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“I thought the same thing. We should probably clean up.”

“You mean we should see if I really did ruin your couch?” He waggles his eyebrows.

“I don’t give a shit about the couch. Help me up. I dropped my crutches when I tackled you.”

Tripp hunts down my crutches and holds them steady as I struggle to stand up, frowning slightly as I make my way out toward my bedroom.

“That’s something you don’t see every day,” he mutters.

“What?”

“A naked man hobbling around on crutches. I wouldn’t expect it to be hot but… It makes the muscles in your back ripple all sexy like, and your ass jiggles when you plant your foot.”

“Jiggles?” I huff, rolling my eyes. “I’m already laid up, don’t take the rest of my dignity by saying jiggles.”

“It’s a compliment.”

“It doesn’t feel like one. Walk ahead of me. Go start the shower.”

Tripp pinches my ass and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Brat.” I grumble as I watch his sexy ass strut down the hall, a goofy grin plastered on my face.

Chapter 18 – Tripp

“What?” Noah asks hesitantly when he catches me watching him from the corner of my eye.

“Nothing.” I glance back at the TV, pretending I’ve been watching it since he plopped down next to me.

“You know how you chew the corner of your lip when you’re dying to say something people might find offensive and you’re wondering if the backlash will be worth it?”

“No.” Note to self, don’t chew on my lip when I’m debating whether to open my mouth. “I don’t ever wonder if the backlash is worth it. I don’t care.”

“Depends on how offensive you’re about to get. And toward who. So, out with it.”

“Out with what?” I ask innocently, which Noah answers with a heavy sigh. “Fine. I was just thinking that for a hockey god who’s got possibly the best body I’ve ever had the pleasure of climbing, you’re looking awfully winded after walking ten yards.”

“Crutches are exhausting.”

“You’re only using one. You’re practically walking.”

“I’m mostly trying not to fall.”

“Still, shouldn’t you have more…stamina?”

I totally didn’t mean for that word choice to be so charged, but I can’t say I don’t love the wave of lust that glazes his eyes.

“Noah Tremblay, get your head out of the gutter.”

“You dragged me down there.” His bashful smile damn near makes me crack one of my own. This man is too gorgeous for his own good.

“That’s getting easier and easier to do. But as much as I like how your mind immediately conjured an image of me bouncing on your cock, I’m genuinely worried. You look worn out.”

Noah’s smile fades to a strained grin. “The swelling is just… It makes my foot feel tight, like it doesn’t fit in my skin. And that pain makes walking a lot harder than it looks.”

Cocking my head to the side, I study the ankle he has propped on the coffee table. “I guess it does still look pretty puffy. Can they juice it?”

“Juice it?” He wrinkles his nose in disgust.

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