Page 73 of Playing the Game
I’m the luckiest man alive.
Just as the thought passes, she goes down on me with another moan.
“That’s it. Just like that.” My abdomen tightens. “I’m fucking close, temptress.”
She groans and sucks harder. That’s all it takes to catapult me out of this world. Threads of cum shoot over her tongue and down her throat.
She takes every last drop like she can’t get enough. I spasm when she licks the crown of my dick.
Her pleased gaze comes to mine as she pulls away. “Better?”
“Much.” My entire body relaxes as I smile at the goddess I worship. “How about you help me find a comfortable position and snuggle up with me? We can take a nap and get some rest.”
She stands with love flowing from her eyes. “I’d like that.”
“Me too. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about doing this while you were sitting next to me in the hospital.”
“So that’s what your grumpy attitude has been about.” She bends down and gets my boxer briefs, laughing under her breath. “You were sexually frustrated. I hope you can chill out now.”
“Yeah, yeah. It wasn’t just that.”
She holds my briefs at my feet. “Here. Step into these and I’ll pull them up.”
I roll my eyes. “Nothing like sucking up all my manhood.”
“Stop it. You need my help.”
I relent and let her assist me with removing my shirt and helping me under the covers. She works herself into one of my T-shirts, then climbs in next to me.
She’s careful as she nestles up to the side of me that isn’t injured, and we settle in for an afternoon nap. She hasn’t left my side for more than an hour. The hospital even let her sleep on a tiny bed that pulled out from a couch in my room.
My love for her grows—more than I thought possible. I’m grateful I took a bullet for her because I would’ve lost her if I hadn’t.
The thought alone is enough to kill me. I can’t imagine my life without her.
My mind wanders, playing different scenarios of the future where Dori and I have it easy. I visualize a time when we’re free from all our obstacles and love flows with ease.
For the first time, I have hope we’ll get there. I’m pulled into a slumber a few moments later.
Excruciating pain wakes me about an hour later. I should’ve listened to Dori and taken my medicine.
She lies beside me, breathing heavy and rhythmic, and her eyelids twitch like she’s in a REM state. I know she must be exhausted, so I allow her to sleep.
I slide out of bed as gracefully and quietly as I can. It’s not easy because every part of my torso feels like I’m ripping it apart piece by piece. I grunt and still myself at least ten times before I’m out of my bedroom.
I drag myself to the kitchen to get my medication. As I’m reaching into the refrigerator to get a soda, something vibrates on the counter.
I glance over to see Dori’s phone, its screen illuminated with an incoming message. She hasn’t spent much time on the phone, so I’m curious who it’s from.
Hunter’s name appears, and my stomach tightens as my chest burns. He’ll never leave her alone. I push out a fake laugh.
How can he when they work together?
Dori comes into the kitchen, yawning. “I think I could’ve slept for another two hours.”
“Don’t let me stop you. If you need to rest, I can manage on my own.”
“I’m not letting you take care of yourself. Go sit on the couch and I’ll bring you everything you need.”
