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I roll again and Carver grumbles, pulling me in tight and trying to get me to stop fidgeting, but he’ll never get it. If anything, his dick might be limp for a few days, but he’s not going to feel the same kind of discomfort that I feel. I mean, I knew I was going to be sore when I agreed to go for the fourth round, but we finished and I felt great. It was only the late hour that forced us to get our asses out of there. If I’d known that it was going to swell like this, I probably would have called it quits after the first round. On the bright side, I now know that the guys are like stallions, always ready to go, no matter what.
My discomfort gets all too much and I sit up in bed, throwing the blankets off me and making Carver groan as I climb over him. “The fuck are you doing?” he grumbles in that deep, sexy sleepy tone that I love so much, his hands coming to my waist as I straddle him. “Damn, again? Fuck babe. Okay, but just give me a second to wake him up.”
I groan and pull myself over him, cringing at the feel of his hard body beneath me as I climb over him. “Don’t even think about it,” I tell him. “Send that soldier straight back to the deepest pits of hell. I’m not fucking anything for at least a few days. I’m sore. I need to get a dick-sicle.”
“A what?” he questions, straining to open his eyes, probably going over my last comment a million times to figure out what the fuck I’m talking about.
“You know, a dick icicle,” I mutter, my sleep-deprived mind not understanding why the hell he can’t just read my thoughts. “I need something cold to shove up there. My fucking pussy is swelling from getting dicked too hard and now I can’t get comfortable.”
“Ahh, fuck, babe. I’m sorry,” he murmurs, rolling over in bed to watch me as I climb out and cross his room. “Why don’t you lay down? I’ll go get you some pain killers and your fucking dick-sicle.”
I shake my head, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over my shoulders. “It’s fine. Go back to sleep. I couldn’t shut off anyway.”
I don’t give him another chance to try and change my mind as I walk out the door and gently pull it closed behind me, leaving it open just a crack so that I don’t wake him when I come back in. I drag my feet as I walk down the hall, passing the main bathroom and wondering just how awkward it would be to fill the bathtub with cold water and sit in it with my legs spread wide for an hour or two.
My room comes up next and I peer into it to find King sprawled out over the covers and I grin to myself. We’d all been so exhausted when we got home that after sending Dianna home and thanking her for being here with the girls, we’d all broken off to our own beds and crashed almost immediately. I couldn’t sleep and as usual when I have trouble sleeping, I find myself in Carver’s arms, but tonight, the old trick didn’t work. King on the other hand must have had trouble sleeping too and found himself in my bed. I just hope he wasn’t too disappointed when he got there and realized that I must have been sleeping in another man’s arms. Though from the looks of it, he seems to have found comfort from just being in my bed, even if it is without me.
Making my way down to the kitchen, I find myself some painkillers and shove my head into the freezer, searching around for something I could use to ease the pain. After coming up with nothing but perfectly round ice cubes, I realize that I’m screwed. I mean, technically I could shove them up there but the freezing ice against my bits is probably going to burn me alive, plus I’ve already been leaking enough tonight from the boys’ special … deposits. I don’t need to add another reason for something to be dripping out of me.
Giving up, I grab an old-fashioned ice pack and a paper towel before starting to shuffle my way through to the living room. I get myself set up on the couch and grab a bunch of remotes that live in the coffee table drawer. I start pressing buttons until finally, I find the one that has a jaw-dropping fire spreading through the fireplace. It takes a moment to warm the living room, but when it does, I realize how much of an idiot I’ve been for not utilizing this space more often.
