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I open the tap, and a blast of cold water hits me. Startled and in shock, I try to jump out of its way but end up hitting Helia’s little shelf of shampoo bottles. The tub’s slippery and to not lose my balance, I blindly reach up to grab something. My fingers curl up around the shower curtain rod, but it’s not nearly strong enough to support my weight. I awkwardly crash on my back, the back of my head hitting the edge of the tub.
Black spots dance in front of me, my vision turning into a long, dark tunnel. My ears are ringing even louder than when I woke up. If I didn’t have a head injury before, I definitely do now.
Do something, I beg my wolf, willing him to start the healing process.
Still too weak, he replies apologetically. It’s like I’m cut off from it. Like there’s a glass wall between us, too strong for me to break, and with no hole to reach through.
Fucking Lincoln, I curse and shut my eyes to keep the black spots away. Their dance is making me nauseous.
At least the water is getting warmer, my wolf comments, and he’s right. The initial burst of coldness slowly rose to the temperature that I wanted from the start.
A knock on the door, followed by Helia’s worried voice.
“Grayden? Are you okay in there?”
“I’m not sure,” I reply, the effort to raise my voice making my body ache. “I had a fall.”
“I’m coming in,” Helia announces a second before opening the door.
I force my eyes to open, catching hers widen as she takes in my naked body. Her mouth falls open, and a slight flush spreads across her cheeks. I make the only sound I can, which is a mix between a low grunt and a clearing of my throat.
Helia shakes her head as if the sound brought her out of her trance. A neutral expression settles on her face, and her mouth presses together in a determined line. She crosses the distance and kneels at the edge of the tub.
“What hurts?” she asks, her voice cold and clinical.
“Everything,” I mutter, my headache returning with full force. “I think I need more of those pills of yours.”
“Do you think you’ve broken anything?” she asks, ignoring my request.
Her hands methodically travel along my body, assessing one arm and then another. She runs her fingers across my ribs, gently pressing in. Her touch sends shivers all over my body, and I involuntarily lean closer to her, wordlessly asking for more.
“You seem to be okay, but I’d like to take you to the hospital to properly check you out,” she tells me and gets up.
“No hospital,” I mutter and push myself up on my elbows.
Helia offers me her hand and I happily take it, impressed by her strength when she helps me get up. I tower over her petite frame in her small bathroom, easily filling up most of the space.
Our eyes lock, and an invisible but powerful tether forms between us. My hands are itching to grab her and pull her against me. I’m on the verge of doing it when Helia abruptly lowers her gaze, breaking the weird connection between us.
Her face turns a bright shade of red, a stark contrast to her usual pink flush. My interest piqued, I raise my brow and lower my eyes to see what had that effect on her.
In the slight distance between our bodies, erected like a bridge for us to cross, is my cock. Without me realizing it, her touches sent a rush of blood straight to my member, waking him up for action.
“Warm water should help,” Helia mutters, then quickly adds, “with sore muscles.”
“Thanks,” I call after her, but she’s already on the other side of the firmly shut door, leaving me alone in the bathroom to finish what I’ve started. Well, and to rub my tension away.
You should’ve asked for her help, my wolf tells me. I bet that as a doctor, she has quite a unique skill set.
Shut up, I mutter and close my eyes to concentrate as I stroke my cock under a warm stream of water.
I’m trying very hard to think of the girls I’ve been with, then the girls that I’ve seen in magazines, and even try to replay some of my bedroom hits. For some reason, every scene gets disrupted with the image of Helia, her green eyes locked on mine, her lips curled up into a small, sensual smile. Suddenly, she’s on her knees, those same lips pressed around my cock and her eyes flickering with a green flame.
My balls ache, and I rub my cock harder, faster. The throbbing spreads throughout the whole length, and I stroke it once, twice, until the pulsation builds up enough force to shoot out a load against her tiles.
I open my eyes, startled at what I just did, where I did it, and to what fantasy I did it. My shock fades into amusement when I notice the tiles having similar flower patterns as her bed sheets, and I’ve just properly fertilized several of them.
That was the fastest jerkoff ever, my wolf comments, unhelpfully noting the little detail that I’ve been trying to ignore.
