“Told you that you’d like it. Fuck, getting this plump makes me even harder.” He tugged her tips again, shooting his hips forward. The flared head hit the perfect spot, and she convulsed around him. She was dimly aware of him increasing his speed and depth, chasing his own peak inside hers. His shout into the back of her shoulder and the flood of liquid inside her told her when he’d lost his goal-line stand.
She languidly rolled her head onto his shoulder. “Okay. This is definitely worth not being your doctor anymore.”
CHAPTER14
If he was going to spend a snowstorm bruised and injured, this was the way to do it.
After two romps in his bed, where he thoroughly fulfilled his promise to warm her up, they’d moved to the living room couch.
Rory (not Roy!) was naked against him, snuggled under three massive down Browns comforters. They’d feasted on Skinny Pop popcorn and hot chocolate while watching two relatively awful Divinchi Code movies.
Technically, the hot chocolate was protein drinks, which Rory heated up and seasoned to the point where they actually resembled hot chocolate more than chemical sludge.
When asked, she’d rolled her eyes and explained that on call, the residents learned to make almost anything edible with salt and a microwave. Then she’d warned him they needed to wait for thecups to cool down.
“I’m not adding a burn to your bruises.”
“Such a sweet girl. Need to reward that.”
Despite her insistence that she was not a sweet girl, he proved he was a bad boy by flipping her down on the couch and licking up all the syrup between her thighs.
The end credits played, and Rory said, “Officially, ever single human character is dead, or I’d have made a billion dollars reconstructing them.”
“Is that possible?”
“No. There are limits. Even if certain football players won’t accept them.”
“You’re going there?” He raised his right arm overhead. “See. I’m fine. It was just a dislocated shoulder.”
She hmphed, her hand palpating that side shoulder. “It’s not. The type you had is so rare, we couldn’t even find a solid medical reference on how to fix it. I wasn’t at your bedside the whole time because Glazier stopped by en route to the OR for us to watch YouTube videos and how to put it back in.”
“Doctors watching YouTube videos to do procedures?” Bowen kissed her mouth.
“Only after going to college for four years, medical school for four years, and having an extensive two thousand dollar CT of your partially reconstructed shoulder for reference.”
“Oh. Touche. Burn.”
“Yeah. There’s a lot more demonstration videos now since your injury went viral. There are eight different orthopedic groups debating how long your rehab should be. Including three ESPN analysts. Glazier has turned down interviews for him and me.”
“I saw those. The consensus is I could be playing,” he told her.
“The consensus is no one is certain.”
“You just road tested it. It performed very well.”
“You hit the average quarterback with almost two thousand pounds of force. The sensor in the helmets for the preseason games recorded hits from you up to a hundred and fifty g’s. Lifting my hundred and thirty-five pounds is nothing, before you even consider your other surgery on the same shoulder.”
“Glazier’s surgery was on my AC joint. This is the shoulder socket.”
“The AC joint stabilizes the shoulder, and your entire livelihood is tackling people. You’re right. You probably could play.” Sheclosed her eyes, lashes fluttering before reopening. “It doesn’t mean you should.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Most of the time if anyone approached this conversation, he’d have shown them the door. This time, though, he cared. “Are you saying my career is over? Glazier didn’t think so.”
“Are you even listening? Anterior dislocations are usually on injured reserve for at least six weeks. No NFL player or any other case report I could find has documentation of an AC stabilization surgery and an inferior dislocation.”
“So, there’s no reason then that I can’t. The AC surgery I’ve been cleared for, and I read about other dislocations. The biggest concern for anterior dislocations is recurrence, since that type of force is pretty common. The angle and force that made me get an inferior dislocation is vanishingly unlikely.”
She pushed both of her hands against his shoulders with more force. “I know. Here’s the thing. My job isn’t to win football games. My job is to look out for your future. And we’re not talking about your future for this season, we’re talking about the rest of your life.”
