The Penalty Box - Teagan Kade Page 0,56
there will be a permanent injury that should prevent me from playing hockey, which is good news. Nothing is certain, however.
All I want to do is go home, but Linnea won’t hear of it. It’s kind of nice, actually, having her at my bedside. She promises to take care of me the next few days until I’m discharged. It’s an offer I’m happy to accept.
*
It's been a long, hard road, but finally, two weeks later, I’m headed home.
One of the hospital staff is waiting there with a wheelchair, but I’m not having it. I walk out of there confidant and upright, side by side with Linnea.
There are reporters outside, but I’m in no mood for talking to the press. I just want to get home.
The next few days are more of the same, back to being babied by Linnea and my brothers waiting on me hand and foot, never failing to take a ‘stab’ at a joke or jibe when the situation calls for it. It’s nice, though, having them here, and Linnea.
Soon I’m strong enough to get around the house myself. A nurse comes to check on my wound, tells me it has healed nicely.
It has, I can barely feel it apart from a bit of tenderness around the area and general uncomfortableness—nothing I haven’t experienced before from the rink.
By the end of the week the last of the bandages are removed and I’m somewhat human again.
Everyone’s headed off to the Steam Room tonight, which has left Linnea and me home alone.
We’re on my bed watching Schitt’s Creek, Linnea using her finger to circle where my stitches start. “It’s going to look badass when the stitching comes out.”
“You’ll still love me, even when I’ve got a fault line in my side?”
She purrs and presses up against my side. “It only makes you sexier, dear.”
I put my hand behind my head. “God, I wish I could have you right now.”
“You think you’re ready for sex?”
“Always.”
“The doctor said…”
“I know what the doctor said, but he was talking about your everyday, average patient.”
“Not a superhuman King.”
I smile. “That’s right.”
Linnea considers it. “I see.”
I can tell she’s just as horny. We’ve done some things, had fun in other ways, but sex itself has remained elusive. I can’t bear it any longer.
Linnea reaches for the remote, muting the sound on the TV.
She stands up, tossing the remote onto the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, scooting into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
“Take off your boxers,” she commands.
“Are we doing this?”
“If it takes my fancy, but first, I want to show you something.”
I pull up my knees and strip away my boxers, tossing them into the corner.
Linnea raises an eyebrow at the sight of my cock, lit on and off by the glow of the TV screen. “Why, hello there, stranger.”
“You said you wanted to show me something?”
“Just relax.”
She starts to dance, humming to herself and playing with the hem of her tank top.
“A strip show?”
She nods slowly, biting her lip. “Mmm-hmm.”
She turns and shakes her butt, twerking at me. The silky PJ shorts she’s wearing leave little to the imagination as it is, but when she peels them down, the beautiful white of her ass on show, my cock stiffens to breaking point.
She hops out of them, twirls them around on her finger, whipping them around and against the far wall.
The TV illuminates her bare pussy, lets it blink on and off.
She plays with the hem of her top again, tugging it back and forth, letting her legs drift apart. She dips, squatting and getting back up, top straining against the weight of her breasts.
“Do you want to me to take it off?”
I nod, enjoying the game.
Slowly, painfully slowly, she lifts the top up and away, her breasts rising and then bouncing back into position when her arms fall and she stands there, completely naked, before me.
Heavy need is already pulsing through me. I feel it between my legs, that longing for relief only a tight pussy can provide.
My eyes trace down her body and I can tell the feeling is mutual. She looks unhinged, equally desperate.
I watch as she traces a fingertip up and over her thigh. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.
“Anything?” I query.
“Anything, but first you have to wait.”
I don’t know if I can. Already it’s taking all my willpower not to leap across the room and fuck her right there on the floor.
She runs her fingers over her bare skin, lets one wander