Beautiful Beast (Gypsy Heroes)

‘The feud is over.’

I nod sadly. The price seems too high to me. ‘Are you in agony?’

‘No, I’m still buzzing.’

‘Buzzing?’

‘Yup. Buzzing. It’s up there with sex.’

I raise my eyebrows.

‘Maybe not,’ he grins, then winces with pain.

I look at him worriedly and he touches my face gently. And for some crazy reason tears start slipping from my eyes.

‘Don’t, Lily. Don’t. Everything is just the way it should be.’

‘It’s just the shock,’ I sniff. Even I don’t know why I am crying. It seems so silly, but I feel unbelievably choked up and shaken.

We hurtle through country lanes, with Jake wincing now and again.

The doctor comes and to my horror tells us that Jake has fractured ribs. He prescribes a course of anti-inflammatory meds and painkillers. I set up an ice bath and Jake gingerly lowers himself into it. The buzz of adrenalin has worn off and the damaged ribs make even talking an incredibly painful thing. He lies in the ice bath for about an hour. I can see huge purple bruises and bumps coming up on his legs, his midsection and his face.

‘How do you feel?’ I ask, coming to sit on the toilet seat.

‘Like hell. Even breathing makes me feel miserable. And I’ve got a splitting headache.’

When he gets out of his ice bath, he is shivering and I gently help him to bed and cover him with a blanket. Then I wrap his hands with gauze bandages—the skin over the knuckles is all broken and raw.

‘Why don’t you have a little nap?’ I say.

He sighs. ‘I’d like to have sex.’

I look at him in astonishment. ‘How?’

‘I could if you did all the work.’

I shake my head in wonder. He can’t even breathe without pain and he wants to have sex. Incredible!

‘Will you?’ he cajoles.

‘No. Look at the state of you. Your face looks like a damn balloon. And you can’t even breathe properly. I’m not going to have sex with you. What if I cause you even more injuries?’

‘We haven’t had sex in three days,’ he says sulkily.

‘And whose fault is that? Who had to conserve energy to prepare for his big fight?’

‘How about a blow job?’

‘You’re mad.’

‘I thought you liked a swollen cock.’

I grin. ‘I’m not doing it.’

‘Right then, just open your legs and let me see your pussy.’

I blush.