Page 80 of Little Bird (Advantage Play 3)

Turning the handle, he pushes open the door, then grimaces as soon as he sees me. “Dude, your face looks messed up.”

I chuckle under my breath while Regina covers her grin at his assessment.

“Gee, thanks,” I return sarcastically.

Hovering near the door, Stefan asks, “Do you think you could handle coming down to chat for a bit?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be down in a few. I just need to grab a change of clothes.”

Regina leans into my side. “I already grabbed some for you while you were passed out. You can shower in here if you want.”

Face blanching, Stefan mutters, “Aaaand, that’s my cue to go. We’ll see you downstairs in a few.”

“Not like that!” Regina yells at his retreating form, but it’s too late. With bright red cheeks, she slips off the bed and motions to the bathroom door. “Seriously, I didn’t mean like—”

“Like we could shower together? Should I be offended by how quickly you turned down that suggestion?”

Grinning down at me, she offers her hand to pull me up, and because I’m a gentleman––and need a giant aspirin––I take it.

“I’m not turning down the opportunity to screw you in the shower, Dex. I just think we might want to wait a few days before we try anything. You know, give yourself a little time to heal.”

“I’m fine, Regina,” I argue, though my head starts to spin as soon as my feet hit the ground.

“I’m sure you are,” she replies with a knowing grin. “But let’s give it a few days anyway, okay?”

“No promises.”

Guiding me into the bathroom, she turns on the shower then asks, “Do you want me to help you undress?”

“Regina, I’m—”

“I know! You’re fine! I get it! I’m just saying…I want to help. Especially after everything you went through for me, I just…I want to take care of you the same way you took care of me, ya know?”

Rolling my tongue between my teeth and cheek, I finally give her a single nod. “But only if you shower with me.”

She smirks. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Stripping bare is fucking difficult when one hand is practically useless, and I’m so distracted by the spinning room that I miss out on Regina getting naked a few feet away from me. Thankfully, my Little Bird doesn’t let me struggle for long before her deft little fingers grab the hem of my shirt and slip off my white undershirt with ease. When her slender body comes into view, I almost swallow my tongue. Tan skin. Hourglass figure. I could get lost inside her for hours if she’d let me. As soon as my mind starts to wander into very dangerous territory, her hands slowly slip down my pecs and abs before landing on the waistband of my boxers. Peeking up at me, she toys with the elastic before bending forward to slide them down my legs.

Which leaves my cock an inch from her face.

“Careful, Little Bird,” I warn her. “You told me to take it easy, but you’re making that awfully difficult for me.”

With a teasing grin, she drops a quick kiss to the tip of me before standing to her full height and guiding me inside the steaming shower. “Like I said, the doctor ordered that you should take it easy for a few days.”

“Babe—”

“Keep your hand out of the water. I’ll wash your hair for you so that we don’t have to redo the bandage yet.”

“Someone’s bossy,” I quip.

“You have no idea.” An amused Regina reaches for the shampoo bottle and squirts a nickel-sized amount into the palm of her hand.

“You know, just ‘cause I’m missing a finger, and my face is busted up, doesn’t mean my dick’s broken.”

Giggling, she runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp in slow circles while simultaneously pulling a groan from my parted lips.

“My brother’s waiting for you downstairs.”

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