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She made a sound. “It’s there. I can tell from your face.”
He nodded. “I need to cut it out.”
“Do it.”
“I don’t have any anesthetic. It’ll hurt.”
Her chin lifted. “I don’t care. I just want it out.”
He gripped her hips, then lifted her onto the vanity. He pulled out the first aid kit. Inside, he found a scalpel and some antiseptic wipes. He disinfected the blade, then swiped a fresh wipe over her hip. He lifted the knife. Beside him, Atlas growled.
“I know, boy. I don’t want to hurt her.”
Gemma touched the side of Boone’s head. “But you need to, so you can keep me safe.” Her other hand reached down and gripped Atlas at the back of his neck. “Do it.”
“Baby, I don’t want you in pain.” He felt like his chest was filled with bricks.
She leaned forward and kissed him. “I need you, Boone. Get that thing out of me.”
Nodding, he gritted his teeth. Then he pressed the scalpel to her skin and started to cut.
She hissed. He kept cutting, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Atlas made an unhappy sound.
It felt like an eternity, but finally, the cut was wide enough. Boone set the bloody scalpel down in the sink, and picked up some tweezers, quickly giving them a wipe, as well. Bracing himself, he dug into the wound.
She made a low sound.
“Almost there, baby.”
She nodded. “I’m okay. Keep going.”
Damn, she was trying to reassure him. Finally, he clasped the tracker and pulled it out. “It’s done.”
He dropped the tiny cylinder into the sink, and it clinked against the porcelain. Then he rammed his fist down on the tracker. It crunched.
Breathing heavily, Gemma sagged. “Thank you.”
He grabbed some gauze and dabbed her cut to wipe up the blood. Next, he pulled out antiseptic cream, medical glue, and a bandage from the first aid kit. He’d made the cut as small as he possibly could to keep the wound minimal. He cleaned it up, glued it shut, and carefully bandaged it.
Then he turned and hauled her into his arms, then dropped to his knees on the floor, rocking a little.
“I’m okay now.” She clung to him. “Thank you.”
He held her tightly.
Atlas added his weight, leaning into them.
Gemma gave a watery laugh. “You Hendrix men sure know how to take care of a girl.”
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
“Gemma, fuck, don’t stop.”
She lifted her hips, her hands planted on Boone’s chest. Then she rocked down, taking his cock deep inside her.
She moaned. She felt her orgasm building—big, a little scary, threatening to tear her apart.
“Get there, Gemma.”
