“I don’t understand how there are only two cuts when he sank all of his claws into me,” I mused, needing a distraction from what she was doing.
I’d had good intentions when I’d said it, but they were null and void when she pushed up the fabric of my underwear until she saw the area higher up, which was cut and scratched to shit.
Making a groaning noise, she told me to hold the material out of the way and then repeated the cleansing routine on it, including the damn hydrogen peroxide. Lower down my thigh had stung, but higher up, it would have made my balls crawl inside my body if she hadn’t been so close to them.
This time, she made my awkward issue even worse when she got closer and blew across the skin, taking away the burn, and transferring it to where my dick was now lying harder than he’d ever been in his life.
With how I was standing, the fabric of my underwear in my hand, and the bottom of my t-shirt pulled up and clamped against my abdomen by my forearm, nothing was being hidden from her, either.
When she turned to get the Betadine this time, she did a double-take at the area and snorted. That snort quickly turned to laughter, leaving me torn between being offended and intrigued.
“Are you laughing at my dick?”
“Kinda,” she admitted, putting some of the red antibacterial stuff on a cotton ball. “You’re wearing underwear with Nike written boldly on the waistband above your penis. Their slogan is the Nike tick, but you’ve got a Nike dick instead.”
Frowning, I looked down at my crotch, seeing what she meant immediately. With how it was now lying at an angle to the side, clearly visible through the material, it did indeed look like a dick version of the tick.
“For fuck’s sake.”
Still laughing, she dabbed the scratches with the Betadine, then applied the Neosporin.
“Okay, now that you’re sterilized—” she leaned back and looked pointedly at my cock “Well, not you, big guy. You’ll live to see another day. Anyway, now that your cuts are sterilized, I’ll put the bandages on them, and that should be you all done and dusted.”
“What about if there are any higher up that we haven’t found yet?”
Jacinda rolled her eyes as she tore open some Band-Aids. “I’m pretty sure we found them all, Canon. Plus, I can feel the blood trailing down my ankle, and it’s giving me the willies.”
A bark of laughter burst out of me. “The willies?”
Ignoring me, she went about covering the wounds, then leaned back and inspected everything. And by everything, I mean everything, including the skin of my torso that was visible because I was still holding the hem of my t-shirt away from the cuts.
Sighing, she dropped down onto her ass on the tiled floor and inspected her ankle. Sure enough, there were some trails of blood that’d even reached the ground while she’d been looking after me, making me feel like shit.
“Damn it, we should have done you first,” I groaned, dropping down onto my knees beside her and looking more closely at her wounds. “Why are you bleeding so badly?”
“I just always have. I don’t have a medical condition that causes it, but I bleed like a stuck pig if I get even a tiny cut.”
Getting back up, I wet two paper towels and added soap to one. Ignoring her outreached hand, I cleaned the area before throwing them in the hidden trash can.
“Righty, are we using this stuff on you, too?” I wiggled the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, suddenly unsure about using it on her.
I didn’t want her skin to be irritated, and I didn’t want the wounds to heal slowly. But I also didn’t want to cause her the pain it’d undoubtedly create when I put it on the cuts.
“Yeah,” she sighed, resigned to the fact now I was going to be helping her as she’d helped me. “I’d rather not get a poopy litter infection.”
I’d just undone the lid when she suddenly jumped to her feet. “Wait, let me get these off first. I don’t want to ruin them with the Betadine.”
Her hands were already at the waistband of her tight cream colored capris pants, and all the saliva in my mouth disappeared as she undid the zip and bared her black lace panties to me.
Jesus!
I had to look away as she started tugging them down her thighs because my cock predicament had gotten even worse—which shocked the hell out of me. I mean, it’d already been the worst I’d ever known it to be. The level it was now at was unprecedented in every way.
However, even not looking at her, the second her capris hit the ground, I heard and saw it happen out of the corner of my eye, and the knowledge she was standing in just her black lace panties drove me out of my mind.