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“Cold, warm?”
“A bit of both.” I tilted my head slightly to one side. “Summer.”
“Hush, I’m thinking,” she scolded slightly. “I… you don’t tick any of the boxes of a serious concussion, but…”
“But?” I prompted gently.
“I… I just want you to be okay.” Her voice was soft, and her eyes started to shine as she stared at me, so I reached out to her with one hand.
“I’m okay,” I assured her gently.
“No hospital? Not even the cops? That doesn’t strike me as okay.”
“You know what Marina would do if she found out,” I pointed out, fighting back a wave of creeping pain across the back of my head. “And I don’t want to spend Christmas in the hospital.”
Summer’s face twisted slightly, doubt clear in her eyes even as she took my hand and gently stroked my knuckles.
“Okay,” she said finally.
“Help me to bed?”
With minimal reluctance, Summer helped me to my feet, and we slowly climbed the stairs together. By the time I reached the top, my movement had loosened my stiffened muscles, and the tiredness that had crept up while resting near the fire began to fade. That and each breath I took still sent shards skittering through my chest, so I hoped I would be in much better shape tomorrow. Keeping Summer close, we moved down the corridor and slipped into my room, where she then began to unbundle me from my blankets so I could get into bed.
“Summer?”
She didn’t look at me as she flattened one blanket out, so I caught her wrist when she came to take the second.
“Summer. I’m okay. Really.”
“I know,” she said softly, “I was just so worried you wouldn’t walk back through the door, and I didn’t know what to think. I know we haven’t known each other that long, but I really care about you, all of you, and if something terrible happened I—”
I gently silenced her by pulling her down to my level, then gently kissing her lips. Her words caught in her throat and a soft sob escaped instead, a sound that I swallowed as I kissed her. I held the kiss and her wrist until her lips stopped trembling, then I pulled away.
“I won’t deny that it was bad, but I’m right here. You took care of me; you all did. I’m okay. Right as rain.” Her eyes darted between mine, and then her teeth sank into her lower lip, an uncertain look crossing her face. Since words weren’t calming her, I tried another tactic. Releasing her wrist, I grasped her shoulder with one hand and cupped her jaw with the other. I pulled her into a stronger kiss this time, and she went willingly.
Our mouths collided firmer and when her lower lip quivered, I pressed my tongue to the seam of her lips and licked my way inside. Summer’s mouth opened easily, and I greedily swallowed the small, surprised moan that escaped her, trading her for one of my own. The heat of her tongue and the warmth of her kiss soothed the aches down in my very soul and grounded me in the moment and not the shadowy memory of the attack. Summer curled a hand against my chest, her warm palm like a brand against my skin, and her other slid carefully into my hair, mindful of my injuries.
I wanted her. I wanted everything about her to erase every awful detail of the night and carve out a pocket for her right beneath my aching ribs. Getting carried away, Summer pushed into the kiss, and I let her, kissing her slowly and repeatedly as our lips danced and we breathed the same air. Until Summer’s arm straightened, and she pulled herself away with flushed cheeks.
“Jax, we can’t. You’re in no condition,” she said breathlessly. A small whine rose in my throat.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re such aman,” she groaned. “Your bravado isn’t sexy.”
“That’s your job,” I teased, stroking my thumb over her lower lip. “You’re my sexy nurse.”
“You’re impossible.” The smile was back on her lips though, and warmth blossomed across my chest, sweeping down to my gut as we eyed each other. I lifted my brow slightly, trying to entice her, and then Summer rolled her eyes.
“Fuck… fine.”
My desire was to feel her against me, to taste her sweetness and feel her warmth in every pore, but Summer had other, safer ideas. She helped me back against my pillows and then disappeared between my legs. I almost grabbed the duvet to hide the bruising, but Summer was focused, and her body settled against one leg as her hand stroked over my thigh.
“The moment you feel pain, I stop,” she said. There wasn’t any part of my pain that beached the fog of desire that descended the second I glanced down at Summer looking up at me through her lashes. She was beautiful and kind, and then her warm hand was on my cock, and all other thoughts vanished.
“I… promise,” I gasped out. Muscles in my abdomen clenched and rippled as her stroking, warm hand was replaced by the impossible sultry warmth of her lips. Her soft lips kissed over my shaft and crown, her tongue kitten-licked where she could reach, and then she parted her lips, and my hardening cock sank desperately into the lush heat of her mouth.
“Summer,” I moaned out, pressing my head back into the pillows. Thankfully they were soft against my head wound, but it was far from my mind. Her talented mouth stroked me repeatedly as her head bobbed carefully. My chest constricted, and one hand darted down to wind my fingers into her hair. Not to control, only to touch and feel more of her. As she sucked me down, my heart began to pound, and an ache built within my chest through each rapid breath I dragged in, but I ignored it all. I focused on Summer and her mouth, the building pleasure in my gut and the tightness coiling through my balls.
