Free Wild Angels: A Biker Erotic Romance by Ellen Graves Page A

rolled onto his back and gasped before he held his hand to his ribs.
     
    “Please, just let me get you inside.”
     
    The man made a grumbling noise and somehow managed to heave himself from the ground, to lean against a wooden beam attached to the jungle gym. He nearly fell down again, so Zoe slid one arm around his back and gently urged him across the garden.
     
    Terrence was still whining and didn’t stop until she had managed to get the large man inside and sitting on her sofa. The man slumped on the sofa and Zoe wasn’t sure what to do now. She should check for injuries but she couldn’t see past the dirt and dried blood on his face.
     
    Clean him up. That’s what she was going to do first. She took her jacket and slippers off before filling a bowl with soap and warm water. That would be enough to get the dirt off him and if she found any cuts she would deal with them later.
     
    She dipped a washcloth in the water and dabbed his cheek, jumping in surprise when his hand flew out and grabbed her wrist.
     
    “Don’t bother. There is no point.” Zoe’s heart broke at the sound of defeat in the man’s voice. She knew she should call the police or at least an ambulance, but there was something about the man that told her that he wouldn’t appreciate it.
     
    “Just let me get you cleaned up. What’s your name?” Zoe wanted to get the man talking. She wanted to know what had happened that he had ended up in her backyard, beaten and nearing death.
     
    “Mason.”
     
    “I’m Zoe.”
     
    Zoe realised that she should really get the man out of his clothes. His black leather jacket, blue jeans and white shirt were soaked with dirt, blood and rainwater. It had been raining pretty badly last night and she wasn’t sure how long he had been out there.
     
    “Can you get into the bathroom?”
     
    “Why?”
     
    “I need to get you cleaned up and out of these clothes.”
     
    “Maybe you should get out of your clothes too.” Zoe saw a flicker of a smile on Mason’s face and smiled. At least he was smiling, that had to be a good sign. Zoe placed the bowl on the table and held her hand out to Mason.
     
    “Come on, you need to get warmed up.” Zoe wiggled her fingers as Mason just stared at her. He groaned as he lifted his arm and placed his hand in hers. She supported him as best as she could but he was nearly a foot taller than she was and was built like a house. Mason sat on the toilet as Zoe ran the shower for him.
     
    “I need to get your clothes off. You could be suffering from hypothermia.”
     
    “It’s fine.” Mason shrugged and winced in pain as he did it.
     
    “It’s not fine. You could die if you don’t warm up.”
     
    “It’s fine.”
     
    “Mason, just get out of the damn clothes and in the shower. I will not have a dead man in my home!” Zoe yelled to get through to him. She saw one side of his lips kick up in a half smile and a small chuckle slipped out of his lips.
     
    “Whatever you say, doll.” Mason knocked the jacket off his shoulders with his good hand and stood up. The white shirt was wet and was nearly see-through. Zoe saw a small cut below his ribs and noticed the way he was holding his left hand.
     
    She suspected that something might be broken when he winced as she moved his hand out of the way so she could get his shirt off.
     
    “I’m going to have to cut it off. It’s the only way to do it without causing you pain.” When Mason didn’t reply she took the scissors from the cabinet on the wall and sliced down both sides of his shirt before tugging it away as gently as she could.
     
    “Do you think you could get your jeans off? I think I have something you could wear.”
     
    “I can do it from here.”
     
    Zoe waited a few minutes before leaving the room to make sure that he didn’t fall over or pass out. When she was convinced that that he would be fine she headed to the spare room and pulled a pair of her ex-husband John’s old boxers and jogging