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“I can’t drink. What if you need something? What if I have to take you back to the hospital?”
“I’m fine. I don’t need anything. And we could walk to the hospital if we needed to. I didn’t tell you to get shitfaced. I told you to go get a glass of wine. Go on, you’re a bundle of nerves, and it’s stressing me out. So, do it for me. Please, Lemon.”
“Fine. But I’ll be right back.”
When Lily leaves, I hunker down in the tub, letting the hot water soothe my soreness. The arm might be the only thing that broke, but the rest of me took a beating with that gate closing on me. I’m going to have a row of bruises along my chest and back for a couple of weeks. And that’s probably going to stress Lily out. Shit. This is going to be a long few weeks if she keeps worrying about me like this, so it’s my job to get her to calm the hell down.
The thought of dunking my head under water so she freaks out when she comes back in occurs to me. But freaking Lily out is the opposite of what I want to do tonight, even if it would be pretty hilarious.
“You okay in here?” she asks as she walks through the bathroom door with a glass of white wine in her hand.
“Still breathing,” I promise her.
“Good.” She gives me a relieved smile.
“Do you think you could help me wash up, Lemon? I’m pretty sore.”
“Of course, I can.”
She rushes over and sets her wine on another little wooden crate she has next to the tub with a candle and a book on it. Lily must have taken baths before I showed up. She never takes baths now that I’m here. That needs to change. I need to see her all wet and pink from the hot water, ready to take my dick. I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to convince her to join me in this tub for sexy bath time tonight, but it’s definitely happening at some point if I have anything to say about it.
Lily picks up a shower puff and squeezes some of her brown sugar and cinnamon body wash on it, then dips it into the water and starts rubbing it over my chest. Then she does my good arm, and the top of my broken arm. She stops at the elbow and keeps a towel wrapped around my cast, so no water gets anywhere near it.
“Lean forward,” she tells me.
I do it, and she washes my back. When she finishes, I lean back.
“Drink your wine, Lemon.”
She stops washing me for a second and takes a few long sips of her wine. Then she slides down the side of the tub and starts running the puff over my legs.
She keeps at least a foot of distance from my hard cock, no matter what she’s doing. When she finishes up with the puff, she has me slip down to get my hair wet, and she washes that for me, too. Her hands feel so fucking good massaging my scalp. And when she runs her fingernails against it, I get even harder. Lily rinses my hair, uses her conditioner on it, rinses again, and then lets me sit up.
“You missed a spot, babe.”
“Where?”
“My dick.”
“I didn’t miss it. I purposely avoided it.”
“That’s not going to work for me, Lemon.”
“Jameson, we can’t. Not until we check with the doctor.”
“We don’t need to check with the doctor. I probably can’t jerk off with that hand for a while or finger-fuck your pussy with it, but that’s the only sex that’s off the table.”
“You’re on painkillers. I don’t think we should.”
“I’m not high. I have all my wits about me. Lemon, the only medicine I need is right there in that sweet little pussy of yours.”
“We can’t.”
“Babe, it’s been a long day. My arm hurts. The rest of me is sore. And tense. And all I want is to come balls deep inside that pretty, little pussy and then go to bed. You want me to relax? Trust me, I’ll be a lot more relaxed after coming inside you.”
“What if I hurt you?”
“How many times do I have to tell you? You can’t hurt me. Not like this, anyway. I’ll keep my broken arm way over here. You might have to do a little more work than normal. Are you up for that, Lemon? You going to fuck me like I need you to?”
