“Oh no, that poor boy.” Rose leaned back in her chair. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed that his knee is only bruised. When did you say he was having the MRI?”
“Tuesday morning. Would you be all right with me taking the morning off to drive him to his appointment?” Kira asked.
“Of course, dear,” Rose said. “He’s such a lovely young man. Both Ray and I were very impressed with him at dinner the other night. Well spoken and polite, and it was just the sweetest thing to throw you a congratulatory dinner.”
“It was,” Kira said. “Connor is a great guy.”
A great guy that you want to see naked.
Maybe. But now that he’d hurt his knee, she’d lost her chance to do some not-quite-sex stuff with him. Which she wasn’t the least bit pouty about.
Definitely not pouty. Her main concern was Connor and his knee and that it wasn’t badly damaged. She wasn’t at all thinking about how soon he would heal so that he could do all sorts of delicious things to her.
Nope, not at all. Because she was a good person, not a selfish horndog who suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to climb naked into the bed with Connor, straddle his good leg and hump her way to an epic orgasm.
Freak.
No, not a freak. Just really horny… and totally selfish. Connor was in pain, a lot of pain despite the pain meds, and she couldn’t stop thinking about her own need. Which was stupid because even her hope that Connor would ask her to stay in the bed with him in case he needed help during the night, hadn’t happened.
Still, it hadn’t stopped her from coming up with a dirty little fantasy that involved her giving Connor a sponge bath before going down on him. She had masturbated silently but furiously to that fantasy, covering her face with her pillow when she came, to muffle her cries of ecstasy.
She’d straight up die of shame if Connor knew she was masturbating to thoughts of blowing him. She was a total pervert and –
“Kira?”
She glanced up to see Rose staring at her. Shit, how long had she drifted off for?
“I’m sorry, what?” She gave Rose an apologetic smile.
“I said, who’s staying with Connor while you’re here at the office?”
“Oh, um, no one. He’s pretty good at using crutches, but I’m still worried he’ll fall while alone. I made him promise me he’d stay in bed for the morning. At lunch, I’m going to go home just to check on him, but with traffic I might be a few minutes late getting back. If that’s okay?”
Rose gave her a startled look. “You left him alone? Honey, you get home right now and look after your man.”
Kira blinked at the silver-haired woman. “I’m sorry?”
“I said, get your cute behind back home. You can’t leave him alone.” Rose made a shooing motion with her hands. “Go on now.”
“I can’t just leave work. I mean…”
“You can and you will,” Rose said. “In fact, take the next few days off. We’ll survive without you for a few days, sweetheart. I promise. Text me Wednesday night and just let me know if you’re coming in on Thursday.”
“Rose, I can’t, I mean…”
Rose made another shooing motion. “Go on, Kira. Both Ray and I always stress that family is most important. Go and take care of yours. If we need you or something comes up, I’ll text you. All right?”
“If you’re sure?” Kira said.
“Positive,” Rose replied.
Kira stood and moved to the doorway of Rose’s office. “Thank you, Rose. Both Connor and I appreciate it.”
“Of course, sweetheart. Give Connor our best and tell him we have our fingers crossed that it’s nothing serious.”
* * *
“Connor?” Kira stuck her head into the guest room. Connor was lying on his back on the bed with his leg on the stack of pillows and he gave her a look of surprise.
“What are you doing home? I thought you were stopping by at lunch?”
“Rose gave me the next few days off so I could look after you.”
Worry crossed Connor’s face. “I don’t want you getting in trouble at work because of me.”
“I won’t,” Kira said. “I didn’t ask for the time off, Rose insisted. It’s fine, Connor. I promise.”
He still looked worried and she smiled at him. “How do you feel?”
“Maybe a little better?”
She lifted the ice pack and studied his knee. “I think it might be a little less swollen. The bruising is worse though.”
He shifted on the bed before running his hand through his hair. “I wish I’d thought to shower after the game on Saturday night, but my knee was already killing me.”
“I can help you shower.”
