Page 62 of Fight For Us
“I’m fine. I need a towel though.”
“Right. One second.” I chuckled as she attempted to walk across the space with her eyes firmly covered by her hand, bumping into boxes and almost knocking over her lamp.
“That lamp so needs to go,” I said, remembering how I’d knocked it over before. Still on my ass, I figured I may as well at least try to get closer to where I needed to be. Not like Olivia was looking, thankfully. Because crawling across a floor, ass in the air, wasn’t a good look for a guy like me.
“The lamp?” she asked. “Oh yeah, I forgot you almost broke it.” I was halfway there, close enough that I could almost pull the blanket off the bed to cover my junk. Just a few more steps. “Hold on, I think I put the clean towels over here to make room for—”
And… she tripped and fell on top of me.
Turned on the spot and walked right into me, flopping forward against my ass.
“Oh God… shit,” she yelped, scrambling to get up but having trouble gaining purchase on my wet body. “I’m on your ass.”
“Yup,” I said.
“My eyes are still closed, I swear.”
“Tiger, open your eyes. I don’t care if you see my ass at this point. I just need a towel.” I pushed up from the floor as she climbed off of me and opened her eyes. Maybe it was my imagination but as her eyes fell on me, she took me in. All of me.
Kneeling, I ran a hand through my wet hair and chuckled. “Like what you see?”
She blinked and turned her head, groaning. “Oh God. I just fell on top of your wet, naked ass.”
“I can’t believe you thought you had to close your eyes.”
“Well, what was I supposed to do? Stare at your giant dick?” She rested a hand on her hip and crossed the room.
“You think it’s giant?”
Her face flushed crimson, so fucking pretty. “Well… I’m not going to lie. That thing is a monster.” I chuckled as she groaned again and headed back into the closet. “Seriously, have you broken someone in half?”
Never had any complaints.I laughed and kept that comment to myself.
She came out holding a stack of folded towels and tossed them my way. I started to towel off and gestured to where I left my prosthesis. “Can you grab my leg?”
“Yeah, sure.” She grabbed it then perched on the edge of the bed, watching me.
“You gonna watch me get dressed?” I smirked.
“I might as well. I’ve seen it all now anyway and I’m curious about how you put your leg on.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Okay then. Way to make a guy feel like a science experiment.”
“Stop… You know what I mean,” she said. “If we’re going to be living together I need to know.”
“ I know, I know,” I teased. “Lemme at least put my boxers on. Me and my monster dick are feeling kind of vulnerable with you staring.”
She handed me a pair from the pile on the bed. I caught her biting her bottom lip out of the corner of my eye. I needed to get dressed, before I got hard… again.
“I have to ask,” she said once my boxers were on.
“Yeah?”
She brought her palm up to cover her face, muffling her voice.“Howbigisit?”
“What? I couldn’t hear you with your hand over your face.”
“Nevermind,” she groaned through her palm.
