"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
