Free Healing Pleasure by Tonya Ramagos Page B

his mind, and reached out to give Brit’s shoulder a hard shake.
    Lena gasped, her hand flying over her mouth as Brit’s balled fist caught Trey square across the jaw.
    Trey’s head jerked to one side from the force of the blow, but he didn’t step away. “Brit, come back, man. It’s over. You did what you could.”
    “We’ve got to get the fuck—”
    “You did what you could,” Trey repeated, his tone softening. Lena swore she saw his eyes glisten as he started repeating the words over and over until Brit’s eyes slowly cleared. “Welcome back, buddy.”
    It took several moments for Brit’s facial features to start to relax, for his breathing to return to normal, and his stiff posture to loosen. “You’re bleeding,” he muttered, his voice scratchy as if his shouts had made his throat hurt.
    Trey gingerly touched his forefinger and thumb to the sides of his jaw. “That’s the second time today you’ve cold cocked me.”
    “You shouldn’t have touched me.”
    Trey shot a pointed glance Lena’s way. “Better me than her.”
    Brit’s gaze snapped to her and a new horror filled his eyes. “Fuck.” The oath left him on a whisper laced with equal parts anger and embarrassment. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
    “Why?” Lena let her hands fall to her sides as she eased closer to the bed. “Are you afraid the sight of you naked is going to make me swoon?”
    She hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge the fact that he was indeed naked until now. In his thrashing, the sheet had fallen low until it barely covered his legs to his upper thighs, leaving everything else, his fully hard, magnificently long cock included, exposed. She knew the adrenaline and fear of the nightmare had caused his erection. She’d meant it as a joke, hoping it would lighten the intense tension blanketing the room, even if the sight of his cock had left her feeling lightheaded. The look of sheer vulnerability that moved though his eyes made a lump form in her throat.
    He fell back on the bed, covered his face with his hands, and growled. “It used to work on women before.”
    The swift wave of jealousy that rushed through her system surprised her. She didn’t want to know how often it had worked before. “Should I go get that ice pack now? You hit your knee pretty hard when you were—”
    “No. It hurts like hell right now, but I’ll live. Go back to bed.”
    She knew that was one command she should follow and she did, even if it wasn’t in the way he likely intended.
    He stiffened, his hand fell from his face, and his head jerked off the pillow beneath it as she crawled into bed next to him. “What are you doing?”
    It was a good question and one she didn’t stop to think about giving a true answer. “Going back to bed.” She settled on her side, drawing the sheet up to cover them both, and rested the weight of her upper body on one elbow. “Just like you told me to do.”
    His eyes flashed with something akin to anger. “I meant your bed.”
    Though her heart was suddenly pounding a million beats a second, she didn’t back down. “Yeah, see, there seems to be a problem with that. The bed in the room I where I was assigned is too hard.” She lay on her back and stretched languidly, allowing herself a soft moan. “Yours is so much softer.”
    He sat up, turned his upper body toward her, and leaned over her, bracing his weight on one hand on the mattress next to her shoulder. “Darlin’, I don’t know what the hell kind of game you’re playing, but now is not the time. My dick is harder than a rock, but I’d hurt you in ways you damn sure wouldn’t enjoy if I fucked you right now.”
    The look in his eyes as he stared down at her was intense, full of heat and restraint and an authority that brought the dark and dirty dream she’d been having back to the forefront of her mind. Wanting to touch him, needing to take away the pain that lingered behind the flames in his eyes, she dared to put her hands on his