpants.
“Leg.”
Ro complied, sticking first one leg and then the other into the warm cotton pants. Being dressed like a child was new. And then she realized her lack of panties meant Graham had a front row seat to check out her goodies.
“Hey!” She scooted the pants up her legs and glared at Graham.
“Babe, I saw every naked inch of your pussy while you were dripping wet and climbing out of the creek.”
Ro’s gaze shot to Zach, who looked intrigued.
“Did ya now?” Zach drawled.
Ro’s cheeks burned.
“Do you have to be such a dick?”
“Baby, you have no idea.”
Ro decided studying the floor was the better alternative, but Graham’s hand shot out, lifting her chin.
“We need to talk.”
“I’m really not interested in anything you have to say.”
“You sure ‘bout that?”
“Pretty damn sure.”
“What if I offered you an armed escort home?”
Ro’s gaze darted from Graham to Zach, who looked a bit confused.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“Completely,” Graham replied.
“What’s the catch?”
“You nix the escape attempts for a few days and let yourself heal up.”
Ro considered the offer. It would mean a slight delay in her plans, but she’d be giving herself a chance to recuperate, and she wouldn’t have to face whatever craziness was outside these walls by herself. That
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