Guarded by Them by Marissa Farrar

Author:Marissa Farrar [Farrar, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dark romance, RH romance, Reverse Harem, RH
Goodreads: 48400656
Publisher: Warwick House Press
Published: 2019-11-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Rue

WE NEEDED TO GET OUT of here, but first we needed to patch up Dillon’s leg. We couldn’t have him sitting in the car, bleeding everywhere. Even though the bullet had only nicked him, it was still enough blood loss to make him ill if we didn’t get it to stop.

“Have you got a first aid box?” I asked Timmo.

I wasn’t sure what to make of the man. He’d put us in this position, but had he done it intentionally? My gut told me no. He’d been armed as well, and he could easily have held us at gunpoint, or conspired to let those other men into the cabin while we were sleeping, but he hadn’t. I was relieved Kodee hadn’t shot him.

“Sure. I’ll get it.”

“I’m coming,” Kodee said, clearly not wanting to leave him alone.

Timmo twisted his lips but nodded. He went into the main bathroom and checked the medicine cabinet and produced a small green plastic box with a red cross on the front.

Dillon was sitting on the couch, his leg elevated.

“You’re going to have to take down the pants,” I said.

“Now isn’t really the time, Rue,” he teased, though his expression was pinched with pain.

“Just take them off.”

He undid the button and zipper and lifted his butt up enough to wrestle them down on one side, exposing the injured thigh. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I did my best not to get distracted by the sight of his cock peeping at me from beneath the jeans.

A spatter of dark hairs and the bright red smears of fresh blood stood out against the pale skin of his thigh. The bullet had taken a chunk of flesh out of him, but it didn’t look as though it had entered his body. I assumed, if we were to search, we’d find the bullet lodged into the cabin wall where we’d been standing.

I tore open one of the antiseptic wipes. “This is going to sting.”

I was still shaking and lightheaded from the adrenaline after being shot at, and my hands trembled. But it wasn’t as though I was putting stitches in, so I guessed it didn’t matter.

He nodded and turned his face so he didn’t have to look. I smiled inwardly at that. Dillon might act tough, but it seemed he wasn’t too keen on the sight of his own blood.

Working quickly, aware of time running out, I wiped the wound clean. I applied gauze, packed it with cotton wool, then wrapped a bandage around his upper thigh. The back of my hand brushed his balls, and his dick jerked. Even after he’d been shot, it seemed Dillon still had the capacity to think about sex.

“Easy, tiger,” he smirked, though he was pale, “time and place.”

I resisted the urge to slap him, though it would only have been playful.

“You know,” he added thoughtfully, “you’re good at that.”

I assumed he was talking about me cleaning up the gunshot wound rather than me touching his balls. “When I was younger, I spent a lot of time patching up my mother when she came home drunk and injured.

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