Page 23 of Carver's Obsession

He had missed the guys more than he thought he would. Coming back was a new experience. The additions to the club made him feel cared for. He never thought normal women would ever spend time with the men, but it seems that as time passed, more of them came to live with them.

The last one was Erica, and he’d felt something for her from the start. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d go for a normal-looking chick. He’d always picked the hardened sluts that knew it was one time and didn’t bug him about it.

The thought of a long-term relationship with one woman seemed impossible for him. He thought he’d die without ever knowing a woman’s love—until Erica.

Chapter Thirteen

Erica moved her head and thought it was going to split apart. A long moan slipped out, and the sound of it made her head spin.

“How are you feeling?” Carver asked softly.

Oh, God. There’s no way Carver was in bed next to her. And why the hell was he shouting? He’s seeing how pitiful she looked, and she couldn’t change a thing because then she’d have to move her body.

“What … what are you doing here?” she whispered.

The bed moved, making her clutch the sheet under her to keep from moving.

“Stop,” she hissed.

Fortunately, the moving stopped. Now, she worked to keep herself from vomiting all over him.

The smell of dead flesh hit her in the face. She couldn’t figure out where the awful smell was coming from for a moment. “Oh my God. It’s my breath.” The taste was making her stomach turn. “I need to brush my teeth.”

“Okay. I’ll help you up.”

He effortlessly lifted her to her feet and hung onto her until she was steady.

At the bathroom door, she stopped and turned to him. “I can do it from here.”

He looked skeptical but took a step back. “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

She began to nod and then thought better of it. Her head felt like it was going to fall off her shoulders. She wasn’t going to do anything that might just do that. She carefully closed the door.

“I left some aspirin and a glass of water on the counter by the sink. That would be the first thing you do.”

“There are five here?”

“I know. But you need it, don’t you think?”

She agreed. She didn’t know how long she could handle the headache.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Babe. There’s an extra toothbrush in the drawer.”

Oh, thank God. She swallowed the aspirin as quickly as she could while holding herself up by leaning on the counter and not making her pass out from the pain.

After brushing her teeth, she sat on the toilet. It was only then she realized she was naked except for her panties. Dammit. The first time he sees her naked, she looks like this. She wiped and stood. As hard as it was going to be, she needed to shower.

She turned on the water and stripped her panties off. She used one of the towels to twist her hair up so it didn’t get wet.

“Do you need help?” he yelled through the door.

“No. Can I have something to wear, though?”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.”

She stepped into the shower and closed her eyes as hot water slid down her body. It felt good, and she wanted to stay there for an hour but knew she had no energy.

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