Sneak peek--Chapter 4

“Maybe you should keep it submerged.” Grady suggested when I lifted my battered hand from the ice filled water yet again. It was quite possibly doing its job but it was still painful as hell.

“You try sticking your hand in a jar of freezing water and then you come tell me what I need to do.” I muttered; grumpy from the pain and uncomfortable from the sweat and dirt still caked to my skin .

I hadn’t had much time to do anything since we’d come back. Marcus had simply filled the jar of ice and water, handed it to me and told me to stick my hand in. Then he’d left and twenty minutes later he still wasn’t back and the swelling still hadn’t gone down.

“Do you want me to take you to the doctor?” Grady asked again, coming to crunch down in front of me. I shook my head and his eyes travelled to my hand.

I held it up before me like it wasn’t my own; inspecting the damage. It was starting to develop dark patches where the bruises were more prominent. I tried to flex my fingers but I felt a shot of pain and stopped. There was a shallow gash in the middle of my palm; I probably cut it on a rock or something.

Now that the hand was above water, the numbness was wearing off and it began to throb painfully. I stuck it back in the jar with an annoyed sigh.

“Where’s Marcus?”

Grady shrugged.

“Somewhere with Thomas. Do you want me to call him?”

I shook my head. “I need to shower. Help me take these off.” I told him then, pulling my hand from the jar and lifting it gingerly.

Grady stood and his hands went immediately to my shirt tail. I lifted my arms slightly, allowing him to pull the filthy thing over my head then drop it to the floor without jarring my injury too much. Who would have thought a trampled appendage would hurt so damn much.

“Jesus Rivers.” He gasped when he spotted the bruises covering my torso. I winced when he reached out to trail his fingers over a particularly large bruise.

“Those much hurt like a bitch… Do you want me to get you some painkillers or something?” his brows were furrowed in concern; completely unGrady-like and I shook my head.

“I just wanna get clean and go to bed sweetie. Get my pants.” and without hesitation he was unsnapping my jeans and helping me out of it.

There went my awesome first day of Pack Fest.

Ugh…

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~Marcus’ POV~

“He says he’s fine but I think he’s still in shock.” I explained to Adrian, the phone trapped between my ear and shoulder as I juggled the bags of food.

“You sure you don’t want us to come out there?”

“No need. In a day or two he’ll put it all behind him and be ready to jump right back into it. You know how he gets.”

Adrian chuckled on the other end “Alright them, tell him I’ll call later.”

“Will do.” I said, pushing the hotel room door open with my foot. I managed to grab hold of my mobile before it could fall to the floor, then looked up to see Grady pulling down my lover’s pants.

                                     AUTHOR'S NOTES

THOUGHT I'D GIVE YALL ALITTLE SOMETHING SINCE I GOTTA STUDY...HOPEFULLY I'LL GET THE FULL CHAPTER UP SOON.

-DoUbLe.A

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