Page 65 of Crossing Lines

“Owen, thatwashim in the garage, wasn’t it?” Maybe I’d been seeing things? I glanced down at him.

“It sure looked like him. But if it was, wouldn’t he have said something or come at us?” He brushed his finger pads over my nipple, teasing it into a hard nub.

Tingling shivered from my chest to my balls. Did he have to do that? “Maybe he was too chicken to confront both of us at once.” I fought to focus on the movie titles while his fingers played with my other nipple.

Rocking his hips and pressing his swollen cock against me, he released a soft moan. “Maybe we could just beat each other off?” He open-mouth kissed my nipple, sucking it between his lips.

“Jonah.” I jerked my shoulder, lifting his mouth off me. “No, now stop it.” I had to be strong, but fucking hell, he was making it hard.

“Damn it, okay.” He huffed and shifted his hips away from mine. “Who knew concussions could make you horny?” He freed a soft snort. “Or maybe it’s just being in bed with my Coach Hot Stuff.”

With a snicker, I tipped my head back. “Okay, I think you’re delirious now. Close your eyes and rest.” I picked a random drama. This way, the movie wouldn’t have any loud action scenes. Or at least I hoped it wouldn’t. I snuck a peek at him.

The lashes on his closed eyes kissed his cheeks and his lips parted, slow breaths whispering out of him against my skin.

My heart swelled with emotion. God, how I loved him. Evenif I were reprimanded for being with him, it wouldn’t matter. Being with him was worth it. I brushed my cheek over the top of his head and settled in to watch the movie, turning the captions on so I could lower the sound even farther. This was heaven, and tomorrow night, we’d do it all over again.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JONAH

Ifluttered my eyes open to the scent of bacon. Ace must be up cooking a house breakfast. I rolled to my side and the room came into focus, the dark wood nightstand and rounded rattan lampshade. “What the fuck?” Last night’s hit barreled into my memories, me smacking the board, then falling backward, tripping over a fucking skate. I sat up and my head pounded and the room spun. “Fuck.” I pressed the heels of my hands to my temples, then lay back down. I had a concussion. It was minor, but tell my fucking head that right now. As I breathed through the pain, it lessened.

Ryan popped through the doorway, wearing only his pajama bottoms. “Oh good, you’re up.” He wiped his hand on a white dishtowel. “Breakfast is—” With his mouth dropping open, he rushed to the side of the bed, then sat on the edge. “Shit, are you okay?” He looked me up and down, grabbing my cheek, then my chin, turning my head side to side, inspecting me.

The room spun again and nausea balled in my gut. “Stop.” I shoved his hand off me. “Jesus, you’re going to make me puke.” I swallowed saliva down.

“You’re not okay. Should I call the team doc?” He hovered over me on a straight arm, his gaze darting over my face.

“I’m fine. I just need a moment and probably some Tylenol.” The memories of last night muddled into my brain, him taking care of me, holding me all night. My heart fluttered with warmth. “Ryan, I’m okay. You can’t call the team doc anyway. What would you tell him?”

His brows twitched together for a beat. “I’d tell him…well, I’d tell him?—”

“That you found me in your bed with a headache and a dizzy spell?” I choked out a laugh. “I have a concussion and I’ve been lying down all night. I just need to get up slowly and let things adjust.” I didn’t want to think about the blood in my head moving around my swollen brain tissue, but that was basically what was happening. Sometimes, it wasn’t so great being pre-med. I knew things. Slowly, I lifted onto my elbows, focusing on the television resting on his long dresser across the room. “See?”

He poured two pills into his hand from a bottle resting on the nightstand. “Here.” He held them out to me, along with a bottled water in his other hand.

With a soft grin, I threw the pills into my mouth, then gulped them down with water and handed the bottle back to him. Was this how he’d been when he took care of his mom? My grin widened and warmth bubbled through my chest. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Setting the water on the nightstand, he knitted his brows. “Do you feel well enough to eat? I made breakfast.”

“I think so.” I was damn well going to try. Very slowly, I made my way up to sitting, waited a moment, then threw my feet over the edge of the bed.

“You need help getting up?” He hopped off the bed and grabbed the back of my arm. “I don’t want you getting dizzy again and falling.”

“I’m okay.” As I stood, the room around me blurred, and I reached out for him. Maybe I did need to talk to the team doc.

“I’ve got you.” He wrapped my arm around his shoulders and draped an arm around my waist. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah, I can walk.” Fuck it. I’d let him help me and quittrying to be a tough guy. Being in his arms like this was nice. I rested my cheek on his shoulder as he led me out of his room and into the main room.

“Want to eat on the sofa and I’ll bring you a plate?” He stopped and turned to face me, hugging me into his chest and brushing his fingers down the back of my hair.

God, this was awesome. Leaning against him, I relaxed and sighed.

He kissed my cheek. “I love you, Jonah.” He held me tighter. “I hate seeing you hurt like this.”

“Love you too.” I splayed my hands out across his back. “I have to admit, I’m sort of liking being injured right now.” With a grin teasing my lips, I lifted my head, my gaze finding his.

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