Page 41 of Words from the Heart
Chapter 30
The next few days were a whirl of organized chaos. The doctor was true to his word and released Parker. Hank had helped Delilah set up the house to accommodate his needs, setting a bed up in the spare room that had sat empty. He would have access to a bathroom downstairs so he wouldn’t have to navigate the steps.
“Delilah,” Parker called out to her from the bedroom, “Can you come in here a minute?”
Delilah found him propped up on the bed, he looked frustrated, “What’s wrong?” She asked him.
“I wondered if you could help me shower. I really feel icky and it’s been a couple of days. Pretty sure this cast and my balls smell.”
Delilah barked out a laugh, “Sure. Give me a minute to grab your walker.” She disappeared into the living room and grabbed the metal contraption. He wasn’t thrilled about using the thing, saying it made him feel like an old man, but there was no way Delilah could lug his big ass around.
“Alright,” she pushed the walker against the bed, “You ready?”
“Are you… I am pretty sure the stench is going to make you gag.” Parker laughed as he pushed himself up on the handles. “Alright, lead the way.” He nodded towards the bathroom.
Delilah pushed open the door and situated the shower seat in the stall. She was grateful it was a walk-in shower, making it easy to get him inside. Turning on the water to let it have time to heat up, Delilah turned to find Parker fighting with his shirt.
“Here, let me help you.” She grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head. She pushed her desire down, wanting nothing more than to lick the steel planes of his chest and abs.
“Like what you see?”
“Um… sorry. Let’s get your pants now.” Delilah squatted in front of him and tugged the sweatpants down. He was not wearing any boxers, “What the hell, Parker. Where are your underwear?”
“What was the point. It’s just one more thing to fiddle with. Why? Is my dick distracting?”
“Um. No.” Delilah stood, “Get in and sit down.”
Parker grabbed her hand, tugging her into his chest. His lips caught hers as his hands wound in her hair. “I love you.” He pressed his forehead to hers.
Delilah squeezed her eyes shut, “Get in the shower.”
She didn’t know why she was being such a chicken. She knew she loved him back, but she was terrified what it meant when she said those three little words. She helped him get situated and then left him to his shower, “Call me when you’re done. I’ll come help you get out and dressed.”
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Parker let the hot water pour over his body. His leg was wrapped in a protective sheath, keeping the water from ruining his cast. It had only been four days, and already he wanted the damn thing off. Cutting the water off, he called out to Delilah. He knew better than to try and get up on his own. He might be stubborn, but he wasn’t dumb.
“You ready?”
Parker nodded, scooting towards the walker and pulled himself up with Delilah’s help. She wrapped a towel around his waist, using another to dry him off. Parker leaned against the sink and brushed his teeth. Delilah stood behind him, her smile filled the mirror. He looked like he’d been run over, his face littered with cuts and bruises. “I must look like a monster to you.” He closed his eyes, feeling self-conscious.
“No. You don’t.” Delilah ran her hand across his shoulder, “You will heal.”
She followed him from the bathroom, watching his towel dangle precariously around his hips. All it would take is a flick of her hand and his towel would come off. But as much as she wanted to tear it off his body, now was not the time.
“Can you grab me some new pants?”
“Sure.” Delilah snatched a pair of clean sweats and helped him ease them over his leg. “You sure you don’t want some underwear?”
“Nope. Pants is fine.”
Delilah turned her cheek, blushing as she slid the cotton up his thighs and over his semi-erect cock.
“You don’t have to be shy. You’ve seen it before.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t have a cast and nearly killed. So I’m trying to be respectful.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to be respectful.”
