Chapter 53

JAX

I can feelthe blood on my face.

I know right away that my stitches have been torn open.

This is actually a first for me too.

I made a girl come so hard she made me bleed…

"Jax!" Mila cries out. "The blood!"

I touch her hips and nod. "It's okay. It's just my stitches."

"It's not okay. It's an open wound, bleeding. Don't be crazy."

"Fine," I say.

I reach and turn the shower off.

Now we're standing there, dripping wet, getting colder by the second.

"Towels?" I ask.

Mila hurries out of the shower to get us towels, including an extra one for the cut on my face.

I only take one towel.

For my face.

I can stand there, naked and dripping, I have nothing to worry about.

"You're going to need to cover that up," Mila says, pointing to my cock.

"And why is that, honey?"

"Jax, seriously? You're practically gushing blood. We have to move. I have to get you to the hospital. Or is there someone you can call? Hockey person or something?"

I step toward Mila and stare down at her. "You do it."

"What?"

"You patch me up, honey."

"Jax…"

"Listen to me, Mila. I want you to do it."

"I'm not a doctor, Jax. This isn't a game."

"I never said it was. Just take a look at least. You can fix it up. Practice on me."

She swallows hard. "Are you really this crazy?"

"I guess I am. I mean, do you want me to make some calls? Explain that I was savoring my girl's pussy in the shower and then-"

"Okay!" Mila cries out.

She turns away from me and hurries out of the bathroom.

I replay what I just said in my head.

… savoring my girl's pussy…

… savoring… pussy…

… my girl's…

I can't believe I let those words slip from my mouth.

I decide to wrap a towel around my waist now.

I step out of the bathroom and Mila is at the couch.

"Get over here," she says to me. "I have a small medical kit. You do know everything I'm doing is all pre-med related, right? I am in no way qualified to do a thing here. If those stitches are really messed up and you don't stop bleeding in the next two minutes, you're going to a real doctor."

I smirk and walk over to the couch.

"Sit," she orders me.

I sit down on the couch.

She sits on the table.

"I should wear gloves," she says.

"I don't have any diseases. Plus, we already had sex. We've swapped enough fluids."

"Don't say swapped," she says.

I watch as her face turns very serious.

I can see the passion in her eyes. Not for me. But for the idea of something medical related. It's like she has a switch. It's very sexy.

She touches the towel on my face and I move my hand away.

Gently, she peels the towel back.

I notice how much blood is on the towel.

She places the towel next to her on the table.

"Okay, let me just dab the area…"

With her left hand, she reaches for a disinfectant wipe.

She moves smoothly. Clean.

When she touches my face, it burns like hell.

"Sorry," she whispers.

"No worries, honey."

I feel her cool breath as she blows on the wound.

"Well, the bleeding has slowed," she says. "It's not gushing now. I'm pretty sure the water hitting your face made it seem worse too. Now the stitches… well… I think they're all intact…"

She reaches for a fresh wipe and cleans the wound some more.

I swallow hard.

"Sorry, Jax. I have to get it as clean as possible to see…"

"Whatever you need to do, Mila. I'm fine. I'm just happy you don't have a pair of scissors in your hand."

She pauses and looks at me. "Really?"

"You know that was insane."

"I don't want to talk about that. Ever."

"I'm going to have no choice but to bring it up for the rest of our lives," I say.

What the fuck did I just say that for?

Did I just imply… the rest of our lives… together?

Hey, maybe we'll end up as good friends.

Like I am with Willow.

Then again the only reason I can be friends with Willow is because I don't want to fuck her. Which I still can't figure out why!

"Let's get you finished here," Mila says. "You definitely got lucky. In the grand scheme of it all. Stitches didn't tear. You just reopened the initial wound a little it looks like. So some medicine and a bandage."

"Thanks, Doctor."

"No. Don't say that. Don't jinx me."

"Sorry," I say.

A minute of silence later, Mila rubs her hands together.

"I think you're all set, Jax. That was a close one. Honestly." She looks me dead in the eyes. "Even if you wanted me to stitch you up, I don't have the necessary materials."

"Then I guess I got lucky."

"Very."

"Do you need to see an insurance card or something now?" I ask with a smile.

Mila stands up. "No."

Without speaking again, she bites her bottom lip.

A little voice in my head whispers… oh… fuck…

I touch her bare legs.

Throughout this entire ordeal, we're both in towels.

My hands climb up the back of her towel, up to her ass.

She touches my shoulders with her fingertips.

I bring my left hand around to the front of the towel.

I give it a little tug.

The knot keeping my eyes and mouth from Mila's naked body starts to give way.

This is Mila's last chance to stop this.

We both know she's not going to stop this.

I don't even have to worry about the cut on my face hurting.

Mila is officially my favorite painkiller ever.

And I can feel my addiction growing by the second.