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Practically panting to catch my breath, I lay there. My stomach hurt, we’d giggled so much. Next to me, Coop didn’t seem to be doing much better. One arm against his forehead, he snorted as he released another chuckle.
“We’re not going back to sleep, are we?” Since he sounded almost as awake as I was, I turned my head to look at him.
“Probably not,” I admitted. “I can try.” But I wasreallywired up.
“I blame them,” Coop declared in an attempt to be grumpy.
I couldn’t help it. “The pussy-whipped?”
His guffaw made me grin until my cheeks ached. I had to stop ’cause it pulled on my bruise cheek too much, but I wanted to keep smiling. He rolled up to sitting, still laughing.
“I’ll be right back.”
He was only wearing boxers and some of my laughter dried up as he walked away. Coop was wiry, and it was hard to see in his clothes, but without them?
Whew. Hot.
Sitting up, I checked my breath against my hand and then tested my back by stretching. There was still a pull. Coop took longer than a minute, more like ten. But when he came back in, he made a face when I slid off the bed.
“I gotta pee,” I told him, and rose on my tiptoes to kiss his smooth cheek. A second grin stole through me. He took long enough to shave?
“K.”
It took me a couple of minutes, but I peed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face—one-handed. I was already sick of the splint. But I had to wear it for at least another week, and then they’d see whether I could take it off or if I needed something else.
Blegh.
My hair was kind of a mess. It had begun to pull out of the really nice braid Jake had put it in, so I freed it and used my fingers to comb it. It was all kinky waves and kind of huge. But I had to wash it at some point today. I kind of wished I could shower and do all the things on my own, but that was still tricky.
Gathering my courage before it could flee, I padded back to the bedroom. “Coop,” I said before swinging in the door. “Do you think you could—oh.”
I paused.
Coop sprawled on the bed, completely naked. Not that he had that far to go, he’d just had boxer shorts on earlier. But he had one arm hooked behind his head while he palmed his very stiff cock with the other.
“Hi.” All the breath kind of went out of me. Not that I hadn’t seen the guys in various states of naked for the last week. But it was really hard to appreciate in the shower when they were actually helping me wash and I had to keep my right arm out of the way.
And I couldn’t lie, I riveted on the way his hand slid slowly up the length to the tip then back down again. There were already drops of moisture gathering, and each glimpse I got of the vein running along the underside showed it throbbing.
“Frankie?” At the husky, yet questioning notes in my name, I dragged my gaze up to meet his. There was just a hint of laughter in his gray-green eyes. “Truth or dare?”
The soft question sent a thrill through my system, and I moved closer to the bed. “Truth.”
He stilled his hand and studied me. “Do you still want to experiment?”
Oh, that shiver in my system seesawed between nervous and excited. “Yes.”
Sitting up, he shot me an expectant look, and I rubbed at my lower lip carefully. “Truth or dare?”
He grinned. “Dare.”
I laughed.
“You’re already naked.”
“I know.” He leaned forward and crooked a finger unto the waistband of the boxers—Jake’s this time—I wore then tugged me toward him. “But you’re not.”
“But this is my dare.” And my heart jumped again when he slid his hand under the tank top and began to nudge it upward.
