Needing Him - Tory Baker Page 0,5
but I’m going to pinky promise you not to be an asshole.” When he says it like that, I place my pinky beside his, and he wraps his own around mine. It might have only been the meeting of our fingers, but it was enough for me to feel the roughness of his skin compared to mine.
“Truce. Are you ready for me to help you into the shower or redress your bandage?” I ask him.
“Fuck, a shower sounds like a slice of heaven,” he all but moans. These knees of mine, they’re going to be in a state of Jell-O for the whole duration of this process. I already know it.
“Well, let’s get you up and your shoulder wrapped. Did they drop off the shower stool already?”
He stands up. “No need. My shower has a built-in bench. I do need my shoulder wrapped though. There’s no way I can do it one handed.” I follow his lead to what I’m assuming is the kitchen, trying to calm my nerves when I know I’ll be touching his skin and waiting on the other side of the door while he’s naked. Yeah, I’m going to really need a shit ton of strength for this.
Five
Drake
I step into the warm shower, hating like hell that I’m feeling weak, and not from the surgery either. That’s to be expected. No, I’m fucking brittle because having Giana’s flowery scent near me while she was wrapping my shoulder had me wanting to move her hair out of the way to scent her, like I’m some kind of beast in heat. Her soft fingers pressing down on my skin to make sure everything was sealed. I can already tell these next few weeks are going to be a boner-inducing nightmare, and what do you know, my bum arm can’t even help me out with jacking off.
I guess it’s time I learn to be ambidextrous. I get my body wet, trying to keep the water from running down my shoulder. This is going to be a fast shower. If I stay in here too much longer, my cock will never go down from its semi-hard start. I grab the soap and scrub what I can, including my hair. There is nothing worse than smelling like hospital, that’s for damn sure. I rinse off, turn the water off, and grab my towel when I hear a knock on the door. Then the knob is twisting, probably partly caused by me because I kicked the laundry hamper while getting out of the shower. Why my mother thought it should be there, I’ll never understand, and why I haven’t moved it is simply dumb on my part.
“Drake, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I holler back to stop her from coming in, but it’s too late.
“Shit,” Giana stutters out, except her eyes aren’t shut and she isn’t turning around. No, instead, this woman, she’s getting an eyeful of my cock, which finally calmed down. That’s not happening now. Gianna’s tongue licks her upper lip, and I’m fucking toast. I may have come out of anesthesia a mumbling and bumbling mess. I knew though, with everything in me that she was an angel. Little did I know I’d want this angel more than anything.
My mouth gets the best of me. “Have your fill yet?” Christ, I sound like Bridger right now.
“Shit,” she says again before whirling around. Apparently, “shit” is used in her vocabulary a lot.
“You didn’t have to turn around. I thought nurses were supposed to help,” I run my mouth some more to see what she’ll do with the innuendo in my voice.
“I’m screwing this all up. If you cover your, you know, manhood, I’ll be more than happy to help. I can’t say that I’ve done home health, so this is all new to me, and I was not prepared for that.” Her head is bobbing up and down as she blurts all of it out.
“Nah, I’m just being a dick. Once again.” I look down to where I have the towel hiding my hard cock. “I will need your help getting dressed though. Taking my shorts off was easy. Getting them on, that’s a whole other problem.”
“Is it safe to turn around? And I’m not talking about the ‘D’ word.”
“It’s safe,” I groan, not knowing how this is going to work without poking her eye out with my cock.
She whirls around. My body is on full display, minus a certain area. That doesn’t stop her from taking me in.
“Okay, where are your