Page 21 of Off Limits PUCK

I’m quiet as I sink into the water while she turns the jets on and gets into the shower. This is all wrong. I can’t have the woman I’m into—the woman I like—taking care of me like I’m a child. I seethe with frustration in the tub. Instead of relaxing, I’m tense when she comes back, towel wrapped around her, hair wet and wavy around her shoulders.

“Sit up,” she says softly.

I know I look like the Grinch, but she’s being patient. I sit up and she starts to massage my bum shoulder, that tender spot between my shoulder blade and my spine. I almost cry it hurts so badly. The sex we had in the media room set me back, though I won’t admit it to her—or anyone.

But as I lean into her touch and try to relax, I start to feel better. The pills I once relied on to give me a quick hit of pain relief seem like a distant memory. Allie’s fingers sink deeper and deeper into my tissue the more I relax and soon, something pops. I feel it deep in my muscle. It feels like a bolt of lightning hit me and then I feel no pain.

Allie sits back on her heels where she’s kneeling by the tub, her towel falling to her waist, exposing two beautiful, natural breasts. They push together as she shrugs happily. “You need to relax more, Jake. Every time you do, I’m able to push the rib and the muscle back into place, removing the pressure.”

I try not to stare at her breasts, my cock growing hard in the water again. I follow her pale skin up to her neck and then to her face, lost in her beauty.

“If we can keep you like this, with everything in place, then we have a shot at the inflammation going down and staying down,” she concludes, standing to her feet as if her work is done for now. The towel is in a puddle at her feet, her soft, bare pussy just above eye level with me.

I clear my throat and reach out for her thigh, cupping her leg and pulling her to me. “I think I owe you one,” I say, thinking of the blow job she gave me. I hazard a look up at her, a jolt of need racing through me at the look of lust in her blue eyes. She wants me too.

“I want you to sit on my face,” I say huskily.

She studies me and then studies my posture. “Get comfortable,” she says in a bossy tone. “I need you fully relaxed.”

I smirk at her. “Yes, ma’am.” I slide down into the water. “Come to me,” I say.

She places her knees one on each side of the oval end of the tub, opening her pussy wide to me, hovering just over my face. She relaxes further into her knees, lowering herself onto my tongue.

I hear her sigh and then moan as I use my tongue to make love to her pink lips and tight little bundle of nerves. With my good hand, I run a finger down her ass, spanking her and thenrunning my finger down between her cheeks, making her squirm as I repeat the motion. She gives in to my touch, letting me toy and play with her from her pussy all the way to the top of her ass.

Oh, the things I want to do to her…

***

I reach for her when I wake up the next morning, feeling more rested than I have for a long time. I groan, remembering that our secret sex is just that—a secret. There’s no way she’d be in my bed all night with Coach and Jones in my house.

But instead of cold sheets next to me, I feel a warm body… a warm naked body. I breathe in her scent. It’s Allie. I pull her to me, nestling my face in her hair. Instinctively, I reach my hand down to her pussy, my cock hard in my underwear. When did I put on underwear? My mind slowly wakes up. I glance at my wall clock. It’s after eight in the morning.

As an athlete, I’m up with the dawn and off to morning practice. But that was before my injury. I kiss her neck.

“Someone decided to be risky last night, huh?” I ask her, feeling her squirm beside me as she wakes up.

“Someone decided they needed three orgasms—two of which happened after midnight,” she says and yawns in a cute little O shape. Then she freezes and sits up, the sheet falling away. “Oh my God! What time is it? I stayed in your room!”

A knock sounds on my door. “You’re late for breakfast,” Coach’s rumbling voice calls out. “I called you three times. Also, your PT isn’t in her room. Any ideas where she went last night?”

Allie throws the sheet off, standing naked by my bed, frantically trying to gather her thoughts, looking around for her clothes. “What am I going to do?” she hisses.

“Not my day to watch her,” I grouch out. “I’m up. Just give me a minute and I’ll come out.”

Allie and I lock eyes as we hear Coach sigh and then amble off down the hallway.

“This is so bad!” she says in a hushed voice. “I can’t walk out there in my bikini and cover up from yesterday. How can I get to my room without being seen?”

“You could always wear some of my clothes.” I try not to laugh at how stressed out Allie looks.

She gives me an icy look. “This is my job we’re talking about here. I can’t afford to lose it.”

That sobers up my sense of humor real fast. She’s right. It’s like she said in her little speech to me last night—there’s more to my recovery than just me. It impacts more than just me. And our secret sex impacts more than just me, too. I rub a hand across my face, forcing a plan to take shape in my mind.

“Okay. I’ll get up and insist that Coach and I eat outside on my terrace by the pool. I’ll text you when we’re out there. Then you can just run down the hallway to your room and no one will know.”

“The chef will know!” Allie squeals.

---