Shit. Did she sound too eager? She sounded too eager.
“I didn’t… I mean, I wasn’t trying to hint that I wanted you to help,” Connor said. “You’ve already done a lot for me.”
“I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m happy to help you with whatever you need.”
He studied his knee as her heart beat fiercely in her chest. The thought of a naked Connor in her shower was making her brain go haywire.
She’d have to get naked too, of course. It only made sense, right? Wearing clothes to help bathe Connor in the shower was just silly. Obviously, nakedness was the way to go. How big would Connor’s cock be? Would he get hard? She hoped he did. If he had an erection, it would only be polite for her to help him with that too, right?
“Kira?”
“Sorry, what?” She wondered just how red her face was.
“I said I think I can actually do this myself,” he said.
“How?”
“Well, the shower in the guest room is just a shower not a tub, so I can walk into it and I can put a stool in there to sit on,” Connor said. “I didn’t check the shower nozzle though, is it a hand-held one?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Great, I won’t need your help at all,” he said.
Could he see the disappointment on her face? She schooled her features into something that said, ‘brilliant idea’ rather than ‘what do you mean I don’t get to see you naked?’ and forced a smile. “All right. I’ll grab some towels and the stool and take them and your toiletries to the shower.”
“Thank you, Kira. I really appreciate this.”
Connor’s look of gratitude made guilt roll through her. God, she was so selfish. With a small smile, she hurried out of the room.
* * *
“Shit!”
“Connor?” She knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Everything okay?”
Was it weird that she’d been hovering outside of the bathroom since Connor had climbed into the shower?
Maybe, a little weird.
“Yeah. I just, uh, dropped the soap behind me and can’t reach it,” he said.
“Do you want me to grab it for you?” She raised her voice to be heard over the sound of the shower, hoping like hell he couldn’t hear the excitement in it. Seeing Connor naked was an almost frantic need inside of her.
He paused. “I’m naked.”
“Most people are when they’re in the shower. If you don’t want me to come in, I get it. But I’m not going to, like, ogle you or anything. I’ll just get the soap for you and leave,” she said.
Liar.
She flushed. She wasn’t lying. She might want to see Connor naked, but she wasn’t going to do anything that would make him uncomfortable either.
“Uh, hold on a minute,” he called.
She waited nearly two minutes before he said, “Okay, come in.”
She opened the door and stepped into the steamy bathroom. She shut the door to keep cool air from coming in. The shower door was fogged up and she could only see a hint of Connor through it, but excitement and lust were already crowding into her belly.
“I’m going to open the shower door, okay?” she said.
“Okay.”
Do not look at his penis, Kira. Do not look at his penis.
She slid open the door and looked at his penis.
For the second time that day, thick disappointment washed over her. Connor had placed a hand towel over his crotch, and she could see… nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Her chance to see her first penis in real life had been thwarted by a damn towel.
Connor cleared his throat and, blushing furiously, she said, “Let me get the soap for you.”
“Thanks. Sorry, I was trying to wash my back and the soap slipped out of my hand.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “I’m happy to help.”
“I could have maybe stood and turned around, but…”
“No, absolutely not. You don’t want to risk slipping and falling by standing up. It’s really no problem at all.”
She was talking too high and too fast, but damn, a mostly naked Connor was a dream come true. She might not have gotten to see exactly what she wanted, but watching the water run down over Connor’s naked chest and abdomen was making her pussy plenty wet enough.
She had a hot dentist naked in her shower and it was the best damn moment of her life.
He was holding the shower nozzle in one hand and he kept it pointed downward so she wouldn’t get sprayed as she leaned into the shower. He shifted forward on the stool and her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the top of his ass.
Her desire to bend over and give his right ass cheek a little nibble was probably inappropriate, right?
“Kira?”
“Sorry,” she mumbled. She leaned down, ignoring the fact that Connor’s delectable ass was right near her face, and snagged the soap from the bottom of the shower. She straightened and stared at the back of Connor’s head. His dark hair was wet and clinging to his scalp and she could see shampoo suds on the bottom half.
