by Mia Scott
"Christ, you're good. Thanks for not running away screaming," he said, only half teasing. He walked into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. "What smells so damn good in here?"
"Manicotti and garlic knots," she answered sweetly. "And I made a cheesecake for dessert. Oh, and if you need more pain pills, I got your prescription filled while I was out shopping." She gestured to the bottle of pills on the counter and felt him smile against her hair.
"I hit the fucking jackpot in the girlfriend lottery," he mused, pressing a noisy kiss to her cheek and making her chuckle softly. He lowered his hands to her waist and snuck his fingers under the hem of her sweater to brush against the soft skin of her stomach. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower and wash this hospital funk off."
Alisha tipped her head back and kissed the underside of his jaw. "Okay. Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes."
He popped a pain pill as he left the kitchen and winked roguishly at her on his way to the shower. Her answering smile was coy and he would swear a little naughty. He shook his head and cursed the doctor's four-to-six-week-sex-ban. Asshole.
Showers at the hospital had been a fucking joke, so the strong, hot spray from the shower in his apartment felt like heaven as it rained down over his body. Steam billowed around him, fogging up the glass door, and his thoughts turned to his sexy girlfriend (he was still getting used to that term, but he liked it) in the kitchen making dinner. Big once again cursed his injuries, because he'd much rather have her naked in here with him. He knew from experience just how fun showers with Alisha were.
His left side throbbed when he twisted to grab the bar of soap and as much as he hated the doctor's orders, he knew there really was no way he could have sex right now. Even though his brain may have understood that, his body had other ideas and betrayed him by making his dick hard. He hadn't gotten off in…way too many days. Grumbling, again, about just how long four-to-six weeks was, he closed his eyes and conjured up images of wet and naked Alisha, pretending it was her hand that was stroking him off. (Again, he knew from experience just how good she was with her hands…and her mouth and…)
Once he'd found release, he switched the water to icy fucking cold.
No sex with his girlfriend for four-to-six weeks.
Fuck his life.
Alisha had just finished setting the table and pouring a glass of wine for herself (she thought it well-deserved after the day with Rosemary and Sarah) when the bathroom door opened and she heard Jake asking for her. She sipped her wine and padded through the apartment, sure that he was about to flirt and make suggestive comments. (She didn't mind.) She also didn't mind the sight of his naked back that was still damp from his shower and the white towel slung low around his hips. (Her boyfriend was gorgeous.)
What she did mind, and didn't expect, were the bruises she saw along his ribs and the pink incision from his surgery when he turned around to face her. It made her throat clench and dry up. She hadn't seen him without his shirt since the accident and she felt a little foolish for thinking that he wouldn't have marks on his body considering the ones that were still on his face.
Big held up an ace bandage. "Can you…?" he asked quietly. "I can't get it wrapped tight enough on my own." He'd tried, but doing it on his own required too much twisting and that hurt too damn much. He didn't want to be a pussy and ask, but he knew by now that she wouldn't find him weak in doing so.
Alisha nodded silently and set her wineglass on the sink. Taking the bandage from his hand, she raised her eyes to his. "Lift up your arms," she murmured.
He did as she instructed, resting them on her shoulders and letting his fingers comb through her hair. Her hands were soft and warm on his skin as she wrapped the bandage around his ribcage. She had a determined look on her face while she worked; her jaw was tensed, and her brows pinched together. It shouldn't have been adorable, but it was on her. "Pull it a little tighter," he instructed. Her expression softened, and she turned her big, gorgeous eyes on him, nodding wordlessly again before focusing on the task at hand.
When she finished securing the bandage, she patted her palms gently against his chest. "Okay."
Big rested his hands on top of hers. "Thanks," he smiled down at her, reaching out to smooth the hair back away from her face. She smelled like apples today and she just looked so pretty, standing in her jeans and sweater and bare feet in his bathroom, her brown eyes blinking up at him. "You're good at this," he rasped quietly. Her left eyebrow arched in question. "At being my girl."
Alisha's pulse raced from his words and her lips curved slowly into a warm smile. She liked these rare, quiet moments with him when he was being utterly sweet. She Rosemary onto her toes and laid her lips over his, just to let him know.
"Soon as I'm feeling better, babe, I'm gonna kick ass and take names at this boyfriend bidness."
And just like that, the quiet moment was over. But, as the dry laugh escaped her lips, she decided she liked these moments with him just as much. (Maybe slightly more.) "Oh, you're already better than you think, Jake," she told him, tilting her head and smiling coyly up at him through her lashes. He smirked proudly at that. She grabbed her wineglass and patted his chest again. "Dinner's ready."
"K, babe. Jus' gotta put some clothes on." He watched her reflection in the mirror and she was, without a doubt, totally checking him out. Her eyes eventually traveled their way north and he smirked knowingly when their eyes met, grinned when her cheeks turned pink. She turned and headed for the kitchen. Big stepped out of the bathroom, his fingers hooked into the towel at his waist. "Hey, Alisha?" he asked impishly.
Alisha wheeled around and the towel he'd been wearing hit her in the face.
