Page 21 of Iron Hearts

“You good?” he asked.

“I’ve never showered with anybody,” I said. “It’s weird.”

He grinned. “Well hurry the fuck up and get out so it’ll be less weird,” he said, and he fought not to laugh.

“Can you even see it?” I asked.

“My dick?” he asked, and I snorted, shaking my head and closing my eyes.

“Thecut,” I said.

“Eh, I’ll manage,” he said.

“Well,I’mnot looking at your dick, I promise,” I said and dropped my eyes down a well-formed chest across a nice flat stomach with just a hint of abs and to the narrow bleeding slash mark across his stomach.

“Shit, I can’t be sure, but thismightneed stitches.”

Okay, I looked at his dick, but mercifully, he was sorta being a gentleman, and he wasn’t hard. Still, even flaccid, he had a nice-looking peen as far as peens went… at least, I thought so anyway.

God, Rarity!I thought to myself and continued chastising my stupid brain even as my pussy gave a throb.

Thank fuck you couldn’t really tell when a woman was hot – not like a guy. His cock jumped, and so did I. He fought not to laugh.

“Made you look,” he said, and I looked up at him as he flexed his stomach or did whatever he did to make it jump the first time, except blood spilled when he did it this time.

“Ha, ha, very funny, but whatever you’re doing,stop it. You’re making yourself bleed more.”

“Noted,” he said, and I slid out of his way so he could get under the shower spray. He hissed between gritted teeth, and the water swirled with pink at his feet.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said. He turned his head, cracking an eye, and looked at me.

“Got a clean washcloth?” he asked.

I slid open the shower door on its runners, just a crack, and pulled one off the bar outside the door, holding it out to him.

“I’m going to clean this with soap and water, rinse it real good. I’m going to need you to hold on to that. When I’m done, hand it to me so I can hold pressure. Got a first-aid kit in here?”

“Yeah, under the bathroom sink,” I said.

“You done?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, and he nodded once.

“Get it out for me after you dry off.”

I slipped out of the shower, careful to keep quiet, and pulled a fresh towel off the bar, drying off briskly and thinking,whelp, he’s already seen it all,before wrapping my hair up.

“I’m going to get dressed,” I said, and before he could say anything, I ducked into my bedroom.

I pulled a clean pair of undies from my top drawer and pulled them up my legs, then picked up my leggings off the floor from the night before. I dropped onto the edge of my bed, pulled those on, and was just sliding my sweatshirt with the neckline cut out over my head when there was knocking at the front door.

I went into the bathroom, and he shut off the tap at my signal after one final swipe of his shoulder through the spray to rinse the soap he had on him off.

“Just a minute!” my mom called on the other side of my bathroom door before I heard the front door open.

“Rarity!” she immediately called.

I called back, “Two seconds! Let me get dressed!” I thrust a towel at the biker and pushed him into my room, quietly closing the door behind him, then counted slowly from one to twenty before opening my bathroom door and stepping out.

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