Page 54 of Elora and the Crow

“No, I don’t,” he said.

“Your hand is broken, Jonah. And unless you’ve suddenly switched from being right handed to left handed, you’ll need my help in the shower.”

“I’ll manage,” he said, gritting his teeth when she yanked her pants down her legs. She wore cotton boy shorts, and there was nothing at all sexy about them, but his cock reacted like she wore a barely there thong.

“Why are you being ridiculous about this?” she asked. “We’ve showered together before.”

“That was different.”

“How?” she asked.

“I wasn’t in my human form and naked,” he said.

“Sure, but I’ve seen you naked when you hopped out of my bed after I broke the curse, remember? Try again,” she said.

“Elora…”

“You could pass out or slip and fall. You’re already injured enough, and I won’t let you be further injured. Unless you give me a good reason beyond suddenly playing shy, I am helping you shower, Jonah.”

He glared at her. “I can’t control myself around you, Elora. I’m already half-hard, just staring at you in your goddamn underwear! If you get in the shower with me, I will get an erection and then…”

“Then what?” she asked. “You’re in no shape to fuck me, and this might come as a shock to you, but I’ve seen an erect dick before.”

He grumbled a curse, and they stood silently for nearly a minute. Elora folded her arms across her torso and raised one dark eyebrow. “Buddy, I’m still waiting for a better reason than you don’t want me seeing your happy little ding dong.”

He gaped at her before bursting into laughter. It hurt his back and his throbbing skull, but he couldn’t stop. He laughed until his stomach hurt, his face ached, and it was hard to catch his breath. When he finally got control of himself, Elora said, “Better?”

“Yeah.” He scrubbed his good hand across his face. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she said. “I figured you needed either a bout of hysterical laughter or sobbing after what you’ve been through.”

“I don’t cry,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you don’t. Look, I’ll keep my underwear on in the shower, okay?”

“Yes, because you in see-through panties and bra won’t at all be an issue,” he said.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, and it hit him in a rush how exhausted she looked. Guilt flooded through him, and he put an arm around her, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Please let me help you,” she said.

He nodded, and without speaking, she helped him out of his boxer briefs, and they stepped into the shower together. While he was grateful that the walk-in shower was large and he had plenty of space to avoid brushing up against Elora’s wet body, neither the space nor his exhaustion and pain prevented his cock from hardening.

Before he could apologize, Elora said, “It doesn’t upset me, Jonah. Duck your head under the water.”

He ducked under the spray, relief and a sense of normalcy washing over him as the hot water soaked his hair. He stepped back, and Elora lathered his hair with shampoo, gently cleaning away the paste and the blood. He hissed out a breath when she brushed over his head wound and she pressed a gentle kiss against his arm.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” His voice was hoarse, and his cock throbbed painfully with the need for release. Christ, this was such a bad idea.

He ducked under the spray again and rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Elora’s dark hair stuck damply to her face, and she shook it back impatiently. He looked away from her jiggling breasts. The wet cotton had molded to them and showed off her tight pink nipples, and his urge to suck on them through the fabric was nearly undeniable.

“Turn around,” she said.

He turned, and she rinsed the paste from his back before carefully washing his skin with soap-covered hands. He groaned and bent his head, enjoying her touch and the feeling of finally being clean.

She washed his ass and the back of his legs with brisk movements before guiding him into turning around. She soaped her hands again and washed his arms and shoulders and his left hand but left his swollen, throbbing right hand untouched.

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