Redemption:Slick Rock 18(12)

By: Becca Van


She blinked a few times and then groaned. Axel’s breath hitched in his throat at the pain-filled sound. When he stroked a finger down her cheek he felt the sheen of perspiration on her face and knew she had to be hurting bad.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Camden demanded.

She lifted her gaze to his and then glanced at the syringe in his hand. “What-what are you doing?”

“Your hand is sliced open, Enya. I need to stitch it closed. This”—Camden lifted the needle—“is a local. Once your hand is numb, I’ll suture the cut. Okay?”

She nodded and then squeezed her eyes tightly closed. When she paled Axel realized she had a phobia of needles and decided to distract her. He cupped her chin and angled her face toward him and then lowered his lips to hers. He started off slow and gentle, testing the waters, but when she sighed and her lips parted, he couldn’t hold back. He’d been dreaming of this moment for three long months, and though he hated that he was getting his wish at the detriment of his woman because she was hurt, he wasn’t about to pass the opportunity up.

Axel deepened the kiss, delving slightly inside of her mouth until the tip of his tongue rubbed against hers. This time when she moaned the sound was full of passionate hunger as her body took over pushing the pain receptors to the back of her mind.

He felt her flinch against him and knew that Camden had or was giving her the shot, but he was too caught up in her blissful taste to stop anytime soon. He angled his head and went deeper, gliding his tongue along before twirling around hers and then sweeping the interior of her mouth. Axel was so lost in her taste, her pleasure, he forgot where he was and who was with him until someone cleared their throat.

With a sigh of resignation, he eased the kiss back until he was sipping at her lips and then he finally lifted his head. Her eyes were still closed, but they weren’t squeezed tight. There was more color in her cheeks from her heightened desire and she was panting. He glanced at his friends and saw heat and envy in their gazes and couldn’t stop the smile from curving his lips up.

When he caught movement near the doorway he met Wilder’s gaze. The deputy was smirking but there was also a determined light in his eyes. Wilder shifted his gaze to Enya before meeting each of theirs before locking gazes with Axel again. He pointed to Enya and then to himself and Axel knew he was warning them. It wasn’t necessary because he and his friends had no intentions of hurting their woman, but he was glad that Wilder and his brothers were looking out for her, just like all the other men in the polyamorous relationships would do.

Axel shifted his eyes back to Enya when she exhaled loudly.

“Is your hand numb, sweetheart?” Camden asked, as he tapped on the skin of her palm close to the cut. “Can you feel it when I do this?”

Axel sighed when she shook her head.

Phoenix caressed up and down the outside of her calf. “You need to hold real still, baby. Camden is going to clean the cut and then sew your flesh back together.”

Enya gnawed on her lower lip as she glanced at Phoenix and nodded before she closed her eyes again.

“You don’t like needles, honey?” Axel asked the obviously rhetorical question hoping to distract her.

“No.”

He looked over at Wilder and nodded, hoping the deputy would realize what he wanted. Thankfully he did.

“Can you tell me what happened, Enya?”

Enya frowned but opened her eyes to meet Wilder’s gaze. “I was asleep but was startled awake when I heard a scraping noise at the window. I got up to get my cell phone which I’d left on the kitchen counter, but before I was about to leave the room something was thrown through the window, breaking it.” She paused to take a shaky breath.

“I ran and dialed 9-1-1.”

“How did you get the cut on your hand?” Wilder asked.

Enya blushed and lowered her gaze toward the hand Camden was currently suturing and she quickly paled.

“Eyes on me, honey.” Axel shifted closer, his front pressed against her back. He heard her gasp and knew she felt his erection. He tensed as he waited to see what she’d do, but he was thankful she didn’t try to move away. She was either worried Camden would hurt her or screw up a stitch if she moved, or she wasn’t too perturbed about feeling his hard cock pressed against her ass.