Page 34 of Love Me Back
My brother, always willing to do the bidding of a beautiful woman, proudly stood at the end of my bed, facing Jessie. She stood in front of him and bent slightly, wrapping her arms around his legs just below his ass. Which put her head too fucking close to his junk.
“What the f—” My question was cut off by surprise as Jessie lifted him off the ground and all but tossed him on the bed.
“Jesus Christ, did you see that?” my brother asked, still lying on the bed with his head turned in my direction.
“Get the fuck out.”
Jessie lifted an eyebrow at me in defiance as Emerson scrambled from the bed. His laughter followed him down the hall as he called out to our sister. No doubt to tell her what Jessie just accomplished.
“Fine.”
“There’s a word no human ever wants to hear.” Her mumbling made me grin. She wasn’t wrong. But it was the best that I could do. I still wasn’t convinced she could help me into this bed. At least not without getting hurt.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Lift yourself with your arms.” When I did, she stepped in front of me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Let go,” she ordered. Only I couldn’t do it. If I let go, I would fall. Falling backward meant her arms would get caught between me and thechair. Forward meant she would be crushed beneath me when we hit the floor. “Grayson, let go.”
“Put me down.”
She pulled away, and I sat back in the chair. “You’re too small.”
“I am not going to lift you the way I did Emerson. I am only giving you stability to turn your body to the bed. I’ve done this with bigger men than you.”
My scoff made her angry.
“Fine, sleep in the damn chair.” She turned and headed for the door.
“Jessie, stop! I’m sorry.”
She didn’t turn around. She didn’t look over her shoulder. Instead, she stood in the doorway, her back ramrod straight, and spoke, “You said you would let me help.”
“I’m trying.”
“You’re not!” She spun around, waving her arms in the air. “I get it; you don’t trust me. But I’m what you have. So make up your mind, Grayson, because I won’t stay where I’m not wanted. I’ll give Addie back her money, and I’ll leave.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her eyes softened, and her shoulders slumped. All the fight left her body as she walked over to me. “I’m not some fragile piece of china that has to be put on a shelf and admired from far away. I spent years studying and learning how to do things like this.”
Her eyes pleaded with me. If I had any chance of winning her over—if I got my legs back—then I had to take a chance.
“Okay.” I lifted myself up off the seat, and when she wrapped her arms around my waist, I let go of the chair.
“Now straighten your back.” For a brief moment, I stood on my feet, with Jessie wrapped around my body, and I got a glimpse of what forever could be. She spun me, and when my ass hit the bed, I wrapped my arms around her and fell back, taking her with me.
Chapter Thirteen
Jessie
I was lying on a bed, on top of Grayson Powell. Neither of us moved as we stared at each other. Well, one of us was moving, and it sure as hell wasn’t me. The hard length pushing against my stomach answered the question I was afraid to ask.
When my eyes widened, he smiled. “I won’t apologize.”
I scrambled off him, and he groaned when my hand accidentally landed on his... bulge.
Don’t look at me that way; it was an accident!
“Scoot back onto the bed,” I said as I lifted one of his legs and laid it on the mattress, followed by the other leg. “Not too far, you need to lie flat on your back.”
