By the time Brett was out of recovery and we were able to see him, it was past ten so neither Nora nor I minded when Brett insisted that we go home for the night. I felt terrible leaving him, but according to him he planned on asking the nurse for a double dose of pain meds and sleeping until his leg was healed. The surgeon had talked to him briefly, but was saving the full conversation about rebuilding his knee until he was fully conscious and able to make a clear-headed decision. Getting back on a dirt bike and back in freestyle champion form was going to be an uphill battle.
“Please go home,” he’d said when he saw Nora struggling to keep her eyes open and me barely able to hold a conversation. The day had been emotionally draining, to say the least, but seeing Brett awake had made me feel a little bit better, and I knew that Nora was glad to be there with me even if she wasn’t saying much.
Georgia had left a little while earlier, but promised to stop by the next day. Brett hadn’t said much about what they talked about, but it looked like Georgia was shaken up when she left. That seemed to be the only thing that he was excited about, not to mention his mom and dad were going to fly in the next morning. Between Georgia and his mother I was sure he’d be well taken care of.
“I’ll stop back by in the morning,” I told him. “I’m real sorry this happened to you,” I apologized for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“It wasn’t your fault, RT.” He gave me a groggy, medically altered smile. “Probably a good thing it was me, anyway. You’re probably too much of a pussy to handle this kind of pain.”
“That’s real easy to say when you’re speed clicking that morphine, Sally,” I’d laughed.
Nora leaned over and kissed his cheek before we left, barely saying two words. I could see the guilt she was carrying. It was the same as mine. Brett was hurt because of Beau, and Beau was acting like a jackass because of Nora and me. Even if Brett seemed to not be placing blame, I think we were both pointing the finger at ourselves.
I’d meant it when I said I was going to make it my mission to ruin Beau. The second my guys figured out exactly what went wrong with that bike, it would be over for Gregurich. I had a pretty good idea of exactly what I wanted to do. I’d been thinking about it since before the accident actually, but I wanted to talk to Nora first.
I was pissed that she went to his shop by herself, but this whole team mentality thing she’d mentioned—about us being in this together and protecting each other, was pretty fucking fantastic. God, I loved her. I didn’t think it was possible to love her more, but then I heard her telling Gregurich off and if I hadn’t been so consumed with the desire to beat his head against the wall I probably would have bent her over that desk and showed her just how sexy it was that she had my back.
“We’re home, baby,” I said, waking her gently. She’d fallen asleep on the short drive back to my place. Because we were both exhausted and Georgia took her car home, I’d driven us in her car from the hospital.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep,” she mumbled. She looked so cute with her tired eyes squinting as the dome light turned on when we opened the doors.
“It’s been a long day.” We walked into up the front steps of the porch and I unlocked the door. I opened the door and swept her up into my arms, cradling her legs and her back. She looped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest. “How about that shower?”
“Sounds fantastic.”
After locking the door behind us and carrying her up the stairs, I sat her down on the bathroom counter and turned on the bathtub faucet and pulled the shower lever. As the water heated, I took my time kissing her lips and neck as I pulled her shirt over her head. She returned the favor as I stood between her legs.
Between Brett and Beau and everything else that we’d talked about that day, neither of us were particularly chatty. The feel of our skin against each other’s as hot water cascaded over us seemed to be good enough. It was something I’d never get tired of, that was for sure.
“I love you so fucking much,” I said as I backed her up against the shower wall. Every curve of her body was made for me. Was made for my hand and my mouth to touch and cherish. I’d thought I’d had every freckle, every scar, every inch of her memorized before, but with the second chance I was given with her, I was learning to appreciate everything a little bit more. I was noticing things I hadn’t in the past, like how if I kissed her right above the tiny mole on her chest, she would moan and thrust her tits forward into my body. And, if I ran the tip of my cock through her center, she’d find a way to open up for me. That night, she propped one foot up on the side of the tub and invited me to touch her.
“Please,” she said, when I didn’t immediately fill her. I wanted to, believe me, but in my haste to get her naked and in my arms, I’d forgotten to grab a condom from my room.
“I don’t have anything,” I said, replacing my dick with my fingers to satisfy her instead. She moaned instantly as I thrust two fingers inside of her. “We’ll have to wait.” I worked my thumb over her clit as the water continued to spray down on me. Her skin was pebbled from being out of the stream and into the cold air. I did my best to keep her warm, covering her body with mine as I continued to touch her.
“We don’t have to wait,” she insisted between labored breaths. “I want you. Now.”
“But—”
“I’m good,” she told me. “I’m on the pill.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, not wanting to let my excitement get the best of me. The idea of feeling her with nothing between us had my cock steely with possibility. I wanted to bury myself and fuck her until I couldn’t see straight. Which wouldn’t take long considering I knew just how tight and hot she’d be when I felt her with my bare skin.
“Yes,” she cried out, as I hooked my fingers forward, stroking her most sensitive spot. “God, yes.”
I grabbed her thigh and pulled her leg up around my waist and thrust into her, bracing one arm on the wall to make sure we didn’t slip. I took her mouth with mine and tried to balance my focus between her kiss and the feel of the walls of her pussy tightening around me. It was too much. She was too much.
“Jesus, Nora, this feels good,” I told her, resting my head against hers and circling my hips to go deeper. I’d willingly torture myself with the pleasure of her any day of the week.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. I didn’t want to, but if I didn’t slow down, it was going to be over for me before she was done.
“I have to,” I said, slowing my pace.
“No,” she said. “I want to feel you come. Keep going.” She latched her hand around my neck and pulled my face to hers. “Keep fucking me.”
The fire in her eyes and the words spilling from her lips before she’d kissed me was all the go ahead I needed. I drove into her hard and fast until I felt my restraint fade and I came harder than I ever had before. As soon as I finished, I dropped my forehead against hers.
“I’m sorry, baby.” The regret I felt for not bringing her to climax was instantaneous. “I tried to hold back. You just felt so damn good and then you told me to keep going. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she said with a satisfied grin. “I wanted you to feel good. And, watching you is the next best thing.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I told her as I switched our positions, placing her under the hot water. As she tilted her head back to wet her hair, I soaped up my hands and began washing her body. Lathering her skin was the least I could do. As I watched the water cascade over her skin and wash the bubbles away, I could already feel my cock pulsing for round two.
As soon as we were clean and dried off, I led her to the bedroom and quickly pulled the towels from our body. Climbing into bed with her, I dragged my tongue down her damp skin until I was positioned between her legs and able to lick through her center.