Armored Hearts (The Town of Pearl 7)

“Easy, baby. We’re right here, and you’re safe,” Fisher told her.

She lay back down and then covered her mouth as if trying to hide a cry.

Fisher glanced at Grey, who seemed concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to take the pain medication but it’s like I want to.”

“Why?” Fisher asked.

She didn’t reply and instead attempted to move. That’s when she gasped and lay back down.

He saw the pain and the tears hit her eyes, and his heart hammered in his chest as he laid his palm over her belly and the sheet that covered her.

“You’re in pain,” he said.

“Fuck, we hurt her. We should have gone slowly, maybe not all taken her like we did,” Grey said as he stood up from the bed and paced.

“No, I’m okay. I’m just sore. I’ve been sore every morning when I wake up,” she said.

“Not like this. You’re a bad liar, India, so don’t try to bullshit us.” He turned to look at Grey. “Start a hot bath. Put those spa things in there so when we turn on the Jacuzzi she can relax comfortably.”

Grey nodded, turned, and hurried toward the bathroom.

They would take excellent care of her. Fisher was shocked at how upset he felt for being part of the reason why she ached so much. He wasn’t used to this. Caring for a woman so deeply and being responsible for her well-being. It was like his entire outlook on life had changed from one sink of his cock into her body. This was a serious situation. One they all might not fully understand or comprehend yet, but he did. He wanted India safe, secure, and with them here forever. He wasn’t going to let her go back to Chicago. He wasn’t going to hear about her other life and her responsibilities. No, she was part of him, part of them now.

He had to slow himself down and calm his ranting mind. He was fucking losing it. He was going to go all stalker on her. Where the fuck was this coming from?

“Fisher?”

He looked at her and she looked scared. He hadn’t even realized he had a scowl on his face. Here he was flexing his muscles, acting like some dominating, chauvinistic dick.

He reached over and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm. It gave him great satisfaction and a feeling of importance.

“Let me carry you to the bathroom. You’ll soak a bit while we check on breakfast.”

“No.”

He raise done eyebrow up at her.

She cupped his cheek. “Join me in the tub. I don’t want to be alone.”

His cock instantly hardened. He could get lost in the blue of her eyes. Never mind the curve of her lips, or the soft whisper of her voice. She didn’t know the power she had over him already. Or maybe she did. At the moment as she slowly pushed the sheets away from her sexy body, he didn’t care. He stroked his thumb along her nipple.

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea, baby.”

“Why not? Don’t you want to?” she asked.

“Oh, I do. But you see that will lead to me touching you, licking you, and ultimately sinking my cock deeply into you. You’re bruised, achy, and need time to adjust to having five lovers. We’re big men.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” she admitted and looked away from him as he continued to caress her skin. He ran his hands along her abs and her breasts, making the nipples hard and erect.

“We’ll stay in there with you,” Grey added as he joined them.

She looked at him. “In the tub with me?” she asked, sounding so hopeful. He actually ached having to decline the invitation.

Grey’s eyes darkened.