“You couldn’t,” I said, wondering how the fuck to not show off my hard dick if I moved. “Are you in pain?”
She shook her head. “I uh… I can’t get… oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I can’t get my t-shirt off, or my bra.” Jesus fuck. She wanted helpundressing, while I was wondering how not to poke her fucking eye out with my dick. My fingers itched to touch her, but this wasn’t a fucking booty call, she just needed my help.
“Uh… you can’t do that magic thing women do, when they pull their bra off under their clothes, and break men’s hearts in the process?” Her lips twitched and a soft giggle escaped.
“I… It’s easy with two hands, but I don’t know. Can you be my hands?” I know I didn’t hold back my groan this time. She wanted my fucking hands? I wanted my hands on her, in fact, fuck that, I wanted her on my face, on my cock, and under me, all fucking night.
I must have stared at her in silence for too long, because she cleared her throat and started backing away.
“It was wrong to ask you, I’m sorry. Especially after how weird I was being with you earlier. I’m sorry. I’ll be fine, I’ll see you in the morning.”Shit. I half scrambled out of bed, before I realised I’d be flashing her.
“Hang on, Soph, dammit, will you stop?” I grabbed my discarded sweatpants and forced myself into them, tucking my dick in as best I could, so I could follow her down the hallway.
Eleven
Iignoredhiscallsout to me as I hurried back to my room, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment, and yeah, rejection too. Crazy, right? I wasn’t trying to get in his pants, but I felt like I’d tried and been rebuffed. I pushed my door closed, resigned to my fate of sleeping in an uncomfortable underwired bra, but a second later, my door crashed open, making me jump, and spin on my heels.
“Jesus, Soph, you drive me crazy sometimes. Will you just let me help you?” He was deliciously bare-chested, something I’d obviously noticed when I intruded on him in his room, and his tattoos drew my eye, the Godless Warriors one on his chest, and a curious blacked out patch on his upper arm, and the tribal markings around his other bicep.
“Soph, for fuck’s sake, come here. I’ll help you get naked.” I gasped, and my eyes met his, to see him wink at me. “Come on, babe, you must know I’d do anything for you at this point. How are we doing this?” He reached for the hem of my t-shirt, his fingers brushing against my thighs, and I shuddered, as it felt just as amazing as I’d expected, but he froze.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t be touching you without your consent. Jesus, babe, I’ll back off, but you came to me for help.”
“I didn’t… my god,it felt nice, okay, but don’t read into that. I’m not trying to entice you, I’m just really tired and I can’t sleep in this.” Lowell’s jaw clenched slightly and he nodded, a single jerky movement.
“Right, let’s get your good arm out first, I’ll lift as you pull it in.” He easily guided me out of the t-shirt, by getting it over my working arm and head, so he could carefully ease it over my injured wrist. He tossed the t-shirt at my laundry pile in the corner, and turned back to me, his eyes instantly dropping to my boobs, encased in a silvery grey lace bra. He swallowed hard, dragging his eyes back up to mine with a sheepish grin.
“Sorry. I’m just a man, we don’t have the ability not to look at tits. You need uh… need help with this too?” Was that hope in his eyes now, or was I just reading into everything, even though I’d just warned him not to.
“I do, but is that too much?” I knew I was chewing on my poor lip, but I was shy and awkward, and he looked like he wanted to eat me up, in all the good ways. Lowell cleared his throat, letting out a long slow breath.
“Just don’t look down, and we’re golden, babe.” He reached for me, as I did exactly what he asked me not to, and saw how affected he was by my state of undress.
“Oh!” I gasped, and he groaned.
“You looked, didn’t you? I’m so fucking sorry, babe, I’m only human, and you’re fucking gorgeous, and nearly naked, and Jesus… I’m such a fucking dog.” His hands dropped, and he looked so dejected, even as he tried to adjust those sweatpants, that honestly hid nothing, and highlighted exactly why we women love them so damn much.
“It’s okay, I’m so sorry to ask this of you. If it’s too much-”
“I can control myself, babe, just… do you have any idea how fucking hot you are? If you were interested, I’d show you ways to take your mind off that wrist, and…” he trailed off, dragging a hand over his face. His hands landed on my shoulders, the blazing heat of his skin making me gasp again. He gently guided me around to face away from him, and unclipped my bra in a move so effortless, I was impressed. I let it slide down my chest and shook it off, and then he was guiding me into my long t-shirt I’d laid out to wear in bed.
“There you go, babe, get some sleep, yeah?” By the time I’d turned to look for him, he was at the door.
“Lowell?”
“You’re too good for me,”I think he whispered, but then he lifted a hand.
“Night, babe.” The door closed quietly behind him, and I stared dejectedly at it for a moment. He couldn’t get away from me fast enough, could he? He’d almost started to talk dirty, but he’d stopped. Why? Why did he hold back, and why was it bothering me so much?
Thenextmorning,Iwas woken by a brisk knock on my door and I called out for him to come in, as I tried to sit up, inadvertently leaning on my injured wrist, which I’d blissfully forgotten about, in those first foggy moments of wakefulness. Lowell rushed into my room as I yelled out in pain. He was fully dressed, carrying my favourite tea mug, and something else I couldn’t focus on, as the pain blossomed again.
“Shit, babe, did I make you hurt yourself?”
“Will you stop taking the damn blame for everything?” I snapped, immediately feeling like a bitch, when his entire body froze mid-reach for me.
“Dammit, I’m sorry, Lowell. I guess pain makes me snappy, but you didn’t deserve that.”
He offered me his usual easy grin as he helped me sit up, and tucked my spare pillow behind me. He gently checked my wrist, which was still encased in the removable brace they’d applied last night.