Page 62 of Loved Out Loud
I grab the blankets covering her and pull them back. “I’d be a fool to say no to that.”
Her legs are bare, so I walk over to her bag and riffle through it to find a pair of shorts for her to slip on. She wobbles as she pushes to her feet, so I take the shorts back from her and kneel at her feet to help her step into them.
“Put your hand on my shoulder for balance,” I instruct her. I do my best to ignore how close I am to her delicious cunt, but it’s proving to be a problem as my asshole of dick twitches against my leg.
“This is so embarrassing,” she grumbles.
“No.” I stand and press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve been in way more embarrassing spots than this before. Just ask Xan and Tobias.” I pause and rethink that. “Actually, forget I said that.”
She chuckles then whimpers. “My face hurts.”
“Yeah, you’ve got a bruise on your cheek. Do you know how it happened?”
“Nope. Everything was such a blur.” She stumbles, but I grab her before she can fall.
Fuck this. I’ll carry her to my room. I bend down and lift her into my arms.
“You’re going to?—”
“I swear if you say hurt myself by picking you up I’m gonna lose my mind.”
She drops her head against my shoulder and sniffs at my neck. “How do you smell so good when you’re so sweaty and gross? It’s annoying.”
“You must like my pheromones.”
The fact that she doesn’t argue with me is a win I’ll take. I set her down while I pull out the keycard to unlock my door. She sways but stays upright. Surprisingly she lets me guide her to the bedroom without fussing.
“I’ll be back out in three minutes tops.” I pull the covers back and watch as she pushes her shorts down her legs and then pulls her sweatshirt over her head, dropping it beside them. I hate myself for getting hard.
“Don’t let anyone in here. I don’t want them to see my scars.” She pulls the covers up to her shoulders, and her eyes fall shut instantly.
I watch her until her breathing evens out and then walk into the en suite bathroom. A hot shower would be best for my muscles, but a cold shower is what I need to get my dick under control. The cold spray hits me as I suck in a breath and wet my hair. I told her three minutes, and I’m done in ninety seconds.
It works though, my cock is sadly shrunken. Serves him right for being a prick. My phone vibrates with a text from Darren telling me he’s at the door to my room with Jade.
I walk past a lightly snoring Hazel and close the door behind me. Neither of them are bothered by me answering the door in nothing but a low slung towel, pretty sure they’ve seen me in much worse a state.
“How is she?” Darren surprises me by asking about Hazel before launching into business.
“She’s okay, kinda loopy and out of it, but she’s sleeping now.”
“Good. Luckily for us, the idiot you punched just wanted a bunch of signed merchandise and two grand. He signed an NDA on the spot and holds no ill will.”
If I had my way, he wouldn’t have gotten anything, but I keep my mouth shut.
“Dan is fine. He’s worried about Hazel, though. I’d expect a knock on your door early tomorrow morning,” Jade says.
I nod. “That’s fine.” I know I’m not angry with him, and I’m sure no one else is either.
“We’re going to push back our departure until noon tomorrow. I think we all could use a morning to sleep in. Plus we don’t have to be in Indianapolis until the following day. We have flexibility.” Darren claps a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? Physically, mentally, whatever?”
“I’m fine.” I hold his stare until he sees what he needs to in my gaze and nods.
“In that case I’m going to go check on Xan and Tobias. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Jade waits until he’s gone. “How is she?”
