Page 54 of Rock Pucking Bottom

"Eat your soup and when you're ready, we'll get you into the shower."

I devoured the soup since it was tasty and to stop the gurgling of my empty stomach. It was surprisingly filling. It was full of flavor, chicken, carrots, and potatoes. Looking up at him between spoonfuls, I said, "You're really a good cook."

He smiled and looked away. "More, I know how to call a good cook and have them talk me through each and every step."

It was sweet. I loved how much effort he put into everything. Not many people would actually call up a friend and have them walk them through it. But that kind of summed up Eoghan, epically sweet.

After I finished my meal, Eoghan took the tray away from me and set it aside. He went to the bathroom. I was pretty sure he was running a shower for me.

Then he came to the side of the bed and held out a hand. I took it and he helped me up.

The escort to my bathroom was complete with him stripping both of us of our clothing.

Getting to the shower, the water felt perfect. He even threw in a shower steamer, which surprised me since he normally tried to keep anything scented away. The eucalyptus worked its way through my lungs and helped to expand everything.

Eoghan wrapped his arms around my waist and held me up. I leaned against his rock-hard body. I loved how sturdy he was. He kissed my ear and whispered, "Shampoo or body wash first?"

I looked up at him. It just seemed too good to be true. My knight in shining armor. One who wasn't afraid of making himself uncomfortable just to make me feel better.

"Body wash. I have to smell."

"Maybe a little." He grabbed my loofah. It looked so dainty to have the lilac color mesh poof in his hand. He squirted my St. Ives lemon and blood orange body wash onto the poof. Then he scrubbed every inch of my body. Although he had one hand around my waist at all times.

This was one of the most intimate things that I'd ever experienced. His touch was so damn soft, and he was sure to move me towards the water to wash off everything. I barely needed to do anything except breathe, and I loved it. If I had more energy, I would have taken advantage of his sensual touch.

"Close your eyes. Oh, they already are."

My eyes were barely open to begin with since I always showered with my eyes mostly closed. He kissed the nape of my neck.

His fingers worked through my scalp, giving me one of the best head massages ever. I just loved how he built up a rich lather. As he helped to rinse out the suds, I said, "I shouldn't say this, but I want to get sick again if it means you can bathe me like this."

He chuckled and kissed me. "Never get sick like this again, but I'll bathe you anytime you want."

Chapter 46

Eoghan

ArrivinginGermany,Iwas knackered, and I still had a fucking hockey game to play. Well, that was if I got to the arena on time. But I had one perk that I wasn't expecting. Emmy was here.

She still fatigued easily, and the pack didn't want us to relapse. Logan pulled a couple strings to get her off of work. The worst part was she would have to leave as soon as she was healthy enough. But at least, each day, she got stronger and stronger.

She put a hand on my thigh. "We'll make it. Don't worry."

But my GPS estimated time of arrival was itching ever closer to game time, and I was slated to play. God, if I didn't show up, they would all think that I fucked up my sobriety.

"I should be getting changed now. If I get out of the car now, I should be able to make it in time for warm-ups. At least most of it. If I stay, coach is going to bench my ass."

She patted my leg. "Go. I'll be fine and I'll see you after the game."

I looked at the map and memorized the street that I would have to run down to get into the building. I also sent a text to coach to let him know that there was massive traffic from the doctor's office, but I would be there in about ten minutes.

Then I pulled the car door handle, causing the cab driver to swear, but I dashed down the streets.

The treads of my dress shoes sucked, and it felt like I would eat pavement at any misstep. I was just glad that all my equipment was already in the locker room. I wasn't weighed down with a giant bag of gear.

It didn't take long for me to arrive at the arena. Thankfully, security didn't give me too much hassle and I could get to the locker room.

Thank fuck for my enhanced senses. Using primarily my sense of smell, I followed the scent of Carmichael's lucky jockstrap. Normally, I hated when he used that unwashed piece of shit, but it made it easy to find the locker room.

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