"Mind hanging that up for me?" He smirked again and turned to walk into his room. Glancing over his shoulder he saw her staring wide-eyed and mouth agape. He grinned and strutted into his bedroom. It was nice to know he wasn't going to be the only one having a hard time during their sex-free period.
Chapter 22
Spooning is for pussies.
(At least he used to think so.)
But now that he was on day 15 without sex, he'd take whatever he could get. And that was currently his girlfriend's pert little ass pressed back against him while she slept soundly, wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties with Tuesday printed on the front. (Don't think he didn't try and talk her out of those last night either…they are way hotter than they sound, ok?) If it weren't for his stupid doctor issuing that bullshit 'no sex' edict, he'd have been all up in his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, Alisha was all about following rules and doctor's orders and ensuring his recovery and shit.
Which, fine, that was actually really awesome of her; but fuck, man. He was horny and his girlfriend (who he'd yet to fuck since the label was placed on their relationship) was smokin'. And he hadn't felt all that great up until the last few days, so in all honestly he hadn't been up for engaging in anything other than kissing (see how you feel after a ceiling collapsed on your damn chest, thanks). But a corner had been turned in his recovery, and around that corner? An insane need for all things sex. There were, according to Larrington (and the doctor), 14 to 30 celibate days left.
Fuck that noise.
It was as though she was picking up on his brainwaves or something while she slept (and in her sleep decided to be completely evil) because she chose that exact moment to murmur his name in this sexy as hell little voice and shift even closer, her ass rubbing firmly against him before finally snuggling her face further into the pillow. What a jerk.
His name on her lips while she was sound asleep was pretty damn sweet though. Granted, it did nothing but make his morning wood grow even harder, so, you know, that kinda sucked. But, as he put his hand Beneath the blanket and trailed it up her bare thigh to rest on her hip, his fingers toying with the edge of her panties, he thought he might be able to work this to his advantage and get something started that she wouldn't be able to say no t
o. (He didn't care what she said; this no sex shit was just as hard on her as it was on him – no pun intended.)
Big let his hand drift up a little higher; inching under the fabric of the t-shirt she was wearing, he pressed his palm flat against her stomach and pulled her completely flush against him. Dropping kisses over her shoulder, he trailed a line slowly up her neck, making her moan softly. He smirked against her skin, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swirl around her earlobe before catching it between his teeth and tugging gently. Alisha began to stir and arched her back, making her rub just the way he wanted against his arousal. After such a long absence, this already felt like fucking heaven. "Baby," he whispered, sliding his hand up her body to roll an already puckered nipple between his fingers.
This was the best kind of dream, Alisha thought, feeling his warm breath whispering against her skin. (It seemed so real.) She knew it had to be a dream, because she and Jake (sadly) weren't allowed to do this right now. Just enjoy it, she thought, tightly squeezing her eyes closed and pressing her breast into the palm of his hand. She moaned when he squeezed her gently and plucked at her nipple. He said something (maybe her name) gruffly and she could feel his length poking against her back. He was always so ready for her and that lit a fire low in her belly. "Jake," she purred softly.
Big smoothed his hand away from her tits, expelling a ragged breath when she whimpered from the loss of contact. His lips found her neck again, nipping up to her jaw as his fingers traveled south and dipped into the waistband of her panties. Fuck. She was soaking wet. "Dammit, baby," he bit out. He slipped a finger along her slit and spread the moisture over her clit, circling expertly and making her gasp.
Alisha's eyes flew open and she could still feel him. She figured out pretty darn quickly it hadn't been a dream at all. "Jake!" she exclaimed.
Big grinned proudly and pressed two fingers just to the right of her clit. She practically keened his name. "Mornin'."
This wasn't supposed to be happening. But God, it felt amazing. And it had been too long. "What are you doing?" she asked weakly, knowing she should put a stop to this. She felt the rumble of his laughter against her back before she heard it.
"My hand's in your panties, Lisha—the fuck do you think I'm doing?" She scoffed and tried to pull away. He slid two thick fingers inside her heat and made her cry out. "Good?" he asked smugly.
"God," she breathed, her cheeks flooding with color. "Jake, stop, we shouldn't—no, we can't." Her brain was ceasing to function properly.
He knew she'd probably make him stop and leave him legit blue balled, but he wasn't through trying just yet. "Baby," he said lowly against her ear, fighting the grin when she shivered against him. "Don't you miss this?"
His fingers curled deep inside her and her eyes rolled back into her head. "Fuck," she breathed out sharply, her stomach beginning to tighten. "Yes! You know I—Jesus, Jake."
Making her stammer over her words was one of his favorite things to do and he smirked proudly over the profanities, too. He knew it wouldn't take much more to get her to lose her shit. "Kiss me," he said gruffly, suddenly needing to feel those plump lips of hers against his.
Alisha shifted away from him slightly and rolled onto her back. His fingers plunged deeper in her heat and found her g-spot, and she bucked hard against his hand. "God, I'm close," she cried, looking up at him through hooded eyes. Raw lust flashed in his eyes as he looked back at her with an arrogant smirk on his lips. The heat low in her belly coiled tightly as a result and she arched into his fingers again, chasing after her release. He stilled his hand, pulling halfway out of her and her brows pinched together in frustration. "Jake," she whined.
