Page 32 of The Hooker

Maybe I was hit harder than I remember because all I manage to say is, “Okay.”

She shoots me an amused look and gets to her knees. Daisy slips my socks off, and it’s more intimate than I anticipate. I swallow hard when she carefully sets them to the side and doesn’t even comment on the smell. Fingers tuck into the elastic of my shorts and she guides me out of them. Daisy pauses and glances at me as she pulls my briefs off and waits for my nod before she lifts my foot out of each hole and adds them to the small pile of clothes in the corner. She stands without looking at my limp dick.

“Get in the warmth, but don’t move your arm,” she commands, and I follow without question.

I sigh when the hot water hits my back, and my eyes fall closed. The water washes away the hospital and sweat, soothing aches and pains. When I hear clothes hit the floor, my eyes pop open, and I turn to watch Daisy. She’s down to her black sports bra and underwear.

“Do you always wear all black to games?”

“I do. It’s habit. Not really a lucky charm, but I feel weird if I don’t wear all black.” As she talks, she unravels her plait and piles her hair on top of her head in a bun.

“I didn’t peg you as someone with game day rituals.”

Some of the guys have super specific rituals, but I always just show up and play. Don’t want to rely on anything but myself and the team to win. Eating a specific food or wearing certain underwear never seemed helpful to me, but watching Daisy struggle out of her sports bra, I can see the appeal.

She manages to yank it over her head and her breasts bounce free and the bun on her head goes lopsided. She’s beautiful. Standing there, red-faced from the struggle with her bra, and hair frizzing slightly in the steam. My heart clenches.

Finally, she steps out of her underwear to reveal neatly trimmed hair and ducks into the shower to join me. I turn to the side so the water hits both of us, and she grins. “Ready to try this?”

“Let’s do it.” Anything to feel her hands on me. The comfort of her skin on mine.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her naked, and although I’m intensely attracted to her and want her in my bed immediately, there’s something about standing in the water together, feeling her hands stroke suds over my skin and knowing there’s no rush. She’s here, and she’s not going anywhere. There’s time to be frantic later. I can enjoy the slow movements of her hands now.

She grabs more soap and runs her hands down my thick chest, my rounded belly, and around to my lower back before she crouches at my feet. We shift the shower head so it doesn’t wet her hair, and she washes grass and mud off my tattooed leg. She moves to my other leg before carefully cleaning my feet, so I don’t lose balance with only one arm.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?”

I nod, incapable of speech. Having Daisy take care of me, matter of fact, with quiet questions asking what I want and being careful of my shoulder, I fall more in love with her. I feel her love with her gentle touches and small smiles, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt as content as I do now, standing in the shower with her, a recently dislocated shoulder and put on the sidelines until I recover. None of it matters when she’s here. When we’re both here.

“Are you okay sitting on the floor? I can’t reach without getting shampoo in your eyes and that’s the worst feeling in the world.” She helps me sit on the tiles and squirts shampoo in her hand.

“I don’t think it’s worse than being tackled.”

“It’s a different kind of bad. You never expect to get shampoo in your eye until it happens and you can’t see and you feel like your eyeball is being burned out.” Her fingers dig into my scalp and massage slowly through the strands.

My head falls back against her tummy and a soft groan escapes me. The last of the tension melts from me, and I nuzzle her skin as my eyes fall shut. Water smooths over my scalp, and her hand cups my forehead so shampoo doesn’t get in my eyes.

She repeats the process and taps my good shoulder. “Now for the hard part, my lovely. Up you get, and I’ll explain what we’ll do.”

I stand, and she turns my back to the water so she’s blocked from it. Goosebumps spread across her skin and her pink nipples tighten, but she doesn’t let me shift to allow warm water to hit her body.

“I’ll wash your good side first and then we’ll tackle the other.” She wiggles her brows at me until I roll my eyes at her pun and she continues, “You’re going to straighten your arm until it hangs at your side and bend over. Then I’ll do a super quick clean and back into sling position you’ll go. Ready?”

“Go for it.”

She grabs more soap and rubs from my wrist to my arm, lifts it, and rubs soap briskly under my arm, which is slightly humiliating but weirdly makes me want to kiss her. The bright lights highlight her freckles, and the damp hair around her face is frizzing more and I want to curl it around my finger and smooth it down.

“Okay, let’s try this.”

We slowly move my arm into the position she wants it with minimal pain and she washes my injured side quickly. Then I’m back in sling position and there’s only one place she hasn’t cleaned. Just thinking about it turns the comforting atmosphere hot with tension and heat spreads through me as I take in her slick, naked body.

“I don’t have to. You could try with your good arm,” she suggests and finally slides her eyes down my body to take me in.

“No, you can do it.” I wait until she looks at me again. “And then we could do the fun stuff you mentioned.”

“You feeling up to that?” She bites her lip and glances at my shoulder.

“I’m fine. Won’t be able to move much, though,” I say regretfully, but the thought of her moving above me, sinking down on me while I watch, is enough for my dick to stir with interest.

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