Page 70 of Secret Puck
He laughs. “Maybe work on the delivery.”
A bead of sweat has formed on my forehead by the time I make it into the apartment, and that’s with Mav carrying my bag.
“Just set it there.” I point to the spot in the living room where our bags usually end up. “I’ll get it tomorrow. Thanks, buddy.”
He grins, knowing exactly why I don’t want him to bring it to my room. Adam went straight to Taryn’s, and Rauthruss heads to his room while I limp to mine. The light’s off, and I wonder how she’s handling the dark. I push open the door and find her sitting on my bed with her laptop; the screen is dimmed but providing a decent amount of soft light.
I flip on the overhead light and she closes the laptop and sits up. As I walk, her eyes narrow in concern. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Bruised ribs.”
She gets on her knees and lifts her hands to touch me.
“Easy.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?”
“I’m fine.”
“Lay down.” Bossy. I can dig.
Gingerly, I sit and then fold over. “I’m pretty sure I’m stuck this way.”
I kick off my shoes, and she lies beside me.
“Shit, I forgot the ice pack.”
“Where is it?” she asks, angling like she’s about to grab it for me.
“I left it in my car.”
“I can get it.”
“Nah, I got it. There’s another in the freezer.” I inch up, but not before Ginny is to her feet and padding to the door.
“Be right back.” She opens it and peers out into the hallway.
“It should be all clear,” I tell her, knowing Rauthruss is almost certainly still on the phone.
She nods and smiles back at me. “Okay. Be right back.”
I manage to get out of my jeans although I think the shirt’s going to have to stay because raising my arms hurts too damn much. I’m adjusting the pillow behind my head when she returns.
She hovers over me, lifts my shirt up to reveal my stomach, and gasps at the angry red and purple skin.
“Don’t think I’m gonna be able to follow through on the hat trick tonight.” I try to laugh, but my ribs dislike that a lot.
“It’s fine. I’ve got my laptop for porn. Can I borrow your hand though?” She holds a serious gaze long enough that my dick starts to get ideas. “Oh my god, I’m kidding.”
“Not a terrible idea though,” I say and then have to clear my throat a few times. Not a terrible idea at all.
However, when she settles the ice on my skin, those ideas disappear pretty quickly.
“Want to watch a movie?” she asks as she gets up and takes her pants off.
Dammit, now I’m getting hard again. My body is so confused. She settles next to me and opens her laptop between us.
“Which one?” She scrolls between two. I’m starting to feel the exhaustion for the day, so I let her pick.
