“Actually, I feel good.” Ryker’s voice floated after her.
“But you need the anti-inflammatory.” She grabbed the medication bottle, read the front, put it back, and grabbed another one. Bingo. She opened it and shook out two. “Here you go.” She held the caplets for him.
“Thank you.” He took them and tossed him down his throat.
“You’re supposed to take that with milk or food.” She put her hands on her hips and he rolled his eyes and smiled.
“All right, I’ll drink a glass of milk. Do you want anything?” He glanced back and stopped. A smile spread across his face. “I think you do.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” She bit her bottom lip and cocked her head. “Drink your milk, Captain, then meet me in the bedroom.”
Ryker watched her hips sway as she meandered from the room after giving him a sexy smile. Damn. He opened the fridge, grabbed the milk, and took two huge swigs straight from the plastic jug. He recapped the moo juice, shut the fridge, and stalked through the living room toward the bedroom. He stopped at the doorway. Brie had turned down the bed and was laying in the middle of it––naked.
He shifted the strap of the sling from his neck and removed the material with a swipe of his hand. Brie walked on her knees to the end of the bed. “Let me help.” Her fingertips slid under the t-shirt and traced across his abs. She unfastened his jeans and unzipped the constricting fabric. He stepped out of them and then his boxers as she peeled the material off. Carefully, she unhooked the safety pins and helped him remove the t-shirt.
He brought her to him with his good arm and found her mouth, kissing her the way he’d wanted to kiss her all afternoon. He ran his hand down her back. Her luscious curves and the soft swell of her breasts fit against him perfectly. He lifted a knee and edged her backward. She dropped as he advanced, putting her fully under him in the middle of the bed. He held his weight on his good arm and stared down at her. “How did I get so lucky?”
She reached up and pushed his hair from his face. Her eyes searched his before she smiled. “Luck has nothing to do with us. You’re mine and I love you.”
He lowered his lips to hers and brushed them tenderly. “You are the single best thing in my life. I never stood a chance; you stole my heart.”
“And I’ll never give it back.” She rolled her hips under him.
He dropped his forehead to her shoulder and groaned, “Minx.”
“Who, me?” She rolled her hips against his cock again and made a sound that came damn close to a purr.
She spread her legs, and he found heaven. Her fiery core gloved him in ecstasy. “God.” He slid deeper and retreated, loosening her to accept him. “So fucking good.” His arm supporting him trembled. He moved onto his knees, settled onto his heels, and helped her move closer to him. The injury limited the way he could pleasure her, but he’d fucking make sure she found her release. Who needed a second arm? He grabbed her hip and slowly thrust into her again. He watched a blush spread across her skin. Her breasts swayed in time with the movement of his hips. “I want to kiss you. Here.” He ran his thumb across her nipple.
She panted, “Yes.”
He ran his finger down her arm and cupped her hand in his, kissing the palm before he lowered it and placed it on her breast. “Show me what you’d want me to do.” Her finger circled her nipple, teasing it with soft strokes.
He placed her other hand lower. “Touch yourself. Show me, baby. Show me what you like.” He would not last. The woman was erotic sex personified. Her hair spread in a halo across the pillows and sheets, one hand teasing her nipple, the other... Oh hell, she spread her sex with two fingers and stroked herself. He could see his cock glistening from her excitement as he withdrew. Her fingers moved faster, and he kept pace. She arched and tightened around him, her hands slapped the sheets and fisted them seconds before her body gripped him. He let himself go and chased his own release.
It took several long seconds before he opened his eyes. The sight before him was nothing short of heaven. He carefully lowered beside her and moved her to his good side. “I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much I love you.” He kissed the top of her head.
“I think I do. You made my life complete. It was as if I was stumbling in darkness, then finally opened my eyes and the only thing I could see, feel, or imagine was you.” She wiggled closer and shrugged. “That still doesn’t describe it, but...”
He trailed his good hand down her back. “No, it does, it makes perfect sense. You are my everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Let’s hope you never have to find out.” She sighed and then yawned.
He kissed the top of her head again and listened to her breath even out as she drifted to sleep. He stared at the ceiling, terrified. Good things rarely lasted for him. Fate had a way of taking things from him. He tightened his arm around Brie. Fuck fate. He’d allow nothing to take her from him. Ever.
Ryker woke slowly. The sun had just started coming up and Brie had tangled herself around him. It had been a week since they’d shot him. Seven days with no answers and too many questions. He had to take a trip into the city today. Thankfully, he could manipulate his arm and shoulder into a button-down. He’d started physical therapy two days ago, and damn it if he didn’t feel like a blubbering baby by
