and stopped her. “No. If your cuts are open, we need to treat them.”
Maple’s eyelids fluttered as she tried to see if she had heard right. He wasn’t shocked? Going to ask questions? Did he just want to look at her ass?
“It’s okay. Really. There’s no need.”
“Stop arguing and come with me to my room. I have some ointment.”
He began to lead her away, tugging at her hand. Maple tripped on her boots. She shook her wrist, trying to free herself. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea--”
He whipped around and stared at her. Raúl’s eyes were black and hard. “For the love of God, Maple, I’m not trying to hit on you! You’ve made it abundantly clear that isn’t happening! Just come and let me clean your cuts before you get an infection. Do you want an infection in your ass?”
Well, when you put it that way.
Obediently she followed. Besides, she really did hurt, and if he had something that could help, she wanted it. Maple was curious to see Raúl’s room, too.
It was on the other side of the house, far from her own room. The small cottage wasn’t attached, standing just to the side of the large main house. It was simple, the same kind of straight ranch-style lines as the main house, with a door and windows on the front.
Inside was a small apartment. “I share it with Mariela. She’ll still be cleaning up, though. This way.”
Inside his room, she was delighted to find a pretty typically male setup. Posters of soccer players. A computer that she knew he barely had time to be on. His bed wasn’t made, the sheets twisted. Piles of clothing that she dodged as she stepped in behind him.
It was comfortable and sweet.
“Take your pants off and lie face down on the bed,” Raúl ordered, grabbing a bag off of a bookshelf.
Maple’s cheeks ignited at that. “Uh--”
When he speared her with an angry gaze, though, she did as he said. Laying her cheek on the cotton, she caught a heady whiff of male from the sheets. It smelled like deodorant and soap. The air felt good on the weeping cuts.
“This is going to sting. A lot.”
“Go for it.” She pressed her face into the mattress. The last time Raúl had treated her wounds, it had made Maple hot enough to let him make out with her. That had been some small cuts on her hand. This was enormous welts on her backside. Enormous and obvious.
And of course, he couldn’t not say anything. “He did this to you, didn’t he?”
It wasn’t really a question, because they both knew it was true. “He was pissed about Bane.”
Raúl grunted noncommittally. “I’m sorry I said anything, then.”
I’m not , she thought as she remembered J.B.’s rough fingers on her clit. Something cold and lavender-scented swiped across her thighs. She cried out, letting the mattress muffle the sound.
“Sorry. Witch Hazel and some lavender. It can act as an astringent.”
It took Herculean effort not to writhe and roll her hips as he worked. Maple tried not to think about the fact that Raúl was just staring at her bare ass right now. He was looking at where J.B. had marked her. She tried not to think about where those marks had come from, because she couldn’t afford to get majorly turned on.
As his fingers started to spread a new, cool gel on after, Maple couldn’t help but moan. It did feel better. Whatever he was coating her cuts with had a numbing agent. Blissful relief spread under his confident touch.
“How do you know about this?” His lack of surprise was startling.
“Mariela.”
Wincing, Maple popped up on her forearms and twisted to look at him. Inside, envy was coming out of its cage, teeth gnashing and ready to shred her from the inside out. “He hit her?” She wished the question didn’t come out so strangled sounding.
He wouldn’t meet her eyes, instead focusing on his work. “Only once. Remember when I told you Mariela
Maple’s eyelids fluttered as she tried to see if she had heard right. He wasn’t shocked? Going to ask questions? Did he just want to look at her ass?
“It’s okay. Really. There’s no need.”
“Stop arguing and come with me to my room. I have some ointment.”
He began to lead her away, tugging at her hand. Maple tripped on her boots. She shook her wrist, trying to free herself. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea--”
He whipped around and stared at her. Raúl’s eyes were black and hard. “For the love of God, Maple, I’m not trying to hit on you! You’ve made it abundantly clear that isn’t happening! Just come and let me clean your cuts before you get an infection. Do you want an infection in your ass?”
Well, when you put it that way.
Obediently she followed. Besides, she really did hurt, and if he had something that could help, she wanted it. Maple was curious to see Raúl’s room, too.
It was on the other side of the house, far from her own room. The small cottage wasn’t attached, standing just to the side of the large main house. It was simple, the same kind of straight ranch-style lines as the main house, with a door and windows on the front.
Inside was a small apartment. “I share it with Mariela. She’ll still be cleaning up, though. This way.”
Inside his room, she was delighted to find a pretty typically male setup. Posters of soccer players. A computer that she knew he barely had time to be on. His bed wasn’t made, the sheets twisted. Piles of clothing that she dodged as she stepped in behind him.
It was comfortable and sweet.
“Take your pants off and lie face down on the bed,” Raúl ordered, grabbing a bag off of a bookshelf.
Maple’s cheeks ignited at that. “Uh--”
When he speared her with an angry gaze, though, she did as he said. Laying her cheek on the cotton, she caught a heady whiff of male from the sheets. It smelled like deodorant and soap. The air felt good on the weeping cuts.
“This is going to sting. A lot.”
“Go for it.” She pressed her face into the mattress. The last time Raúl had treated her wounds, it had made Maple hot enough to let him make out with her. That had been some small cuts on her hand. This was enormous welts on her backside. Enormous and obvious.
And of course, he couldn’t not say anything. “He did this to you, didn’t he?”
It wasn’t really a question, because they both knew it was true. “He was pissed about Bane.”
Raúl grunted noncommittally. “I’m sorry I said anything, then.”
I’m not , she thought as she remembered J.B.’s rough fingers on her clit. Something cold and lavender-scented swiped across her thighs. She cried out, letting the mattress muffle the sound.
“Sorry. Witch Hazel and some lavender. It can act as an astringent.”
It took Herculean effort not to writhe and roll her hips as he worked. Maple tried not to think about the fact that Raúl was just staring at her bare ass right now. He was looking at where J.B. had marked her. She tried not to think about where those marks had come from, because she couldn’t afford to get majorly turned on.
As his fingers started to spread a new, cool gel on after, Maple couldn’t help but moan. It did feel better. Whatever he was coating her cuts with had a numbing agent. Blissful relief spread under his confident touch.
“How do you know about this?” His lack of surprise was startling.
“Mariela.”
Wincing, Maple popped up on her forearms and twisted to look at him. Inside, envy was coming out of its cage, teeth gnashing and ready to shred her from the inside out. “He hit her?” She wished the question didn’t come out so strangled sounding.
He wouldn’t meet her eyes, instead focusing on his work. “Only once. Remember when I told you Mariela
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