Page 22 of Carver's Obsession

Her arms tightened around his neck. “Stop spinning.” How could the man move so fast?

Chapter Twelve

“Good luck,” Striker said.

“Anything else I should know?” Carver asked worriedly.

“Watch to make sure she doesn’t go into a coma,” Willow said.

His heart dropped. “Jesus, is that possible?” he asked Striker.

Striker grunted and glared at Willow. “There is a very slim chance. I’d be more worried about her puking.”

Carver grimaced. Hell. He’d never had to take care of another person before, and he couldn’t remember ever puking himself.

“Come knock on my door if you need anything,” Striker said.

That made him feel better. “Okay. Night, guys.”

Carver carried her up to his room and laid her on the bed. He stood back and stared down at her and couldn’t get over the fact about how pretty she was. He debated how many of her clothes he should take off. If she puked, it would be less to clean up if she was mostly naked. Besides, he had wanted to see her nude since he first saw her.

He carefully removed her shoes, socks, and jeans, leaving her in a shirt and tiny pink panties. Jesus, he’d never seen anything as hot as her right then. He carefully pulled the shirt over her head and then the bra. The fact that her underwear matched made it even sexier. The bra came off last before he tucked her under the blanket.

He wiped a drop of sweat that ran down the side of his face, and his cock was throbbing because it was so hard.

Carver turned and walked into the bathroom, keeping the door open. He wanted to shower but needed to be able to hear her.

After a quick shower and taking care of his teeth, he pulled on a pair of shorts, turned off the light, and settled into bed next to Erica. She was sleeping peacefully, and he wondered if she’d feel it in the morning. He wouldn’t feel the least bit sad if she woke up with a headache.

He was awoken once when Erica turned to her side and moaned. He gripped her hip.

“Are you awake?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. I know I really have to go to the bathroom, but the thought of moving makes me nauseous.”

“We’ll take it slow.”

Carver helped her out of bed and kept a hold of her into the bathroom. She struggled to get her panties down at the toilet, so he helped. He never thought he’d be in the position he was. What freaked him out the most was that it didn’t piss him off.

She sat right away, and he could hear her peeing. It seemed to go on forever, telling him she had a full bladder, and he was thankful she woke up instead of peeing in his bed. He had to bite his lip when she got discouraged trying to unroll some toilet paper. He pulled some off and leaned her forward to wipe her ass. He flushed the toilet and helped her stand before helping her with her panties.

He also never thought he’d have to help a female get dressed. But he would never be able to deny Erica, and she was so fucking sweet. He started to lead her back into the bedroom.

“No, wait. I have to wash my hands,” she said.

He rolled his eyes but held her up while she did it. He got her back to the bed and helped her settle before crawling in beside her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Not good. The room keeps spinning.”

He chuckled. “That’s what happens.”

“Does it happen to you?”

Hell, he couldn’t remember the first time he had alcohol. He guessed it was around the age of ten or eleven—at the place he had to grow up at with the people who were supposed to keep him safe instead of the horrible things they let other people do to him.

He shook his head. He wasn’t going to think about that time. It was over, and he had come to grips with it while on the road. He’d decided he was still giving them power over him if he kept fucking up. In the beginning, he thought he’d only be gone from the club for a year, but several went by, and when the time came, he thought he was ready to face everyone. He didn’t think they’d let him back in. Not only did they let him in, but it was also with open arms from everyone, even Iron, whom he’d beat the hell out of.

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