“You missed rinsing some shampoo out of your hair,” she said.
His hand twisted behind him to touch the back of his neck. “Dammit.”
“Give me the shower nozzle.” She held her hand out. “I’ll rinse it out and give your back a quick wash for you.”
“Thanks.” He took the soap from her and handed over the showerhead.
She carefully rinsed the shampoo from his hair before giving it back to him. “Now the soap.”
Without speaking, he passed her the soap and she lathered up her hands before setting it in the soap dish. Her heart pounding and her pussy throbbing, she ran her hands across his broad back in long, slow strokes. She washed his upper back in small circles, taking more care and time than necessary, but Connor’s smooth skin and firm muscles were an aphrodisiac she couldn’t resist.
She smoothed her hands over the muscles in his back, rubbing lightly before moving to his lower back and stroking and massaging. His low groan sent heat straight between her thighs.
“Okay?” Her voice was shamefully needy.
“Yeah.”
She could barely hear him over the sound of the shower. She moved her hands lower, just above his ass and he groaned again.
“Connor, are you -”
Her breath caught in her throat. The towel over his dick was tented. Connor had an erection. She was touching him, and it made him hard. Her body moved of its own accord, squirming in behind him, not caring that her leggings and shirt were soaking up the water and soap from his skin as she pressed her body against the lean length of his back.
He drew in a harsh breath when she slid her hands around his trim waist and rubbed his flat abdomen. The muscles trembled beneath her touch and he used his free hand to trap her hands against him when she slid them upwards.
“What are you doing, little Kira?” he rasped.
“Helping you shower,” she said. “You missed a spot.”
“Is that right?” His voice was a mixture of lust and amusement.
“Yes.” She kissed the top of his shoulder. “Let me help you.”
“I’m getting you wet,” he said.
“So wet,” she whispered into his ear.
He made another harsh groan, dropping his hand and tilting his head back as she drew her hands up his body. The soap on her hands was long gone, but she rubbed small circles across his chest, delighted at the feel of the coarse hair beneath her palms. When she brushed her fingers across his flat nipples, his back arched and the back of his head dropped onto her shoulder.
She stared at the towel that covered his crotch. His right hand, still holding tightly to the shower nozzle, was resting on his thigh, the water cascading down his leg.
“Almost finished.” She traced her fingertips across his collarbone. “There’s one more spot you seemed to have missed.”
“Oh yeah?” He turned his head and nipped at her earlobe. “You want to help me with that?”
“It would be very nice of me to help,” she said.
“So nice,” he breathed into her ear before sucking on her lobe. “Touch me, little Kira.”
She wet her lips, the steam and the heat from the shower making her cheeks flush, before reaching for the towel. She plucked the towel off his lap and dropped it to the bottom of the shower.
She stared unabashedly at his cock, a little tremor of excitement tinged with worry rising in her belly. He seemed very long and thick to her and she studied the head of his cock as her fingers trembled just above it.
His free hand caught hers and squeezed lightly. “Okay, honey?”
“I’ve never, I mean, I haven’t…” She swallowed hard. “I’ve never touched one before.”
He pressed a kiss against her jawline. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to,” she said immediately. “I really want to. I’m just worried I won’t do it right.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss against the palm before guiding it to his dick. “Wrap your fingers around me.”
She did what he asked, sliding her hand around his width and holding him loosely. His cock quivered in her hand and he groaned loudly into her ear.
“Is this wrong?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “No, it’s good. Your hand is so fucking soft. Stroke me back and forth.”
She rubbed back and forth, fascinated by how velvety soft his own skin was. That velvet skin covered what felt like hard steel, and she rubbed a little harder, tightening and loosening her grip as she stroked.
“Fuck, oh fuck, that’s good, honey.” Connor was panting into her ear, his hips rocking to meet her rhythm.
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her pussy, as Connor moaned in her ear. “Touch the head, little Kira.”
