Page 26 of Lucky Laces
Another semi-shrug.“Freak accident.Could finish that play a thousand more times and I’d be fine.”
Her gaze fixes me in place.“And a strained groin, a broken ankle, three fake teeth, more stitches on your cheek and your eyebrowandglue across the bridge of your nose.”
Warmth through my chest, making it just a little bit hard to breathe.“That’s hockey,” I say through the tightness.
“It sure is.”
“How’d you know about all that anyway?”
A pause.A flicker in her eyes I don’t understand.
Thensheshrugs.“Just doing my job.”
Right.Her job.
She can recite my injuries from the last five seasons because she’s good at her job and does her research and cares about her players.
That’s it.
I need to remember that.
I squirm again.
“You’re hurting,” she murmurs.
“Just some debris behind me?—”
Almost before the words are out of my mouth, she’s using the light on her phone to find the debris—tiny shards of plastic and glass—then helping me shift so she can check the carpet beneath me.
“Dee—”
“If we’re in this for the long haul then I need a place to rest too.”
If she’d said anything else, I would have kept protesting, but she’s right.Especially since she’s in her bra and the scraps of her T-shirt are wrapped around my leg.
God, she’s got a great rack.
If she wants to climb on top again, give me a view of those tits bouncing as she take me deep, I’m sure I can find a way to make both of us to feel good.
Christ.
I’m a sick fuck.
But leave it to my dick to still be functional even with a debilitating injury.
“Oh!”she exclaims.“I found it!”She holds up a small black bag and I frown.“Ibuprofen,” she explains, unzipping it and pulling out a palm-sized white bottle.“And I think—” A grunt as she shoves her rolling chair back and then yanks at something.“Yes!”
Her backpack is covered in dust, but the water bottle is still tucked into the side pocket.
She grins and retrieves it with a flourish then comes back over to me, shaking a couple pills into her hand and offering them to me.
I take them, start to sit up then freeze, grinding my teeth together.
Fuck.
Maybe I couldn’t make us both feel good after all.
“Here,” she says softly, slipping an arm beneath my shoulders, gently easing me up enough to swallow the pills down.“Good?”
