Crazy B!tch (Biker Bitches 5)

Without a word, he limped back into the bathroom, turning the water back on before getting inside.

He felt the rush of cold air as the shower door opened.

“Shhhhittt!”

Turning, he saw Crazy Bitch staring at his abused cock.

“Get some shorts on. I’m taking you to the hospital.” She started to turn the water off, but Calder caught her hand, leaving it running.

“I am not going to the hospital,” he grated out through chattering teeth. “I’d rather die.”

“What if it rots and falls off?” She started pacing around the bathroom, nearing hysterics. “I don’t know if I can marry a man without a dick.”

“I don’t know if I can marry a woman who wants to make me a eunuch!” he yelled.

“What’s a eunuch?”

“Google it!” he shouted then started counting to ten.

His fucking cock felt as if it had been torched. If she didn’t leave him alone, he wasn’t going to be responsible for his actions.

“Quit being such a drama quee—”

Screeching, she ran out of the bathroom when he made a threatening move toward her, slamming the door behind her.

He remained standing in the shower until he felt the pain was at a manageable level. He held on to the shower door as he got out, moving slowly, afraid the excruciating pain would return.

“Can I come in?” He barely heard Crazy Bitch’s request from the other side of the door.

“No.”

“I have something I think will make it better. Please?”

He reluctantly opened the door.

“I called Killyama, and she gave me Dr. Price’s number.”

“You told Killyama?” He scowled at her as he tried to move past her.

“I didn’t tell her what for. Cool down before you hurt yourself.” Taking his arm, she helped him to the bed, raising his feet to the bed when he couldn’t.

“Dr. Price says it’s a friction burn. He suggested leaving it exposed to the air, but that if you want, I could put some Vaseline on it.”

“I didn’t pack any in my suitcase.” His jaw locked when she sat down on the bed, jiggling his cock.

“I found some in the package with the toy. I’m sorry… I should have read the directions.”

Calder angrily turned his face away from her. Even her rubbing his leg soothingly didn’t lessen his anger.

“I don’t need the Vaseline. I just want to take a nap and forget it happened.”

“That might be a little hard to do… at least for a little while. Dr. Price said not to have any sex for a week.”

His face jerked back toward her. “That’s not going to be a problem!”

“Aw, come on, Calder. I said I was sorry. You enjoyed it. I know you did.”

“I might have, but the experience wasn’t worth the pain I’m going through now.”

“Next time, we’ll stop at the third setting.”

“There isn’t going to be a next time,” he snarled. “I threw it away.”

“Are you crazy? I told you it was my fault. The Last Riders wouldn’t make anything that would hurt anyone.”

“How do you know? They could be trying to take us out one dick at a time.”

“Now you’re being crazy. I don’t even know which one helped Penni make it. But don’t worry; I’m going to call that bitch. She could have stressed the importance of using the lube.”

“When you talk to her, ask which Last Rider helped her develop it. I have a little feedback I want to give him,” he snarled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“I will. I promise. Just relax and go to sleep. I’m going out for a few minutes. Here’s your phone if you need me before I get back.”

He didn’t respond, trying to escape the pain by nodding off to sleep.

He heard Crazy Bitch leave the room, thankfully already drifting off.

He was so tired he didn’t hear her come back, waking to the steady hum of cool air bathing his body.

Opening his eyes, he saw one large fan blowing on his cock and another small one was on the dresser, aimed at that part of his anatomy.

When he started to rise, he felt a cold cloth slipping off his dick. Before he could pick it up, Crazy Bitch was there, dousing it into a bucket of ice water, then twisting off the excess water before placing it gently back on his lap.

He was able to raise himself without feeling as if his skull was going to explode.

“You did all this while I was sleeping?”

She nodded. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“I’m sorry, Calder. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ve only given you one blowjob, and I admit, I might have half-assed it, but a girl’s jaw gets tired—”

“It’s okay,” he cut her off, not needing the particulars of why he’d had to coax her into the blowjob she had given him the first night they were in the hotel. Her healthy attitude toward sex was too much to take when he was nursing a dick he wasn’t sure would ever work again. “Where did you get the fans?”