My gaze traveled to Sasha’s face, where she raised a brow at the action as I tried to hide the blush at being carried intimately in his arms. But, in glancing at my brother, he didn’t seem to think anything was out of the ordinary when Colby strode through his spacious living room with me tucked against him.
Looking around, I noticed the furniture throughout the house was chrome and modern. The type that most likely cost a fortune but was probably uncomfortable. Once in his master bedroom, however, the style changed to something more practical.
When he put me in the middle of his massive king-sized bed, I started to feel the painkiller I’d swallowed in the car take effect. I glanced around the large room with the deep blue and gray hues, appreciating the masculine, yet soothing, ambiance.
My eyes felt heavy while my brother’s voice was starting to penetrate my fuzzy brain. “What?” I was starting to fade.
“What do you need from your apartment? Sasha and I are heading there now to get your stuff, then we’ll go pick up your car.”
“Clean laundry is in the basket on the couch and my suitcase is in my bedroom. My laptop and phone charger are on my desk. That’s all I can think of for now.”
“It’s okay. We can always go back for anything we missed.”
“All right.” The answer sounded thick on my tongue as I let myself succumb to the beautiful abyss that was Vicodin.
***
Immediate pain in my ankle and wrist hit me when I opened my eyes in the darkened bedroom. It took a moment before I remembered where I was. Colby’s house. Colby’s bedroom. Colby’s bed.
Turning my head into the pillow, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, nearly groaning with his scent. Jesus, it smelled delicious, just like him. Oh, yeah, getting over him was going exceedingly well thus far. I swear I’d have more luck giving up sarcasm, which spoke volumes considering how attached I was to that particular form of expression.
“Are you in pain?” came the voice of the object of my thoughts.
My eyes snapped open, and I was glad for the semidarkness that hid my flush.
He was seated in a chair as if he’d been waiting on me to wake up.
“Uh, I’m okay. What time is it?”
“After eight o’clock. You made a noise. Are you positive you’re feeling all right?” He stood up, stretching as though he’d been cramped up in the chair while I’d been napping.
When his shirt rode up, he revealed his taut abs. Unfortunately, that vision caused another involuntary sound from me. The universe obviously wasn’t done screwing with me yet.
He crossed over to the bed in a hurry. “You are in pain. Hold on, I’ll get you some more pills.”
I was in agony all right, but not the kind a pill could cure. “Uh, no, they make me pass out. I have Motrin, though, which should dull the ache; then I can at least eat something. Are Brian and Sasha back?”
“Yeah, they returned about an hour ago. Your car is parked at your apartment, and your suitcase is on the other side of the bed.” He leaned down, putting his hand to my forehead. “You feel a little warm.”
My face heated even further. No, no, no. I refused to sit here pathetically turned on by his hand on my forehead. Time to get up and splash cold water on my face or something. “I’m good. Can you hand me my crutch?” Unfortunately, with the one bum hand, I could only use a single crutch to get around.
He frowned slightly while handing it to me. “What are you doing?”
“I, um, need to use the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Do you want some help?”
I stood, not sure how to answer his question.
“I, uh, I meant I could get Sasha. You know what, I’ll make sure you’re good on your feet, then leave you to some privacy. What sounds good for dinner? You prefer pizza, Chinese, Thai?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking embarrassed.
“No, I’m fine, thanks. As for food, I’m good with whatever.”
A short time later when I came out into the living room, I found three people hovering over me instantly. I finally laughed.
“Look, guys, I’m okay. I appreciate everything, I really do, but I just want to sit down to relax and have you guys talk about something other than the accident or what you can get me.”
***
Brian and Sasha stayed two more days before heading home. I could tell my brother was hesitant to leave me, but Colby assured him I was in good hands.
My brother and I disagreed somewhat about letting my mom at least know about my accident, however as fate would have it, she’d left on the day I’d come home from the hospital to visit her sister in Toronto, which meant I had at least another week’s reprieve. I certainly didn’t want to ruin her visit or, more to the point, take a chance that she’d be on the next flight out here where she’d make me crazy.
My call with the HR lady about my internship went as expected. She sounded more than sympathetic about my accident, yet it was clear the job wasn’t one which could wait nor would it be appropriate for someone who was injured.
It was tough news to swallow, but taking a page from Nurse Charlotte, I called her colleague and started to make some plans for volunteering at the Children’s Hospital. In addition to helping me not feel sorry for myself and giving me a way to spend my summer once I was mobile again, it gave me something meaningful to look forward to.
Colby chose to work from home the entire first week of my convalescence, which made me feel guilty, but he refused to discuss it. Instead, he ensured I took my medications and stayed off my feet. He also drove me to my follow-up appointments, including the casting of my ankle.
We spent hours watching movies and talking, however the most interesting thing by far during the week was the fact that every night when I let the drugs take over, I’d feel him climb into bed, snuggling close to me.
The first night, I thought I’d dreamt it. The second one, I thought perhaps it was the drugs. But by the third night, I realized I did, in fact, have a hot male body next to me in the middle of the night. He didn’t speak of it, and I didn’t have the heart to bring it up for fear of him putting a stop to it. It was our own personal Don’t ask, don’t tell arrangement which was pretty much negating any thoughts of getting over him on a nightly basis.
