Her Soldier (That Girl #3) Read Online Free

concentration is elsewhere.
    “I’ll wait right here.” Beau leans up against the white doorjamb, which leads into a tiny bathroom.
    Taking my first step from him, I shriek in pain. Without his grip on my right side I can’t take another step. Frozen, I can’t even bear to cry or scream again. I simply want to die, seeing no light at the end of the tunnel. I can’t seem to do anything for myself and want life to end.
    Hands grab me again; Beau is on my right side, and without question leads me straight to the toilet. In one swift motion he faces me to him, guiding me until the back of my legs are pressed against the chilled porcelain. I feel his hands slowly drag down my pants while his deep brown eyes stay magnetized on mine. Silent tears tumble down my cheeks. I have no words. He never breaks eye contact with me while he pulls down my panties and gently eases me down into a sitting position. Once I’m settled on the toilet, he backs up again, never changing his very serious facial expression.
    I hear his body fall back against the doorjamb and know he’s waiting for me with the door wide open. Moments pass by while I try to digest the whole scene. I can’t even walk, let alone get to the bathroom by myself. My brain reels from what Beau just did for me without question. I force my bladder to release, but nothing happens, and then once again I’m distracted by my thoughts.
    “Beau, could you please shut the door?”
    I watch as his very masculine tanned arm reaches around the corner and shuts the door.
    “Thank you.” My voices cracks in an odd way, and I feel silly when the words leave my mouth.
    Different parts of my body begin to wake up as I focus on peeing. My head begins with a steady throb, sharp pains gyrate through my right side with each breath I take, and my legs begin to shake. The shaking slowly creeps up into my torso. I feel chilled, trying to calm my trembling body.
    “I can’t pee.”
    Yet again I feel foolish telling Beau this information, but my need to get back to his couch is greater than anything else. The door opens, but this time he doesn’t make eye contact. Rather, he walks with his back to me to the sink and turns on the water. In the next moment he is bent over the bathtub turning on that faucet.
    “It’s an old trick my grams taught me. Just listen to the water.”
    Beau doesn’t leave the room this time. He stands there with his back to me. The sound of the running water is powerful and also very loud, causing my bladder to finally cooperate with me. And even though Beau is standing mere feet away, I finally pee and it’s the best feeling I’ve had in hours. Flushing the toilet, I try to stand again.
    “Done?” he asks with his back still toward me.
    “Yes, but I can do it this time.”
    “I don’t think so.” Beau faces me again, staring me down with those eyes. “Don’t fight me on this. You’re in too much pain.”
    Again he reaches down, finding the hem of my pants and pulling them up. A slight smile spreads across his face.
    “Oops, panties first.”
    I let out a little giggle as he reaches back down, placing my panties in the perfect position and then readjusting my pants.
    “Whose are these, anyway?”
    “Mine. I didn’t know what else to put you in.”
    And as if seeing the question all over my face he immediately answers it.
    “I brought them to the hospital, and the nurse helped you get into them.”
    A sigh of relief fills the tiny room along with a slight moan of pain.
    “Thank God, but I don’t even remember getting here, Beau.”
    “You’re on lot of pain pills.”
    Beau once again maneuvers me, gliding me over to the sink.
    “You don’t have to look in the mirror.” Beau’s strong hands brush all my hair to one side of my neck. “Just wash your hands. I see past the bruising and swelling. Jenni, you’re a beautiful woman.”
    I do as I’m told, not ready to look into a mirror yet.
    “Why are you doing this?”
    “Well, I’d like to