ask for more, but that Parker pride reared its ugly head. She smiled instead.
“I’ll be right back, Hellcat.” He adjusted his roaring erection, making her mouth water, and walked with a slight limp into the bathroom. She was jealous of his hands, wanted to be the one to bring him to orgasm, watch his face, swallow his cries of release.
As reality slowly sunk in, she noted she lay in a rather large wet spot, with no way of calling the nurse and explaining what happened. She sucked in her lips and bit down, trying desperately to hold in a laugh. She could see how that would go over, and finally gave in to a fit of giggles.
Moments later, Houston returned, walking normally, the tension gone. He winked when he caught her gaze.
“One day, Katie, we’re going to talk. Not right now, maybe not for a few days, but we have to have a conversation.” He stood next to her bed, towering, hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, eyes telling her there was no arguing.
“I think you might be right.” She gave him a nod.
He sat down, picked up the Clancy novel, and resumed reading.
*
She woke to the sounds of rubber soles against the tiled floor, finding Houston asleep in the recliner, the sun streaming through the curtains, and a nurse going over the paperwork. She looked up, and smiled.
“Ready to go home? We’re doing the paperwork now. Is Houston taking you home?” she spoke in a whisper, throwing a gentle smile at the sleeping hulk of a man in the recliner.
“Yes, we just have to pack all this crap up.” Katie looked around the room, noting Houston had everything in neat little piles, and two boxes ready to go.
“You’re lucky. A man like that is hard to find.” The nurse put the paperwork down, patted her leg and left.
The sensation was weird, after weeks of a cast. She wore a boot on her right leg, but her left was still in a fiberglass cast. She had crutches, but tried to use the cane most of the time. Her bruises were gone, leaving only scars. She’d avoided mirrors, knowing it was vanity. But Houston didn’t seem to mind them, and if last night was any indication, it had no effect whatsoever on his attraction to her. The thought brought comfort.
“Houston. Come on, hon, we need to get ready to go,” she spoke in a low tone, not wanting to startle him.
His eyes opened, fluttering a few times, before popping open and he looked around, as if trying to get his bearings.
“The nurse was just in here, said they’re doing the paperwork. I need to get dressed,” she pushed to a sitting position.
He stood, stretched, and she barely held in the gasp as his t-shirt lifted to give a glimpse of his six pack abs, and that little “V” leading into the worn jeans. Her tongue tingled in desperation to run over the entire area, taste him. She swallowed, blinking to return to reality. They had a lot to do, her fantasies would have to wait.
He pushed a little button, flipping down the guard, and leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Give me a few, I’ll get everything together, and get you cleaned up.” He grabbed the shaving kit from the little bedside table and went into the bathroom.
Katie wanted a shower. A nice long hot one. But it would be another sponge bath and dry shampoo. At most, she’d get to take a bath at home. She maneuvered until her legs dangled off the bed, feeling the weakness in her muscles. She definitely needed the help. The internal battle started, between asking for help, and doing it even if it meant hurting herself.
Sighing, she stayed in place, waiting for Houston. Common sense didn’t always win, and she’d fallen several times over the past few weeks. Rubbing her forehead, it’d been pure stubbornness. She wasn’t up for lectures, or more injuries that might cause her to have a longer stay.
Houston returned, frowning at her, even narrowing his eyes for a split second, before glancing around the room, and nodding once. “Carry or walk?”
“I need to
“I’ll be right back, Hellcat.” He adjusted his roaring erection, making her mouth water, and walked with a slight limp into the bathroom. She was jealous of his hands, wanted to be the one to bring him to orgasm, watch his face, swallow his cries of release.
As reality slowly sunk in, she noted she lay in a rather large wet spot, with no way of calling the nurse and explaining what happened. She sucked in her lips and bit down, trying desperately to hold in a laugh. She could see how that would go over, and finally gave in to a fit of giggles.
Moments later, Houston returned, walking normally, the tension gone. He winked when he caught her gaze.
“One day, Katie, we’re going to talk. Not right now, maybe not for a few days, but we have to have a conversation.” He stood next to her bed, towering, hands on hips, feet shoulder width apart, eyes telling her there was no arguing.
“I think you might be right.” She gave him a nod.
He sat down, picked up the Clancy novel, and resumed reading.
*
She woke to the sounds of rubber soles against the tiled floor, finding Houston asleep in the recliner, the sun streaming through the curtains, and a nurse going over the paperwork. She looked up, and smiled.
“Ready to go home? We’re doing the paperwork now. Is Houston taking you home?” she spoke in a whisper, throwing a gentle smile at the sleeping hulk of a man in the recliner.
“Yes, we just have to pack all this crap up.” Katie looked around the room, noting Houston had everything in neat little piles, and two boxes ready to go.
“You’re lucky. A man like that is hard to find.” The nurse put the paperwork down, patted her leg and left.
The sensation was weird, after weeks of a cast. She wore a boot on her right leg, but her left was still in a fiberglass cast. She had crutches, but tried to use the cane most of the time. Her bruises were gone, leaving only scars. She’d avoided mirrors, knowing it was vanity. But Houston didn’t seem to mind them, and if last night was any indication, it had no effect whatsoever on his attraction to her. The thought brought comfort.
“Houston. Come on, hon, we need to get ready to go,” she spoke in a low tone, not wanting to startle him.
His eyes opened, fluttering a few times, before popping open and he looked around, as if trying to get his bearings.
“The nurse was just in here, said they’re doing the paperwork. I need to get dressed,” she pushed to a sitting position.
He stood, stretched, and she barely held in the gasp as his t-shirt lifted to give a glimpse of his six pack abs, and that little “V” leading into the worn jeans. Her tongue tingled in desperation to run over the entire area, taste him. She swallowed, blinking to return to reality. They had a lot to do, her fantasies would have to wait.
He pushed a little button, flipping down the guard, and leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the forehead.
“Give me a few, I’ll get everything together, and get you cleaned up.” He grabbed the shaving kit from the little bedside table and went into the bathroom.
Katie wanted a shower. A nice long hot one. But it would be another sponge bath and dry shampoo. At most, she’d get to take a bath at home. She maneuvered until her legs dangled off the bed, feeling the weakness in her muscles. She definitely needed the help. The internal battle started, between asking for help, and doing it even if it meant hurting herself.
Sighing, she stayed in place, waiting for Houston. Common sense didn’t always win, and she’d fallen several times over the past few weeks. Rubbing her forehead, it’d been pure stubbornness. She wasn’t up for lectures, or more injuries that might cause her to have a longer stay.
Houston returned, frowning at her, even narrowing his eyes for a split second, before glancing around the room, and nodding once. “Carry or walk?”
“I need to
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