By day seven I’d grown tired of sponge bathing myself and absolutely needed to wash my hair. Dry shampoo could only go so far. I went to search in Colby’s kitchen for plastic bags to put over both my ankle and wrist while he’d gone out for groceries. I’d settled on a couple of trash bags and had found some rubber bands to go with them when he came through the front door, grocery bags in hand.
“What are you doing with those?”
“Attempting to take a real shower. If I don’t wash my hair, I’m going to go crazy.”
He set down the groceries on the counter. “Give me a few minutes to put the frozen stuff away, and I’ll help you.”
Had he just suggested he help me? In the shower? Where I’d be naked? “Come again?”
“You can put on a swimsuit, and I’ll do the same. That way I can wash your hair. Tell me when you’re ready.”
Right: in swimsuits. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
He tossed me the same annoyed look as all the other times I’d posed that particular question this week. “Stop asking, and go get your butt changed.”
“Okie dokie.”
I was far too excited to have a clean head of hair to feel self-conscious about letting him wash it for me. It took me longer than I’d anticipated to both put on my two-piece and affix plastic bags around my casts. Thankfully, I’d at least shaved yesterday. By the time I opened the door to the bedroom, he was already changed into swim trunks and waiting on me.
Shit, he looked really hot. I would not gape at his chest, I would not stare at his package which his swim trunks didn’t hide as well as they probably should, and under no circumstances would I check out his amazing ass. Nope, I kept my eyes on his face, which ended up being a misc
alculation on my part because when he flashed his dimples, I felt my nipples harden in response.
“Uh, I’m going to start the water before I freeze,” I mumbled, noting his gaze had zeroed in on the evidence of my desire and needing to blame it on something else.
His shower was huge. Plenty of room for two people, with its dual showerheads and water streaming from bars on the sides, too. Yet the moment the glass door shut, the space seemed to close in. The hot steam didn’t help keep my mind from wandering to an X-rated version of this scenario. Damn. I wondered if he’d notice if I turned the water on ice cold in order to calm my raging libido.
“These bottles are yours?” he asked, holding up my shampoo and conditioner.
I glanced at what he held in his hand, letting the warm water start to get my hair wet. “Yes.”
Considering he was sex on legs, I figured the best course of action was to turn around and face away from him. I nearly jumped when his fingers touched my head. Holding my face soap in front of me, I was unable to do anything except stand there, feeling the palpable charge in the enclosed space around us.
“Step back a little out of the water. You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” I expelled a heavy breath when he started to massage my scalp.
“The pressure good?” he rasped.
“It feels amazing.” The husky way my response had come out didn’t sound like I was talking about the hair wash. In fact, it felt so good that my face soap slipped from my relaxed hand. I bent over to retrieve it without a thought.
“Fuck. What are you doing?” he snapped.
I turned to show him the bottle. “Picking up my face scrub.”
His features relaxed, and he closed his eyes. “Turn back around, and do me a favor. Don’t bend over again.”
“Um, okay.” It took me until he’d rinsed the shampoo and rubbed in the conditioner to realize that he’d been turned on by my inadvertent move.
“I’ll leave you to rinse and wash, uh, other stuff.” He walked out before I could come up with a response.
I quickly finished showering and stepped out, finally feeling clean for the first time in days. In removing the plastic bags, I was satisfied I hadn’t gotten either cast too wet and then dressed in my short set pajamas. A knock on the bathroom door surprised me.
“You decent?” Colby asked.
“Yeah, you can come in.”
He did so, already having changed into dry clothes, too. “I’ll brush your hair for you.”
“You don’t have to. It’ll take me some more time, but I can do it left-handed.”
“It’s kind of intriguing, in a way, to comb a woman’s hair. Here, let’s do it on the bed, so you can get off your foot.” He picked up both the blow-dryer and my brush.
I took a seat with him positioned behind me, gently brushing out the knots. There were a lot of intimate scenarios I’d imagined myself in over the years with Colby, but this wasn’t one of them. If I had known having my hair in his hands would be such a damn turn-on, I wouldn’t have agreed. This was the most exquisite torture.
After working through the tangles, he took his time with the blow-dryer, drying sections along the back and sides, finally scooting around in front of me and drying the bangs last. Both of us remained quiet throughout. He broke the spell when he stood up and took the items with him into the bathroom.
I was still sitting on the bed when he returned to the room. “Thanks for that. I feel a lot better.”
He nodded, looking anywhere except in my eyes. “Sure, no problem. I’ll let you get ready for bed, then.”
CHAPTER TEN
I couldn’t sleep. Not that I’d given it much effort. After showering with Colby and having him dry my hair, I was all sorts of distracted with thoughts of sex.
The muted sounds of the television came from his theatre room down the hall, indicating that the object of my thoughts was still up, watching a movie most likely. Sighing at the way he’d been tender and sweet while washing my hair earlier, I wondered if he’d been similarly affected by the sexual charge that had permeated the air.