Big fought back the shit-eating grin that threatened to split his face in two. This whole thing was so going to work in his fucking favor as soon as he got her off and made her see stars. (Which he was masterful at, thanks.) "Where's my kiss?" he asked with one brow arched sky high.
She reared up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth down to hers. Her tongue teased across the seam of his lips until he opened his mouth. When he did, she slipped inside and stroked her tongue wildly against his. His fingers slid deeply into her once more and twisted. God. If he kept doing that she'd be falling apart in mere seconds.
He knew she was right there and without preamble he pulled his hand away and pinched her clit hard between his fingers. Alisha went rigid and tore her lips from his, yelling out his name as her orgasm ripped through her. She dug her fingers into shoulders and breathed out his name again. Her heart was thundering in her ears and her chest was heaving when he brushed his thumb over her again, drawing out the release. She shook violently as heat spread through every inch of her body. Her arms fell limply away from his shoulders and she flopped back fully against the mattress. "Sweet Moses," she managed, swallowing thickly and taking big, greedy breaths.
Big kissed her cheek and smoothed his hand over her hip. "Dammit, babe, that was hot," he rasped in her ear.
Alisha's eyes fluttered open when she felt him twitch against her thigh and saw a cocky smirk on his face. She pushed up on her elbows and kissed him. "It was," she murmured against his mouth. He rolled onto his back and kicked off the covers; her eyes were instantly drawn to his impressive erection.
"Saddle up, baby. 'S your turn," he told her, wagging his brows. If he didn't get his dick wet soon he was going to die.
"Jake," she sighed, sitting up and pushing to her knees to face him.
"Panties, baby…lose 'em," he told her seriously.
She really wanted nothing more than to fuck them both into unconsciousness, but he was still under doctor's orders to not do that. "We're not having sex, Jake," she said, though it pained her to do so. "You're only halfway through your recovery." He scoffed.
"Fuck, then ride me half as hard as you normally do, Larrington. But seriously, if I don't have sex soon I'm going to die."
Her lips twitched into a crooked grin. "I thought I was the dramatic one in this relationship? I don't think anyone's ever died from not having sex, Jake," she offered dryly.
"You want me to be the first?" he asked, his voice dangerously close to whining. He sat up and grabbed the hem of her (his) t-shirt. "I want my shirt back," he said impishly, pulling it effortlessly off her body. He grunted when he got an eyeful of her amazing tits.
"Do you think pouting and behaving like a child is going to help your cause?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Babe, there's nothing childish about this," he told her, sweeping his hand dramatically over his body. "'specially this." He grabbed his cock and stroked gently. His other hand slid along her arm, gently grazing the curve of her breast with his knuckles. Her body was in-fucking-sane. He loved it.
Something that was half laugh, and half moan bubbled past her lips. It was impossible to not want him, especially when he was lying there aroused and fully naked. "I'm not having sex with you," she repeated quietly, biting her lip when his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned down.
"You're not being a very good Jew," he grumbled.
Alisha arched a perfectly sculpted brow and laughed in his face. "You're ridiculous! What does Judaism have to do with this?"
"Dunno—but I'm sure I could think of something," he bit out grumpily. "Shorty—please?" There was no mistaking the whine that time.
Her lips curved into a wily grin. "As I was saying, I'm not having sex with you—"
"C'mon! Just the tip? See how it feels?" He wasn't above trotting out movie quotes in times of need.
"Jake! Do you want me to get you off or not?" Alisha huffed, fisting her hands on her hips.
His eyes were glued to the way her tits jiggled when she did that. And—wait. Did she just ask…? "Fuck yes. Baby, yes I do. You gonna blow me?" he asked hopefully. The naughty smile on her lips gave him the only answer he needed. "Good. You give amazing head, Lisha."
She grinned from the compliment and pushed gently on his shoulders to nudge him down on the bed. "I'm g
lad you think so."
"You're a good Jew," he grinned wickedly.
Alisha shook her head and settled herself between his legs. "I like how whether or not I'm a good Jew hinges on whether or not I put out for you."
Big shrugged and winked at her, stroking the pad of his thumb across her cheek. "Less talking, more blowing. There might even be a gift in it for you," he said mischievously, slipping a hand into her hair. She lifted a questioning brow and gripped the base of his cock with her hand. He groaned appreciatively when she licked a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft and swirled her tongue around the head. "How 'bout a pearl necklace?" he asked with a wicked grin.
Big set all of the necessary ingredients on the counter as he started on the breakfast he'd promised her while they were tangled in his sheets. He could still hear the shower running and smiled winningly at the thought of her washing away the "present" he'd given her earlier. Opening one of the lower cabinets, he pulled out his waffle maker and plugged it in. He knew when she asked for breakfast that she'd been expecting him to pour her a bowl of cereal and he was looking forward to surprising her with homemade waffles and bacon. It was the first time he'd cooked for a woman he wasn't related to and he kinda liked that the first was the gorgeous brunette currently in his shower.