Page 39 of Chasing Storm

Sean gives me a wink, and Kara comes over to help me back to the bed.

Leo apologizes to Joey, and says to Sean and Kara, “We have enough of rooms for the two of you. You’re all more than welcome to stay.”

Sean responds, “Thanks, but I think Kara and I should get back. The house is up for sale, and we need to be there to let potential buyers in.”

The doctor comes in, followed by a nurse and a wheelchair. He gives me wound care instructions that go right over my head, prescriptions, and wishes me well. The nurse brings over the wheelchair while Joey assists me into it. Instead of the nurse pushing me to the exit, Joey takes hold of the handles without a word. At the hospital main doors, we say our goodbyes to Sean and Kara, and Leo pulls in front to take us to his house.

I’m exhausted by the time we get to Leo’s and I nap. The early hints of dusk, a sorbet stretched across the horizon, leak through the blinds. It’s the simple things like this that have me smiling.

Forgetting about my injury, I stretch and cry out in pain. Within seconds, Joey is at my side.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m stupid. I stretched.”

He flips over the sheets, pulls up my shirt, and checks the dressing. Blood hasn’t seeped through, which is a sign I didn’t rip any stitches.

“I want a shower.”

Joey picks me up as I tell him I can walk. He brings me into the washroom and sits me on the side of the tub. Checking the shower for all the essentials, he undresses me and then himself. This part, I won’t argue about. A naked Joey is a sight to behold. While he gets things ready, my eyes roam over his salacious body. If I bounced a coin off his ass, it would ricochet across the room. He bends over to get towels, and lucky me gets a full view of his balls hanging between his legs. I can suck on those musk scented ornaments with a hint of bergamot for hours. To soak in the effects it has on Joey while I feast on them. He turns around and his cock is pointing right at me. I’m sore and tired from all that’s happened, but my body still reacts to his.

Our eyes meet, and I lick my lips. “Now this is worth showering for.”

Joey’s gorgeous laugh has my pussy clenching and watering.

He points to his dick. “This happens when I’m around you.” I almost have it in my hand before he scoots back. “No way, little lady. While you’re recuperating, it will probably be the only time I deny you my dick.” And then he gives me that panty melting smile. “Just wait. Once the doctor gives the okay, I’ll be fucking you into next month.”

I sigh. “Promises. Promises.”

In the shower, Joey has me stand, my wound farthest away from the showerhead. He washes my hair and every inch of me, taking his time massaging the areas, and I moan throughout. Toweling me off, he dresses me in some warm sweats, places me on the bed, and shimmies socks on my feet. Moving has caused the pain to escalate, so he lays me back on the pillows.

“I’ll get your pain medication.”

I open my legs and say, “There are other ways you can take my mind off the pain?” He lets out a shaky laugh, glancing over his shoulder. “No one ever comes into the room without knocking.”

It’s convincing enough for him to lie on his side, propping his head up with his arm, and slipping a hand into my sweats. Of course, he didn’t put underwear on me, so it’s easy access. His fingers slide between my folds and my eyes flutter. This feels…I can’t even find the word. I’m soaking, and when he dips a finger inside, finger fucking me, I move my hips in succession with his hand. My stomach hurts as my breathing picks up, but I don’t care. This is sensational. Joey’s hand moves fast, lowering my sweats as he drives his finger inside me. Dipping down, his tongue batters my clit. That, combined with his curled finger inside me, has me coming fast and hard. My body clenches from the orgasm and throbbing of my wound, yet it was worth it. Legs twitch, body relaxes, and I’m in dreamland.

Chapter 16

Once we arrive at Leo’s, I get Teagan comfortable, helping her release her sexual tension, and leave her sleep. Downstairs I find Isabella cradling Maya on the couch, scrolling through her phone. When she sees me, she gestures to the couch for me to take a seat.

“How’s Teagan?”

“Out cold.”

“Can I get you anything?”

I shake my head. Without warning, she unbuttons her blouse, and I catch a peek of her nipple as she starts breastfeeding the baby. My head snaps in the other direction. She laughs and I close my eyes, envisioning Teagan breastfeeding our baby. Her beautiful hair cascading over her shoulders. The baby elevated and sucking her dark, pebbled nipple while I watch, mesmerized by their bonding.

“You can turn back. I’m covered.”

My throat clears and I return my attention to her. One thing’s for sure, I’d never let Teagan breastfeed in front of a guy. If she must, she’ll definitely be covered, even if I have to use my body as shelter. This makes me flinch, thinking about how I didn’t shield her from the shooting. Every time I see her in pain or try to mask it, it’s as if someone rolled a boulder over my chest. It constricts my breathing. This dirty environment reached out its tentacles, harming one of the most precious persons in my life. I brought this on her. Sometimes, I could kick myself for giving in and letting her go on the run with me.

“Joey?”

Isabella’s voice snaps me out of my self-pity. “Uh, yeah…”

She laughs. “Uh, yeah, what? You don’t even know what I asked.”

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