Suddenly, I threw back the covers, remembering the package Nurse Charlotte had been nice enough to hide in the side pocket of my purse. Considering it was the very reason behind having been on the sidewalk where I was hit by the car last week, didn’t it deserve a little attention? Yes, and so did I. Long overdue attention. This time from something I knew I could turn on and leave on.
Checking the clock, I saw it was too early for Colby to come to bed which allowed me to take my time in reading over the instructions. After opening the package, I held the small egg-shaped vibrator in my hand and decided it was heavier than I would’ve thought. First thing was to wash it thoroughly. Next, I inserted the battery, grateful it had come with one.
I knew other girls who masturbated regularly, and I’d attempted with my own hand before but had never achieved the elusive orgasm. It might not be as exciting as the man in the other room, but I was intrigued by the idea of finding out what the whole climax thing was all about. And with any luck, perhaps it would ease the one-sided sexual tension.
After shimmying out of my thong, I climbed into bed naked from the waist down, and turned on the bedside light intent on reading the instructions complete with visual diagrams. I could fumble around, but I was the kind of girl who preferred to read the fine print and do things right. Flicking the switch on, I couldn’t help but giggle when the thing sprang to life, vibrating in my hand.
Alrighty then. I pulled the covers over my waist, simply because lying panty-less on Colby’s bed with him in the house felt odd. Call it shy masturbating if you will. Frowning when it mentioned optional lubrication, as I didn’t have any, I concentrated first on what they were calling clitoral stimulation.
Placing the thing down at my center, I took a deep breath. Okay, that didn’t feel too bad. I reached down with my other hand, trying to separate my lips as directed in an effort to find the exact spot it instructed me to locate, but the cast was not making it easy. Oh, that felt—
The bedroom door suddenly opened, revealing Colby standing there. “What’s that noise Kenz?”
My fingers fumbled with the switch, immediately turning it off. Biting my lip, I felt a flush creep up on my face. “Uh, nothing.”
“What are you reading?” He stepped closer.
Shit. I frantically pushed the instructions off the side of the bed, realizing about now would’ve been a good time to tell him to get out, but instead I froze.
His brows raised, and he stood only a step away from me. With the packaging still on the nightstand and my panties on the floor, he was processing the situation faster than my brain could react. “Are you doing what I think you are under there?”
“I, uh, didn’t realize the noise was so loud. I—”
“You’re masturbating in my bed?” His voice cracked, revealing his trouble in verbalizing the question.
I was embarrassed yet also curious why he wasn’t running out of the room. “I was attempting to.”
He reached for the abandoned instructions on the floor. “You’re reading directions?” His gaze was riveted on me. “Is this your first time?”
I could only nod. We seemed to stand there staring at one another for the longest time.
“Let go of the comforter, Kenz.”
“What?” This wasn’t happening.
“Let me see you.”
After an initial hesitation, I complied, feeling as if things were in slow motion when he pulled it back, revealing my naked lower half.
Air hissed from between his teeth while his green eyes raked over me slowly.
“Your pussy is beautiful.”
“I, uh—Jesus—” How did one respond to that kind of compliment? “You’re staring.”
“I can’t help it. Why did you want to masturbate tonight?”
“Because I was turned on by our shower and needed some relief,” I admitted watching his eyes darken.
“You were
n’t the only one. Will you show me?” he whispered.
“You want to watch me do this?”
“More than anything. Sit up further, with your back propped against the headboard.”
He moved the pillows before taking a seat beside me.
I shifted my hips up on the bed, scarcely believing this was happening. “What next?” I noted his lust-filled gaze hadn’t left my bottom half.
“Turn it on and hold it to your clit,” he instructed huskily.
I fumbled with the switch, the sound of the vibration filling the room once it was on. Moving it down, I positioned it as I had previously and pressed down. It felt good but not quite where it should be, so I circled it around.
His eyes followed every movement. “Spread your lips.” His voice was low and sexy.
I held up my cast. “This is where things get clumsy.”
He scooted closer. “Give it to me.”
It looked tiny in his hands, but, wow, what a punch as he knew exactly where to put it. I gripped the sheet with my good hand, involuntarily arching my hips. Watching him watch me was turning me on further.
“Now touch yourself.” His entire body looked tense, as if it was coiled tightly, ready to spring.
Reaching down with the fingers of my good hand, I obliged. I could feel the tingles spreading from the vibrations.
“Show me how wet you are.”
I ran a finger the length of my slit and felt the evidence of my arousal. I was completely drenched.
“I have to know how you taste.”
Sucking in a haggard breath, I had to remember to exhale when he took my same finger between his lips, swirled his tongue around it, and sucked it clean.
He shuddered. “Incredible.”
“What’s it like?” I inquired, not quite believing I’d been brave enough to ask the question.
There was undisguised lust in his expression when, this time, he dipped his own finger through my slick essence. My eyes went wide when he leaned into me, touching the pad of his finger to my bottom lip, spreading the wetness onto it.
My tongue came out, too curious not to discover the mystery. His intake of breath was worth it especially when I took his finger deeper into my mouth.
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