Page 77 of Texas Hold Em'
How many minutes had I been gone for?
Why had I woken up on the floor, not in the bed?
How desperate had Brody felt as he worked to revive me?
Could he ever forgive me for asking him to go through with the plan, despite the defibrillator not working?
Carrie closed the bathroom door behind her and moved like a goddess through the steam already making the air thick. She stripped out of her clothes and came into the shower with me.
“Brody is making the bed,” she said softly. “He said you should avoid twisting motions and suggested I help you wash.”
“God bless Brody.”
She giggled and reached past me for the soap and sponge. Carrie was gentle as she washed me. Her hands on my body lulled me into a state of calm and I fought to keep my eyes open, especially when she massaged shampoo into my scalp while humming a sweet song I didn’t recognize under her breath. She rinsed me before washing herself, and I watched her work, running the sponge over her thighs, hips, stomach, and breasts.
In that moment, fear couldn’t reach her. She ran her hands overher breasts and through the suds before stepping backward into the water and tilting her head back. It kissed her cheeks and slicked her hair back before running slowly down the length of her body, chasing away the bubbles and suds and leaving nothing but perfection in its wake. Her skin seemed to glow and glimmer in the water, and I couldn’t help myself but reach out to her.
She pulled her head out from under the water and opened her eyes as I cupped her breasts in my hands and moved in close enough the water sprayed up into my face.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Holding something I thought I never might again.
“We shouldn’t,” she said. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m alive.”
She smiled. “Yes, but you’re still hurt, and you should rest.”
“One of these days, you’re going to have to stop telling me what to do.”
She giggled softly but let me run my hands down her sides to her hips. “I wouldn’t count on it.”
I kissed her.
She moaned softly against my lips. “Tex.”
I pulled her fiercely against me. Her breasts crushed against my chest, and even though my ribs hurt, her softness made it a little better. I ran my hands all over her body—up her spine, over her shoulders, along her waist, down her stomach, until I’d explored all of her but what waited for me between her thighs. She spread her legs for me when my touch wandered lower, and I cupped her with one hand as water streamed down my forearm.
She cooed softly, backed up until she was leaning against the wall, and took me in one hand. “Two can play at this game.”
I pressed a finger inside her. She moaned my name. I gave her another. She pulsed around me and thrummed with life. I pushed in deeper as she panted for breath.
Suddenly Brody knocked on the bathroom door. We froze.
“The bed’s made,” he called. “Now, I’m more than willing to play housemaid, but if you’re getting your cock sucked in there while I flipyour fucking mattress and put on a goddamn fitted sheet, you owe me.”
Carrie clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle laughter.
“You’re a good man,” I hollered.
Carrie, with a devilish look in her eye, slid down the shower wall and crouched in front of me.
Oh hell yes.
“Would you like me to make you some hot cocoa, too?” Brody asked, his voice thick with sarcasm.
Carrie took me in her mouth. I braced myself with a hand on the shower frame and gritted my teeth.Fuck.
