Chapter 100: Monroe
The next time he woke up, the world was a little clearer and his pain had ebbed slightly. His stomach growled loudly and Angel's hand traveled down to where the grumble came from.
"Do not stop there."
Her hand snatched away and she sat up. Her eyes were so incredibly large and the tear that slipped down wasn't unexpected.
"No tears." He reached up and slid his finger over the wet streak.
"You're in no position to stop me."
"Ahh, you have become the bratty sub Zachery tells me about."
"When you're better, I fear you will be seeing an even brattier sub. I can't lose you again and I may need to beat you to prove my point."
"Come here." He reached out.
"I don't wish to hurt you."
"Never."
He pulled her into his chest, feeling a twinge where the bullet struck his abdomen, but the pain was a small price to pay for having her in his arms. Dipping his head, he inhaled her scent.
Zachery rolled and leaned over Angel's shoulder. "I'll hold you still while she beats you."
Angel's laughter rumbled against Monroe's chest.
"I believe our next session with the rope will be rather interesting."
"We'll tie you up if we must." Angel's words preceded several small kisses.
"Humph."
He knew they both laughed because it was not a sound he usually made, but he did not care. Having them beside him was what he dreamed about while sludging through river water and then crossing the hot, barren desert. He had not made the pickup point in time and worried, if caught by the Mexican authorities, he would not be home for weeks or even months. Getting home was the only goal in his pain-racked mind. Stephens would patch him up, Marguerite would cook his favorite foods, and Angel would soothe his soul.
Then there was Zachery's kiss.
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Angel
A short time later, Marguerite brought scrambled eggs and toast. Master ate each bite like it was the last food on earth. He required assistance to the bathroom and then grumbled loud and long that he couldn't take a shower or bath. His growls didn't faze Stephens in the least. Angel barely contained her laugher when the stodgy man offered Master a bed bath. Stephens left the room before Master could get creative in his word usage. She couldn't hide her smile and actually burst out laughing when Stephens winked at her on his way out.
They were seeing a side of Master that she would swear didn't exist. The man was completely unflappable at all times. But, here he was in need of care, and he became a typical man, which equated to a horrible patient.
She gave him a bed bath with Zachery threatening to hold Master down if he didn't behave. The god of rope shot daggers from his eyes while Angel cleaned him from toes to ears. Marguerite provided oatmeal, an old family remedy, that she said removed oil from dirty hair. Angel couldn't help breaking into a fit of giggles at the look on Master's face.
He grabbed a large chunk of her hair and brought her slowly toward him.
"You will pay for that at a later time. I will bind you for so long you'll beg me for a bowl to pee in."
Her giggles turned to full laughter.
After the bath, Monroe looked exhausted and soon fell asleep. She took her own shower and then ran downstairs and ate a huge lunch. For the first time in two months, she was starving. Sir joined her and then went to take a nap of his own. She'd decide later if she wanted to bring up the fact that he drugged her. She was just too happy for that discussion at the moment.
Angel went back upstairs and looked at the covers Master kicked off. She used just the sheet and covered him before lying down just to be near him.
An hour later, he smoothed hair from her face and gave her a sleepy grin when she opened her eyes.
She frowned. "I'm married to two men." She watched his smile grow. "I believe the laws of this country deem it illegal."
"You married him?" he asked without regret or anger.
"I tried." She made sure the angst she felt sounded clearly in her voice. "There's the simple fact that even though I didn't know it, I'm married to you."
He ignored her chiding. "Your protection came first and the document will disappear from the records exactly as it appeared." His smile became playful. "Did you need to hit him over the head or did he realize he needed you like he needs air to breathe?"
She looked deep into his liquid brown eyes. "We need you to breathe. Please don't leave us again." She pressed further into his warmth, snuggling against his shoulder.
The tender kiss against the top of her head caused her insides to melt.
"We must discuss something important, but sleep seems to come upon me even when I fight it."
She didn't lift her head. "If you fall asleep, I will remind you where you left off when you wake."
He gave a slight tug to her hair. "Minx."
She felt his long, slow inhale and then the release of air just as slowly. Her body tensed slightly because he seemed nervous. His fingers trailed across her arm and shoulder, making small circles on her skin and sending shivers straight to her pussy.
"I love you." He finally breathed.
Silence.
Angel looked into his eyes and waited.
"I love Zachery, too." He finally whispered.
She smiled, but it was tinged with worry, and he ran his fingers over her lips before tapping her nose.
He pulled in another deep breath. "When you came here, I introduced you to a world far different than the one you were born into. Even in this country many believe it depraved to live the relationship we have. I have never cared what people think, but Zachery does. He has never been comfortable with all aspects of our union." He hesitated again. "I have hidden my feelings for Zachery for a long time. But now, he has given me reason to believe that I may no longer need to."
Master looked away. It was Angel's turn to find courage. She took his chin between her fingers and turned his face so he looked at her. She saw surprise, but also fear. "You did not hide your feelings well."
His head sank back against the pillow and he gave a very un-Master sigh. "Can you accept a physical relationship between Zachery and I?"
Her heart ached for the insecurities he felt. He'd given her everything and required nothing in return. Her needs were always first. His love for Zachery began long before she entered their lives.
She kissed his chest and whispered, "Will you love me less?" She already knew his answer and continued with the small healing touch of her lips.
"Never."
"My only wish is to please you, Master, and to see your love returned. I also love Sir. He is worthy of both our hearts. There is friction in the bond the three of us share and that must heal for us to grow."
"You are very wise, my love."
"I have a wise teacher."
"I love you." He tightened his arm around her shoulder. "I am sorry for what you have endured during the past weeks. Thoughts of you and Zachery kept me alive."
She wouldn't forgive him easily. "Sir suffered greatly."
"And you... did you suffer?"
She smiled against his skin and kissed a spot before resting her head down again. "I ceased to breathe."
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