Page 12 of Holly's Valentine Vow

“You don’t wanna touch my dick?” he teases. I glance down to see said appendage has woken up and is standing stiff against his abdomen, every thick, girthy inch and bite back a moan of my own.

“I don’t think your aide, or your doctor would appreciate me giving youthatkind of shower,” I primly reply.

“Spoilsport,” he says, mock pouting.

“There’s nothing that saysyoucan’t do it, though.”

It would at least give me something for my spank bank, right?Naughty girl, my brain whispers.

“This is true,” he muses, smirking at me. The rat knows what I’m thinking, I just know he does, especially when he grabs the washcloth, squirts some of his body wash on it, then slowly starts washing his chest, moving downward.

And… now I’m wet in a way that has nothing to do with this damn shower! Ugh. I shake my head and focus on what I was doing, grabbing the shower head and rinsing out the suds before I lather up more shampoo and do it again.

Meanwhile, Rebel is giving me a show, slowly stroking his dick and I wonder if I can orgasm without him even touching me. It’s something to ponder, especially as my nipples grow taut and my breasts get heavy. “Rebel,” I moan, my voice low.

“Come closer, sweetheart,” he whispers.

I move to the side and his hand slips up my thigh until he’s able to access my pussy. “I think someone’s missed me,” he says, his voice still low and husky even though I don’t think anyone could hear us over the pounding water.

As I grip his shoulders to hold on, he starts his sensuous assault on me while he continues to stroke himself. I watch as precum oozes from the tip, my mouth salivating as I remember his zingy taste. “God, handsome, I’m so close already.”

“Same, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice sinking to a deeper octave.

I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been denied this for several weeks now, or not, but when I feel my pussy pulsing, I lean down and nip his ear lobe while calling out his name in a whisper-shout just as cum spurts across his abdomen and chest and he hisses out my name.

“God, I needed that,” I manage to finally say once I can stand upright again.

“Same, Holly, same,” he pants out. He proceeds to clean his chest and privates while I start the arduous task of washing around all the road rash.

Once I’ve rinsed his hair for the last time, getting out the conditioner, I say, “Your hair’s gotten long, but I kind of like it.”

“Yeah, it has,” he agrees with a bob of his head. “They have a salon here, believe it or not so I might take advantage of that service and get it cut.”

My eyes widen at his words. “Can you wait? I mean, until you’re home, because I’m liking it right now. But if it bothers you too much, by all means, cut it.”

He’s had so many decisions taken away from him, I don’t want to add to that list. “I’ll leave it for now, Holly. Kinda wondering how it’ll feel when I’m eating out your pussy and you’re pulling on it to be honest.”

“Rebel!” I exclaim. “You’re killing me here.”

He snickers as I rinse all the soap from his body. “Trust me, this has been hell for me too.”

Chapter Seven

Rebel

Holly hasno fucking clue how good I feel right now. The shower was just what I needed, of course, but being able to stand even though I had to hold myself up using those fucking handicap bars, and take a piss? That was just as freeing to me. I know I’ve got a long road to recover but it hasn’t escaped my knowledge that I probably should’ve died. So, no matter what struggles I face as I move forward and progress, I’ll do it with my head held high. If Paul hadn’t come along when he did, I likely would have met the reaper. I owe him for my life right now, and I always pay my debts. I just don’t know how I’ll do that when push comes to shove.

Freshly clean in a new pair of boxer briefs and basketball shorts, my teeth brushed, and my hair combed, I’m now ensconced in my bed, Holly tucked into my side. I’m sure the aide will have something to say about that, but she can fuck right the hell off. This woman has been with me every step of the way, showing me a strength of character that I suspected she’s always had, but having now witnessed it firsthand? I’m beyond impressed.

Considering I never thought I’d have an ol’ lady, I’m feeling decidedly blessed and grateful right now. A light knock at the door has me glancing down to see her sleeping against me so soundly that I quietly call out, “Come in.”

When Samuel walks in, I’m shocked. He comes around frequently to see the girls and Holly, but right now, he looks as though he’s got the weight of the world sitting on his shoulders. He goes to say something, then sees Holly sleeping so instead, he grabs a fuzzy throw that’s spread out at the end of my bed and covers her up, then he picks up a chair and brings it to ‘my’ side of the bed.

“I ran into Paul and the girls at the diner, and they told me about your accident,” he says, his voice low in order not to disturb Holly.

“Yeah, but I’m on the road to recovery, thank goodness,” I reply. Harrumphing, I say, “The hardest part is these fucking casts. They make me so damn dependent on everyone, especially Holly.”

“She looks tired,” he remarks, his gaze roaming her face.

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