Dark Fall (Back Down Devil MC #3)(17)

Kaity held the bra up and shook her head.

“Got something to say?” Erik asked.

“Small chest,” Kaity said. “Too bad for you.”

Erik backed up a few inches and made fists. Why did Kaity just say something so f*cking flirty and sexy? She had a bullet hole in her leg, yet she was more focused on getting to him. What was she getting at here? What did she want?

“Do you want to keep this?” Kaity asked.

“You’re starting to piss me the f*ck off,” Erik said. “Stand up and strip your pants off.”

Kaity stood and dropped the bra. Erik saw it on the floor and shook his head.

Stupid f*cking relievers.

Erik was eye level with Kaity’s button on her jeans. He watched her open the button and unzip her pants. She stuck her hands to her waist and wiggled her hips as she pushed the jeans down. When Erik saw the dark red panties on her body, his cock thickened. He throbbed; the blood rushed everywhere. He groaned as Kaity started to take her jeans off.

“Can you help?” Kaity asked.

She put her hands to Erik’s shoulders, slightly bent. She looked down at Erik, her hair falling in front of her face. Nothing about this was meant to be sexual but the room was filled with the tension.

Erik clamped his hands to Kaity’s legs, just above her knees. Her left leg was still slightly bleeding but Erik couldn’t help himself. He was struggling to control the intense feelings running through his body and his mind, but he managed to help Kaity out of the rest of her jeans and then he gently pushed at her hips.

“Sit back down,” he said.

Kaity fell to the bed again.

Erik’s nose caught the scent of her hair and it made him ache. Staring at Kaity made him want to ravage her. Fuck her leg. Fuck the wound. Fuck if there was a bullet in her leg.

“Just tell me when it hurts,” Erik said.

He leaned forward.

“It hurts,” Kaity said.

“Fucking funny, again,” Erik said.

Erik put a hand above the wound, near the top of her leg. His pinky opened wide, touching the bottom of her panties. He put his other hand under the wound and with both hands he pressed. Kaity winced and took a shaky breath.

“Stay with me,” Erik said.

He applied more pressure. Blood dripped from her leg. Erik inched closer to the wound and when he touched it with his thumb, Kaity whimpered. Erik looked at her and her eyes were shut. A stray tear fell down her cheek.

This was one tough woman.

Erik looked closer to check out the wound. It was just bleeding. He grabbed the sheet on his bed and wiped her leg. A sense of relief came over him when he realized it was just a wound and that there was no bullet in her leg. Whether it grazed her or ricocheted off something, he wasn't sure. Either way, now she didn’t need to be held down and poked at to get a bullet out and hope there was no permanent damage to her leg, or an infection.

“Can I have that bottle?” Kaity asked.

“Sure, babe,” Erik said.

He grabbed the bottle and handed it to Kaity. She took the cap off and drank from it.

Erik released his hold on her leg and wiped his hands on the sheet. He stared at Kaity, watching her as she continued to drink. Sip after sip. Little gulp after little gulp.

“I take it you’re staying the night here?” Erik asked.

Kaity looked at him. “You said…”

“I said you can come here. Didn’t say a thing about… whatever…” Erik shook his head. He wasn’t in the mood for this bullshit. “Don’t f*cking move.”

He stood and walked to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and opened the bottom drawer under the sink. He found some gauze and tape, enough to patch up Kaity’s leg to keep it from bleeding throughout the night.

When he turned to walk back to her, he almost tripped over his own feet. Kaity was leaning back on her elbows with her head back, eyes shut. Her red panties clung between her legs. Her hair dangled down, reaching the bed. From the angle, it was almost as if Kaity was in great pleasure. As though someone was on their knees tasting her body.

Fuck.

Erik made fists and walked back to the bed.

“Let me patch that up,” he said. “I’ll check it tomorrow and make sure you’re fine. I’m assuming you don’t want to go to the hospital, right?”

“No way,” Kaity said.

"Why not?"

“Personal reasons.”

“Yeah, I’ve got plenty of those.” Erik moved back to his knees. “I got out of the hospital not too long ago. Not a pleasant experience.”

Erik touched Kaity’s leg. She hissed but didn’t jump. The silence that came between them was for the obvious reasons. He looked at her and curled his lip.

“You don’t have to be afraid to ask,” he said. “Yes, I was at the hospital because of my f*cking face.”

“It’s none of my business,” Kaity said. “Not that I wouldn’t want to know…”

“Don't ask right now.”

Erik rubbed the wound with the towel, cleaning it up the best he could. He then put the gauze down and taped it to her leg. The entire time Erik worked he admired Kaity’s legs. He couldn’t help himself. The soft, silkiness. The way they ran up to her panties. And her f*cking panties. Dark red. Wonderful. Erik felt his nose twitching. He could almost smell her.