She ran her thumb over the head, and he made his loudest moan yet, his hips rocking forward. His free hand reached behind and gripped her thigh through her pants, squeezing hard as she continued to stroke him.
“Harder,” he rasped.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said.
“You won’t,” he said. “Jack me harder and faster, honey. Do it.”
She did what he asked, watching in fascination as his cock seemed to swell in her hand. His entire body was rocking back and forth, his head moving restlessly against her shoulder as his hand kneaded her thigh.
He sucked in a harsh breath and dropped the nozzle to the shower floor before wrapping his big hand around hers. He forced her hand to move even faster, guiding her in the rhythm he wanted as the head of his cock leaked precum.
“Good, honey, good,” he moaned. “I’m so close to coming, I’m so close…”
His hand squeezed almost brutally around hers, forcing it to a stop as his back arched and he made a hoarse shout. Come poured out of his dick and he shouted again, the back of his skull digging into her shoulder, his big body shaking against hers as he came and came again.
He released her hand, sagging against her as she kissed his temple. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” he mumbled.
She kept one hand on his back to steady him as she leaned down and grabbed the shower nozzle. She rinsed his back and upper chest before rinsing his cock. He moaned and twitched at the feel of the warm water. She kissed his shoulder and reached past him to turn off the shower.
She stepped out of the shower, her shirt and leggings sticking to her body, and reached for the towel as Connor braced his hands on the shower wall and door and heaved himself to his feet. He balanced on his left foot and she handed him the crutch leaning on the wall just outside of the door. He propped it under his right armpit and carefully maneuvered his way out of the shower until he was standing in front of her.
“Okay?” she said.
He nodded and she handed him the other crutch before drying him off. He twitched when she touched his dick and she gave him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine,” he said. “I’m still a little sensitive.”
“Can you turn around?”
He turned around, she was once again amazed at his dexterity with the crutches, and she dried his back and ass before crouching and drying his legs. She stood and wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking it tight before opening the bathroom door. “C’mon, back to the bedroom before you catch a chill.”
He crutched his way down the hallway and into the bedroom. She almost ran into him when instead of sitting down on the bed, he turned around and dropped one crutch. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her up against him, balancing on his good leg as he stared down at her.
“Connor, what -”
He dropped his mouth onto hers, sliding his tongue between her lips as she moaned and threw her arms around his shoulders. She wanted to rub her entire body against him like a cat. Fuck, had she ever been this horny?
She sucked at his tongue, nibbling at his lips and making small sounds of need as his big hand rubbed circles on her lower back. Her breasts felt heavy and her damp bra was rubbing and chafing her suddenly-hard nipples.
“Your turn,” he whispered against her mouth. “Take off these wet clothes, honey.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “That’s a great idea.”
She kissed him again, her hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. She pulled away and was just tugging it up when her brother walked into the bedroom.
“Connor? How’s the leg today? Any – what the hell?”
Her face bright red, she yanked her shirt back down, giving Connor a mortified look. His erection was extremely noticeable against the towel wrapped around him – was that normal? Did guys get hard again that quickly? – and she kept her body in front of him as she spun around to face her brother.
“Gideon? What are you doing here?”
He gave her a look of confusion. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work, remember? You asked me to stop in and check on him.”
He was wearing his sheriff’s vest and when the dispatcher’s voice crackled over the radio attached to it, he reached up and turned it down before eyeing Kira’s wet clothing. “Why are you home?”
“Rose gave me a few days off so I could help Connor. I just, uh, helped him shower,” she said.
“Oh.” Gideon cleared his throat. “I guess I don’t need to stop by then.”
“Thanks for stopping, Gideon,” Connor said from behind her. “I appreciate it.”
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” Gideon hesitated. “Kira, can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?”
“Just let me help Connor get settled and I’ll be right there.”
Gideon left and she sucked in a gulp of oxygen before turning to stare at Connor. He had an amused look on his face, and she glared at him. “This isn’t funny. Gideon almost saw us about to…”
She stopped and took a deep breath before moving around him and pulling back the covers. “Get into bed. I’ll bring you some lunch after I’ve talked to Gideon.”
