Thumper (Cerberus MC)

I crack a smile at this as she steps away. I manage to not topple over.

“You’ll call me if you need my help?”

“Just listen for the crash.”

“That’s not funny, Javier. I can stay.”

“And hold me up while I pee?”

She shrugs. “I can, or I can see if Camryn can come put in a catheter.”

I cringe at her suggestions for two reasons. One, because no man wants a plastic tube shoved up his dick, and two, Camryn is Samson’s woman, who is two of the original guys’ son.

“No thanks,” I hiss. “I’ll be fine.”

She steps back further. “Just call out if you need help.”

I begin to shuffle to the toilet as she closes the bathroom door. It takes forever to do my business, kick off my sweats, and make it to the shower. I regret climbing in here the second I practically fall to the shower chair with no grace at all. There isn’t a chance in hell I can get up from here by myself. I have no idea why I thought I could, considering how much effort it took for Cara to help me stand up from the bed.

My pride keeps me locked in place, my mind trying to convince me that the water is going to burn my cuts, but maybe it’ll loosen the stiffness in my muscles enough to form a miracle. That’s what it’s going to take to get up by myself.

The sound of the water bouncing off the plastic Cara placed over the cast on my left wrist grates on my nerves. I just want to be whole and healthy and not think about how I’d given up on life when I was in Ernesto’s clutches. I was certain I was going to die, and if it weren’t for the low throb of pain I feel all over my body, I’d swear I was dead, that I had to be living in a dream.

The girl I thought was gone is on the other side of the door, and by some miracle, she doesn’t hate me even though she should.

That sponge bath the other day… Jesus, my cock has gotten hard more times than I can count since then, and now is no exception. Using the supplies in the shower, I soap up and wash as best I can, the tightness of some of the wounds making it impossible to reach the back of my arms and my legs below my knees. I’ve never been so helpless in my life. I’ve never had to have someone take care of me, and I feel less than a man accepting the help being offered, especially from Cara.

The water pounds down on me, each row of stitches and every abrasion burning like fire, and it still doesn’t help to tame my erection. I’m beaten, bruised, and sliced all up, yet my dick is still begging for attention.

I resist calling out to Cara. I doubt when she told me to call for help, she meant stroking my cock, but it’s all that I can seem to focus on right now. The role I played in her captivity makes me the devil regardless of the finer details of the situation. I have no right to even think of her that way.

It doesn’t matter that she’s gorgeous or that for some reason I may never understand that she has stuck around to help when she should either be running as fast and as far away as she can, or she should be planning my death.

“I’m so fucked up,” I mutter as I stare down at the length between my legs.

Ignoring it becomes impossible, and I hate myself a little more when I reach for the thing, my hand nothing but muscle memory as I begin to stroke.

I grunt at the sensation, the sound a combination of relief and self-hatred. Fuck it feels good, and I’ve needed this since she washed me. She wasn’t even trying to entice me. Her actions were purely medical, as she has reminded me more than once.

Tell that to my dick, because where she’s concerned, it’s never picky on the reasons for the attention it receives.

“Oh God,” I hiss when I hit the stroke I’ve perfected over the years.

I roll my lips between my teeth to muffle the sounds of pleasure, but it’s too late.

Cara knocks on the door. “Are you okay in there?”

“I’m fine,” I say with a little too much emotion.

My hand never stops the up and down motion. Fuck, it feels good, and it gets even better when I imagine her opening the door, seeing what I’m doing, and offering to help.

God, Cara on her knees in the shower, her hand not enough to get me there, so her solution is getting on her knees and taking me in her mouth.

My nuts tighten, that first tingle of imminent orgasm just out of reach.