Chapter 42

Chapter 42
Willa

As soon as Lan leaves I narrow my eyes on Maxim. “What was that all about?” 

He doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, he lays out different bandages and supplies on the counter. 

“Maxim.” The tone of my voice finally makes him look at me.

He blows out a breath and turns fully to me. I let out a sound of surprise when he grabs me by my hips and sets me on the counter too. 

“He was being an ass. That’s all. Now let me clean this up so I can have my way with you in that giant shower.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. 

“Fix me up doc.” I lift my arm for him to get a better look at it and wait. 

His mouth quirks up in the corner before he gets to work cleaning my wound.

I flinch and tense up a few times but otherwise try to stay as still as possible. He finishes his work off with a waterproof bandage and throws everything else away.

“Done.” He gives me a proud smile that makes me laugh. “Nice work husband. Now how about that shower? I’d love to get all this blood off me.”

There is a second where his brows furrow and his smile falters. When he looks at me and sees how messy I am, it’s not disgust I’m getting. He’s worried about me, and I’m sure so are the others. I’ll have to take some time and reassure them all that I'm fine, but tonight is about me and Maxim. 

I shift myself to climb off the counter but he grabs me by the waist and sets me gently on my feet. Then his hands slide down my hips and slip under the hem of my panties. The fabric slides down and hits the floor leaving me completely exposed to my new husband. My face grows hot and the urge to cover up myself is strong. Half of these guys have seen me naked before and yet I still feel slight embarrassment when I’m this exposed. 

“You are a goddess Willa. This…is war paint and it is proof of how hard you fought today not only for yourself but for us. We have vowed to protect you and we almost broke that today. We should have protected you better. It won’t happen again.” He says. 

“You guys didn’t fail me. How were you supposed to know what was going to happen? Someone sold us out. That’s not your fault. Bet it was that officiant.” I grumble at that last part but it has Maxim on his feet instantly. 

“Why do you say that?” He asks. 

I cross my arms over my chest because this just turned a bit more serious and I feel too exposed for this conversation. 

“I mean the guy looked spooked. Which I assumed was because you threatened him with bodily harm to be there.” He nods. “But it seemed like way more than that. He was looking around him a lot and just seemed shifty. I don’t know if it's a woman’s intuition or something. My mom says we have a more empathic nature so we pick up on small body cues.” 
Maxim makes a sound of considering my words and slides his phone out of his pocket. I watch him send a quick text and set it on the counter.

“I’ll have Lan look into it. Now, let's get in this shower so I can fuck you.” 

I choke at his words but he starts to strip down to nothing and all thoughts leave my head. He’s well-built like Lan. Slim and muscular. It's as if a rope tugs me toward him and I reach out to run my hands over his chest. He’s a work of art and I want to feel it all. 

“You’re beautiful,” I say without thinking.

He chuckles and I can feel the vibration of it run through his chest. It’s deep and sultry and for some reason, that sound is turning me on so much. How is it possible for me to feel like this when I'm injured and after the disaster of today? Maybe I need this so that I don’t have to think anymore about what happened and just enjoy something. 

I slide my hand down his chest and along each ridge of his abs until I reach the hardness between his legs that looks more than ready to be inside me, but when I wrap my hand around it he stops me.

“Get in the shower first. I’m going to clean you up and then you can have this all you want.” 

I’ll be honest…I’m pouting.

His hand slides into mine and he leads me into the shower. I step under the spray of water and my whole body immediately relaxes. The warmth of the water slowly washes away any sign of what happened. It also triggers some of the fear and anxiety that I hadn’t let myself feel and suddenly my legs start to shake and my breathing quickens. My eyes sting again and I squeeze them shut so that they don’t fall. Strong arms wrap around me and I drop my head back to rest on Maxim’s chest. He feels so much bigger like this as if he’s surrounding me with his presence. 

I let out a shaky breath and take it in. The feel of him. He’s hard but he’s not pushing me to do anything yet. He runs his hand along the skin of my stomach but doesn’t venture any lower. It’s like he’s giving me a moment to feel everything and accept the strength he’s offering. Being strong is one thing, but sometimes being strong makes you tired. Sometimes you have to let all that go and let yourself be vulnerable, and this is my moment. 

He steps away for a second but I stay where I am and let the water continue running down my skin. I’m finally starting to feel better. Then Maxim’s fingers slide into my hair and he starts to message a sweet-smelling shampoo through the strands. A moan slips from my lips as he continues his work and my hunger for him is sparked all over again. 

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Helping you get clean.” He says with a little snark in his voice.

I laugh a little. “You don’t have to do all this.” 

His fingers continue their work and I give up protesting. It feels too good. When his fingers fall away I immediately miss them, but I take it upon myself to rinse out the shampoo. It doesn’t take long for him to come back but this time he presses himself against me and slides my hair to one side of my neck. One of his hands rests on my hip while the other slides down the side of my neck and over my shoulder. 
“Let me take care of you, wife.” He whispers in my ear and my eyes fall shut. 

“Okay,” I say giving in. 

His hand roams over me and when I glance down I see suds of soap traveling down my body. I swallow when both his hands travel further down and linger above where I really want his hands. He doesn’t move further down though. Instead, he moves up again but this time he covers my breasts with his large hands and messages them gently. 

This is torture. 

“Maxim I swear if you don’t touch me I’m going to walk out of this room and find someone else,” I growl at him in frustration.

I’m wired around so fast that I nearly slip and I gasp when my back hits something cold and hard. I blink and look at Maxim and see a fire in his eyes. 

“Like fuck you will. You’re mine tonight baby.” And he slams his lips on mine.