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“Remember, Mrs. Stoll, do not allow him to do anything on the list of don’ts or anything you feel is too strenuous.”
Killian watched as Journee looked at the nurse, confused for a moment before smiling at her, and he wondered if she’d forgotten Axel’s lie. She’d told him Axel and Ace both lied about their relations to him to see him that first week.
“Of course,” Journee responded, and the nurse handed the folder to her. He took her hand in his as they stood, and they bid the nurse goodbye as they left.
He was more than happy to be out of there as he slid into the backseat of Thomas’ car after Journee. He was sure she expected him to sit in the front, but he could admit he felt a bit needy and clingy.
When they made it to his condo, his mother came out and helped them unload everything. He took the small suitcase from Journee, only to have her take it back and give him a look that told him he should know better. Killian refrained from smirking as he followed behind her.
Once everything was placed where it needed to go, he was grateful that Thomas told his mother that he needed time to decompress and that she could check on him again in a few days. Killian could see the protest in his mom’s eyes, but it didn’t go past her lips when Journee promised to take good care of him the entire time. Instead, she smiled at Journee and pulled her into a hug.
He was pulling his sling off when Journee turned her attention to him from closing the door behind his parents.
“What are you doing?” she asked, quickly eliminating the space between them. “You’re supposed to leave that on for another week.”
“The dislocation has healed; I’ve been in this longer than necessary. I need to move it around, or it’s going to be sore longer than necessary.”
“And your wrist?” Journee inquired, crossing her arms over her chest.
Killian looked down at it. “It’s been four weeks. It obviously wasn’t that bad of a fracture if they didn’t put a cast on it while I was out and only gave me a wrist splint once I woke up.”
“I don’t think you should take it off.”
“I’m okay, Tigress. I promise.”
Journee sighed. “Fine, but,” she started, holding her finger up and pointing at him. “You need to remember that there are things you can’t do, and you are also not superhuman. You can leave the sling off, but I swear if I have to get into a back and forth with you about other things you know you shouldn’t be doing, you aren’t going to like it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Killian responded, smiling at her. He went to pull her into his arms, but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“I’m serious, Killian. I want you to heal and be at one hundred percent with as few complications as possible. If that means us butting heads and arguing when I won’t let you pick up a suitcase, do pull-ups, or do anything that could hurt you, so be it.”
“I know, baby.” When he pulled her to his chest, she didn’t stop him this time. “I won’t do anything that will jeopardize my recovery or worry you.”
When she nodded, Killian leaned down and kissed her lips softly. He meant what he said; if he thought something might slow down his recovery or worry her, he wouldn’t do it. He didn’t want them arguing about something that could be avoided, to begin with.
“Now,” he started when they pulled away. “Since I finally have you alone. I want to sit on this couch, watch whatever movies interest us, order takeout, and ignore the rest of the world.”
“I like the sound of that,” Journee responded. “Is it selfish that I enjoyed when everyone was gone at the hospital, and it was just the two of us, even though you weren’t conscious? That I liked having you all to myself that way?” she asked as they sat on the couch together.
“No, because I’ve told you once to be selfish with my time. I didn’t mean just then.”
Killian handed Journee the remote and took out his phone to order food. He wasn’t sure who’d brought his phone, but Slate had given it to him the day after he’d awakened. They’d ensured he hadn’t had to eat hospital food, and he was grateful for that. Now, he wanted to order from his favorite Mexican restaurant and enjoy it while he took his own advice and was selfish with Journee’s time.
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Three days. All it took was three days of Killian being home before Journee felt like she was thrust into whatever the sexual version of theHunger Gameswould have been called. He’d started that morning with soft touches and sweet kisses, and Journee had enjoyed them. She’d let her guard down because that was how he’d started the previous mornings, and he hadn’t tried anything.
However, that morning, his hand ghosted down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties; she’d grabbed his wrist, stopping him. She half expected him to protest, but when he didn’t and gave her a few more pecks before getting out of bed, Journee thought she was safe. She’d thought wrong.
His second attempt at seducing her came as she’d been making breakfast. He’d walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and began to pepper kisses down her jaw, behind her ear, then finally to her neck, where his lips latched onto that sensitive spot right in the middle. He sucked it, pulling her back against him before biting it and pulling a gasp from her. Killian’s right hand had traveled up her stomach and taken the weight of her breast into his hand before she could tell him to behave.
Again, he hadn’t protested, just gave her neck one final kiss and released her, going to pull plates from the cabinet.
The third attempt had come while she’d been looking over some decorations for an event she was planning. Her business was still closed, but she’d booked this last year. She’d planned a baby shower for the woman’s daughter, and that day on the spot, she’d put down a deposit to have Journee plan her sixtieth birthday party, which was also going to be a Mother’s Day bash.
She’d been so focused on that and still thinking he was doing some of the approved exercises for his shoulder that she hadn’t realized he was standing behind her as she sat at his island. It wasn’t until he slipped his hand down the side of her shorts that she realized, jumping in surprise. He ran his nails over her skin and leaned down, taking her earlobe between his teeth. Journee had no intentions of letting him get any further and reminded him he needed to behave.
Now, they were lying on the couch as he lay between her legs, one hanging off the side. His head was on her stomach as she ran her fingers through his thick black tresses, and they watched some horror movie. Her guard was up by this point, and every little move he made had her turning her attention to him momentarily, but he hadn’t tried anything yet.