She jumped when his big hand caressed her ass. “Have I ever told you how incredible your ass is?”
“My brother is in the kitchen,” she said pointedly. “Get into bed.”
He gave her a boyish grin, that dimple making her thighs loosen, and dropped the towel before sitting on the side of the bed. His cock was semi-hard, and she stared at it, licking her lips as a new tremor of lust wormed its way into her belly.
Connor reached out and traced her erect nipple through her shirt. She moaned and pulled away, giving him a look of disbelief. “Behave, Connor.”
His grin widened and she pushed his hand away when he brushed her nipple again. “Get into bed, now.”
She helped him swing his right leg into the bed and prop it up against the pillows before pulling the covers up to his waist. He caught her wrist with one hand, his thumb rubbing against her pulse point.
She trembled helplessly in his grip, staring at his mouth as he said, “Hurry back, little Kira.”
She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak, and backed away when he released her wrist. She left the room and hurried upstairs to her room, whipping off her wet clothes and putting on dry ones before returning downstairs to the kitchen.
Gideon was filling up a travel mug with coffee and she grabbed the milk from the fridge and handed it to him.
“Thanks.”
He added milk and stuck it back in the fridge as Kira sat down at the table. He leaned against the counter and sipped at the coffee, staring silently at her.
She fidgeted in the chair, tugging nervously at the hem of her shirt. “How’s work going?”
“Fine,” he said.
She stared at the Harmony Falls Sheriff’s Department logo on the front of his vest as he took another sip of coffee. “Not to be super weird and awkward, but Connor is injured and with what you told me about his knee history, he probably shouldn’t be, um…”
She jumped up. “This is beyond super weird and awkward, Gideon.”
He grimaced and headed for the door. “Yeah, it is. Text me if you need me.”
She waited until she heard the front door shut before taking a deep breath and returning to the bedroom. She peeked inside and guilt swept through her. Connor was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He had put the brace back on and he was rubbing the top of his thigh just above his swollen right knee. Even from the doorway she could see the paleness of his skin and the little pain lines etched around his mouth and eyes.
What the hell was she thinking? She wasn’t, obviously. She was horny and needy, and she hadn’t even given one thought to Connor’s injury. He needed rest, not to be groped in the shower.
She stepped into the room, cupping her elbows. “Connor?”
His eyes popped open and he moved his hand away from his leg and gave her a flirty smile. “Your brother gone?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Take off your clothes and climb into bed, little Kira.”
She took a few steps forward, hugging herself a little tighter. “Connor, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he said. He patted the mattress next to him. “Come here, honey.”
She shook her head. “You need rest.”
“No, what I need is to watch you come on my fingers.”
Her face turned scarlet at his bluntness and he grinned again. “You want and need that too.”
Oh God, did she ever.
She made herself shake her head no again. “We really can’t. I shouldn’t have done that to you in the shower.”
His body stiffened. “Do you regret what happened?”
“No, of course not,” she said. “But you’re injured, and I groped you like some horny housewife and it was totally inappropriate.”
“I didn’t mind,” he said with a laugh. “Now it’s my turn to return the favour.”
“We can’t,” she repeated. “Your knee has to heal and -”
“I don’t need my knee for what I’m about to do to you.” A hint of impatience crept into his voice. “Let me show you.”
“It’s better if we don’t,” she said. “I don’t want to risk hurting you again.”
“You won’t,” he said. “Kira, get in the bed. There’s no way in hell that I’m having an orgasm and you’re not.”
“It’s no big deal,” she said. “Really.”
“It’s a big deal to me,” he replied. “Get into bed.”
“I’m going to make you some lunch and bring you your pain meds and then you’re going to have a nap.” She backed toward the doorway. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
“Kira, I’m fine.” He gave her a look of exasperation.
“You’re not,” she said. “You’re in pain and you’re tired and you need to rest. The conversation is over, Connor.”
She stepped into the hallway as Connor muttered, “Like hell it is, Kira Walker.”