Page 159 of The Obvious Check

Without another word, she spins on her heel and stalks toward the door and beckons my dog. “Come on, Stanley.”

Stanley jumps from beside me on the couch and trots happily over to my sister.

“Where are you taking our dog?” I ask as she clips the leash on him.

“Well, clearly you can’t be trusted to look after yourself, let alone sweet Stanley.” She says his name in a baby voice as she bends down and lets him lick her cheek.

Dash moves off my recliner and makes his way toward my sister. “We’ll watch over him for the next couple of days while you recover.”

I nod, knowing they have a point. The way my body feels right now, like I've been hit by a fucking semi, making sure Stanley gets his walks will be the last thing on my mind. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Remember, Cade. You need to relax. We need you recovered enough so you can play against St. Michael’s next week,” Henry says, trailing behind them with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Next week?Yeah, that sounds a little premature with how badly my body is feeling, but maybe after a good night’s rest with my wife beside me, I’ll start to feel better.

After they say their goodbyes, the door clicks shut, and silence settles over the room again.

Savannah finally exhales, her fingers lightly brushing over my bruised cheek. I turn my head and press a kiss to her wrist, lingering there.

“You’re lucky,” she mutters as she wipes my face. “No broken ribs. No stitches. Just a hell of a lot of bruising.”

I don’t answer because I know she’s probably right. If I hadn’t managed to get through to Jeremy, would I be here right now?

“There. I think I’ve wiped down every last inch of you with antiseptic wipes.”

I tilt my head and let my gaze drop deliberately. “Well, you haven’t wipedeveryinch.”

Her eyes follow mine and she catches the very obvious bulge straining against my sweats, only making her scoff.

“Seriously? You just got the crap beaten out of you, and you’re thinking about your dick?”

I shift, biting back a groan as pain shoots through my side. “It’s not thinking. It’s celebrating. I’m alive. You’re off the hook and managed to reconnect with a friend in the process. So yeah, I think there’s a lot to be thankful for.”

She shakes her head, but I see it. That flicker in her eyes, the subtle smirk on her lips. She’s into this, and it’s only making me want a little more.

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” I murmur, my voice dipping low as I reach for her wrist, tugging her closer. “But I’m also hard as fuck, and the only thing I want right now… isyou.”

Her breath catches and she bites down on her bottom lip before she looks down at my crotch. “Fine, but only because I need to check and see if everything still works.”

“Good thinking, Mrs. Bright.”

She sinks to her knees between my legs, and her palms trail up my thighs with a slowness that borders on cruelty. Every nerve in my body is on fire, some from the fight, most from her. My head drops back against the couch with a dull thud. My muscles ache, my ribs burn in pain, but none of it matters. Not when she tugs at my sweats and frees my cock.

Her delicate fingers wrap around me and when she takes me in her mouth, I forget how to fucking breathe. Every breath I manage feels like glass in my lungs, but I don’t stop her. I can’t.

She gives me no time to adjust as she takes me in deep, her tongue teasing the tip of my cock. It’s so fucking good, and even though pain rips through my side when I move too fast, I’m not going to tell her.

“Savannah,” I rasp, threading my fingers through her hair. I’m trying and failing to hold on, to keep from coming too fast, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. She drags her mouth up slow, her tongue swirling around the tip. Then she sinks back down, deeper this time and I see stars.

White-hot, soul-leaving-my-body kind of stars.

But I don’t want to come like this. Not with her on her knees and me barely holding on. So I grit my teeth, slide my hands under her arms, and haul her up into my lap.

“Cade! Henry said you need to rest.”

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