I'm too tired to even care what he was going to say. With that, I push open the door of my bunkroom and shut it behind me. It lets out a loud click as I flick the lock and drop my towel.
Why can I smell apple pie?
With slow movement, I turn around and find myself face to face with the most alluring sight I've ever set my eyes upon—Kym, sitting on my bed, waiting for me with a Tupperware container on her lap.Hubba, hubba.
"You left before I could give you the ice, and then I thought an extra slice of pie might help you feel a little better," she blurts out, her eyes wide as she blinks rapidly before she loses her ability to keep her eyes on my face. Her baby blues travel down, down, and pause on where my cock is rising to the occasion.
Most guys have pictures of busty women with tiny bodies all over their walls. But for me, give me a curvy cutie in a sundress offering me baked goods and I'm stiff as a board.
"Shit. I'm sorry," I splutter, ducking down to get my towel and wrap it back around my waist. "I didn't know you were in here. I wasn't trying to flash you."
“It’s OK. I should have announced myself as soon as you opened the door.” Her cheeks flush a deep red and she quickly looks away. “I should go.”
“No. Stay." I push my foot into my jeans from the pile I left them in on the floor and shimmy my way into them, positioning my cock on an angle toward my hip so the tenting isn't too obvious. "I'm glad you came." Dropping the towel now that I'm semi-decent, I grab a clean white T-shirt and pull it over my head. I catch her gulping as I tug it down to my waist.
"Well...at least we know it's not broken," she says, letting out an embarrassed giggle as I pull out the small desk chair and sit across from her.
"That is a blessing," I say, swiping a hand across my stubbled jaw. “And again, I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she says quickly, and I have to hide my smile as my eyes fall to the container in her hands.I didn’t mind having your eyes on my dick either, cutie.
"Thanks for bringing the pie and ice. I appreciate the thought."
She shrugs. "I wanted to make sure you were OK. You seemed like you were in a lot of pain before."
"I'll survive. But what about you? You took a bit of a beating on the way down too."Better to check on her a little late than never at all.
"I'm OK. Just a little goose egg on my shin," she says, lifting her dress up slightly and showing me the already purpling skin. "Must've hit one of the stones around the garden."
"Show me." I quickly drop to my knees in front of her and wrap my hand around the smooth skin of her calf, lifting her leg so her foot rests on my thigh. Her breath hitches.
"It's nothing to fuss over, really. I'm a farm girl. Bumps and scrapes are just par for the course."
Picking up the ice pack that she'd brought over for me, I place it against her bruised shin. "I want to make a fuss over you, Kym."
The air between us thickens as I tend to her. All I can hear is our breathing, slow and deep, that gradually becomes more rapid and forced. The delicious scent of her fills my nostrils, and I lean in a little closer. "I wanted to tell you I was sorry for earlier. I should've caught you."
Kym pulls back. "You're sorry? Hayes, I used your, erm,thingas a bungee cord."
"My thing?" I ask, glancing up at her with a smirk.
A blush creeps up her face and she giggles. "Your rod. Your snake. Your schlong … your trouser snake… your tool …"
"That's quite the vocabulary." I chuckle, setting the icepack to the side as I lean down and press a light kiss to the raised bruise. "Better?"
She sucks in a breath. "Uh-huh."
I curve a hand around her calf, letting my fingers slide up her smooth skin to the back of her thigh. "Are you aching anywhere else?"
With a sudden gasp, she shoots to her feet, her knee clocking me in the jaw and causing my teeth to gnash down on the side of my tongue.
"Holy fuck." I fall back from my crouched position onto my ass.
"Oh my God, Hayes. Are you OK?" She hunkers down beside me, touching me lightly on the shoulder.
"I'm fine," I say, my voice coming out a little strange as one side of my tongue starts to swell. As I push to my feet, I can taste blood and touch my fingers to my mouth, wiping away a red smear.
"You're bleeding. Jesus. I... I'm a menace," she says, her words coming out strained as she shakes her head then bolts straight for the door.
