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“It’s…it’s ok.” I whisper. “I was just surprised and a little embarrassed. No one has bathed me since I was a small child. I’m supposed to be the caregiver not the recipient.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Even in the condition you were in, I was hard as brick while I bathed you. I know that sounds unprofessional, but I couldn’t help how my body was responding to yours.” Hawk confesses.
Now my face is on fire. I have never had a man express himself to me so bluntly. The fact that it’s a Marine with a body to rival Adonis is even more overwhelming. I’m afraid I’m going to pass out if I don’t get my breathing under control. Sucking a deep breath in, I hold it for a moment. Huffing it out, I blurt out the first thoughts that come to my mind.
“You can’t say things like that to me when you are supposed to be taking me to get a bath. I won’t be able to think of anything else except your hard on while I’m in the bath.” My voice has risen almost to a squeak by the last sentence.
Hawk belly laughs. “It’s good to know you will be as uncomfortable during your bath as I will be.”
He proceeds to help me up, ignoring my protests. I can’t believe the pain in my chest as I move. The broken ribs obviously have not healed much. Hawk removes my IV fluids and flushes some saline through the line and clamps the lock on the remaining tube left in my arm. Supporting my weight, he leads me to the small bathroom. Without saying a word, he slides the boxer shorts down my legs. He taps my leg for me to step out of them. I can only follow his directions. I can’t speak or even think with him this close to me removing my clothes. He helps me to sit on the toilet and then turns his back.
“I’m sorry to not give you the privacy I’m sure you want, but I’m not taking a chance on you passing out again and hitting your pretty little head. It’s had enough damage to last a lifetime.” Hawk says. He reaches into the bathtub and turns the water on. “Bath or shower?” he inquires as he checks the water temperature with his hand.
“Shower.” I reply weakly.
It takes a minute for me to be able to pee with an audience, but once I’m done, he reaches for the hem of the t-shirt I’m wearing. “Arms up!” he commands. I comply and feel my nipples harden at the sudden draft that wafts over them in the cool room. “Stay.” He again commands. He is taking his clothes off! There is no air in this room. My breaths are shallow and rapid as I watch his clothes come off. I shouldn’t be looking, but I can’t tear my eyes away. His body is bulging with muscles. It’s even more magnificent than I had imagined in my dirty dreams.
His large pectoral muscles standout from his chest. They ripple with his every movement. He has an 8 pack of abs that beg to be touched and they lead down to a V that disappears into his underwear. His thigh muscles ripple as he removes his underwear. Trying not to stare at his dick, I am in awe at how magnificent he is. He is large in comparison to what I have had experience with. He notices me staring.
“I know this is awkward, but we would make a colossal mess if I kept my clothes on while giving you a shower.” Hawk explains as he lifts me up and sets me into the warm spray of the shower. I should protest that I can do it myself, but why would I do that?
Once I am steady on my feet, he steps in behind me. He pushes me back into the down pour of water to wet my hair. He turns me so my back is to him and he begins to lather my hair with shampoo. It feels so good to have someone wash my hair. My body is reacting to the intimate act violently. I begin trembling and I’m not sure how much longer I will be able to stand. Placing my hands on the side of the shower to steady myself, I feel him move closer to me. He puts his arm around me and holds me next to his body as he gently soaps me from head to toe. Once he has rinsed my body and hair, he quickly washes himself and his hair. He reaches behind me to turn off the water. Then he grabs a towel and begins to dry me off then himself. He picks me up as I begin to falter and steps out of the tub. Sitting me on the toilet while he places a clean t-shirt over my head and slips some clean boxer shorts on me.
“Are you alright?” he asks concerned. I just nod. I don’t have it in me to speak. I can’t believe how tired I am from just taking a shower and I didn’t even do anything.
“I’ll be right back I just need to get my clothes on.” He states as he steps out into the bedroom.
