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“Did you get my text?” he asked.

I nodded. “Did you get my reply?”

He shook his head and promptly demonstrated just how puffy that cloud was. He tried to make some serious moves on me from a freaking hospital bed.

We had to wait a solid two hours before the hospital cleared him for discharge. Various members of his family stopped in to check on him while we waited. I even tried to get bossy and move it along, but there wasn’t much I could do. Hospitals were like a tunnel. Once you were in it, you just had to go through it to get to the other side. I was beyond relieved when I could take him home with me.

I stopped by the pharmacy to pick up the medication Dr. Jackson had prescribed for pain.

A few hours later, I was so happy to have Wyatt propped up on pillows in my bed, I was almost giddy from it.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Wyatt

“No.” Rosie stared at me from the foot of the bed, her arms akimbo. Her expression was implacable. “You can’t do that, Wyatt. Every time you put too much weight on that foot, you potentially risk messing up the set. You’re a big guy.”

“I thought you liked the fact that I’m a big guy,” I pointed out.

“I do, but in this case, it means there’s more weight to put on it because there’s more of you. I will be right back with a cup of coffee and your crutches,” she said, her eyes narrowing.

I grinned as I watched her walk briskly out of the bedroom. A moment later, she returned.

She handed me a mug of coffee and held out my pain medication.

I shook my head. “You can make me use crutches, but I’m done with that pain medication. It makes me feel tired and out of it. Dr. Jackson said I could try alternating ibuprofen and acetaminophen instead.”

Rosie pressed her lips together. “Wyatt?—”

I reached for her hand and reeled her close to me. When her knees hit the edge of the mattress, I gave a tug, and she tumbled half across me. “Wyatt!”

“Sweetheart, I’m fine. In fact…” I rocked my hips up into her. Her belly had landed right across that part of me.

Her eyes widened.

“I’ll be in a better mood,” I cajoled.

I could tell she wanted to argue the point, but I slid my hand over her bottom. She was wearing a loose pair of sweatpants, and I promptly discovered she was also wearing no panties when my hand met the silky, soft skin of her bottom.

“Wyatt,” she said weakly when I teased my fingers between her thighs from behind.

I slid one finger across her opening, which was slippery wet. “I’ll let you do all the work, sweetheart.”

“Wyatt…” she moaned when I sank two fingers inside her. She pushed back into my touch.

“Just ride me,” I murmured as I dusted kisses on the back of her neck and pumped my fingers in and out of her tight little pussy.

A moment later, she sat astride me. I was so desperate for her that precum was already rolling out and down along my shaft.

“We’re gonna have to make it quick, sweetheart. It’s been too long,” I rasped when she rose, and I positioned myself at her entrance.

She let out a satisfied little hum as she sank down over me. She gave me exactly what I wanted until she was crying out, and her pussy clenched around my cock. My release rushed through me like a fast storm.

Rosie curled against me, soft and warm, a few minutes later. I took a deep breath, letting it out with a sigh as I whispered, “I love you, Rosie.”

She lifted her eyes to meet mine. “It’s a good thing we never got divorced.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

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