Chapter 59

I ignored the strain to my knee and now I'm paying the price. A pain pill will help, along with some TLC from Marguerite. The last thing I want is Angel's hands anywhere near my body. It's bad enough that her delicious scent, which is saturated in the bedding, drifts up to my nose. I turn my head and inhale. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan moves through the gauze over the bed and hits the dampness, helping me control the swelling in my cock. It's nothing Marguerite hasn't seen before, but I don't need her condescending attitude right now.

My mind drifts back to rescuing Angel from the dark smell of death in that basement. I remember her embarrassment and worry about contaminating me with her soiled body. Her overall bravery sticks in my head and God, the lack of weight in my arms when I lifted her. All the horror she survived is only a memory to me. She lived through each and every detail.

I sit up, remove my pants, and quickly reme