I sit there in shock at what has just taken place. No one has ever done anything like that for me before. He was gentle and never touched me in a sexual way, but I have never been more aroused in all my life. My nipples are peaked, and I have already moistened the boxers he placed on me. I am trembling with want and a fluttering in my lower stomach is slowly falling to my sex.
He is back then and sweeps me into his arms gently being mindful of my ribs and carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently and covers my shaking body with the cover. He must think I’m cold from the bath, so I’m not going to tell him any different. He places a hand on my forehead with a concerned frown on his face.
“You don’t feel like you have a fever. It’s too warm in here for you to be cold.” He states. I don’t reply. I just snuggle down into the cover and close my eyes. I’m so weak. The shower has completely depleted my strength. He climbs in the other side of the bed and wraps me in his warmth to still my chills. In moments I am asleep and dreaming of the shower all over again.
Chapter 6
Hawk
“Havewe gotten any more intel on the gun runners?” I ask the group of men sitting around Charlotte’s room.
“From what we have gathered, the guys we are after have moved out of the area. The place we attempted to raid the other day when we found Charlotte is one of their hideouts, but those men that were holding her are not part of their crew. They were apparently squatting on their property.” Wolf, head of the SEAL team informs me.
“How’s she doing? Will she be able to travel soon?” Mozart inquires. “We will need to be ready to move once we get word on their location. However, we don’t need to risk her life. We can regroup and even have another team come in to take over if we need to extract her out of here.”
“She’s doing fucking amazing considering her injuries. I know those ribs have to hurt like hell, but she never made a sound when I got her up and made her take a shower.” I inform the group. I feel proud of the woman and her strength. “I’m not sure about travel just yet. She was so exhausted from the shower she fell asleep immediately upon hitting the pillow.” A chorus of chuckles sounds around the room.
Sitting on the bed next to her I can’t keep from running my fingers through her soft hair. Deadeye is sitting in the chair next to her bed while the rest of the men from both teams take up chairs around the room. Charlotte’s eyes flutter open and begin to dance around the room, flitting from one alpha male to the next. All of the men on these teams are large, muscle bound men. They are dressed in camo and have weapons strapped to their bodies. They are always alert and ready for anything. It’s comforting to know they will help me keep her safe.
“Good afternoon, love. Are you ready to try and eat again?” I question her as all eyes in the room turn to look at her. She looks overwhelmed at all the testosterone radiating around the room. She tries to sit up while keeping the cover over her chest. She is still very weak, so I assist her into a comfortable position on the bed. The t-shirt I put on her is thin and snug over her breasts. We had cut her bra off when we brought her here, so the shirt is almost obscene. I don’t want anyone else looking at her.
“Yeah, I’ll try.” She says looking around at all the men in the room.
“I will get something warmed up.” Dude a brown headed man from the SEAL team says. He is near the door and heads out it in a flash.
“We are glad you are awake and seem to be feeling better.” Wolf tells her. His concern for her is easy to see. Again, I am thankful to have not only my team, but his as well to help me keep her safe.
“Let me make some introductions.” I tell her. “That’s Deadeye sitting there next to you. The blonde knuckle head behind him is, Straw. Next to him is Mercury, Wallace, Tank, and Ace. Behind them are Virus, Worm, and Hack. We are Marines Special Ops also known as Raiders. The SEAL team is sitting at the foot of the bed. The older guy that just spoke to you is Wolf. He’s their leader. Next to him is Mozart, Abe, Cookie, and Benny. The guy walking in with your food is Dude.”
Charlotte quietly surveys the room. Is she uncomfortable with all these men around her? After what she has been through, it might make her afraid. Dude walks up to her and places the tray on her lap. He makes sure everything is open and ready for her to eat. A glass of water is on the tray as well. Charlotte reaches out for it. Her hand trembles violently as she tries to bring it to her lips. I grab the glass from her hand before she can spill it. Lifting the cup to her lips she takes a small sip. All eyes in the room are watching us as I feed her. She looks like she wants to just disappear. She looks up at Dude and whispers her thanks for the food.
