CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
LYLA
The sun warms my skin, and I take a deep breath of the salty sea air as I lie on the lounger by the pool. It’s been a little over a month since the car wreck, and my body has healed nicely.
Jake has barely left my side, and when I finally did convince him to take some of his appointments, it has been a revolving door here between his brothers and sister-laws watching over me when he couldn’t.
I gave up arguing with him that I would be fine by myself for a couple of hours and just let the stubborn man have his way. Lord knows I’ve tried every which way to break the rules with him in bed without any success, but he’s adamant about sticking to the doctor's orders and waiting for the all-clear.
I glance down at my little white bikini and grin. My skin glows from the suntan oil and the nice tan I’ve gotten from all the lounging around I’ve been doing while recovering. Operationget my man to have sex with meis in full effect.
Travis and his family arrived for the summer last week, along with his sister Savi.
We caught her up with everything once we got home fromthe hospital, and she flew down as soon as her last exam was over to get in line with the rest of his family to fuss over me. I’ve gotten quite close with the girls, which is why I’m alone today, waiting for Jake to get home from his afternoon appointment. They made sure to clear the house by taking all the kids to the waterpark so we could have some time alone before his parents arrived tonight.
I hear the sliding glass door open, and all the air around me changes as his energy seeks me out and weaves its way into my body.
I texted him earlier to meet me by the pool when he got home, and I see he’s already changed into his black swim trunks. My eyes lap up the sight of him behind my sunglasses as he walks over, his muscular chest on display as the sun shines down on him like some tatted god from the heavens. I instantly crave what I’ve been wanting for the past six weeks.
He stops when he sees my swimsuit. Sophia insisted I wear it or at least wear what little there is of it. The triangle top barely covers the front of my breasts as I spill out around the little fabric. The bottoms cover the bare minimum in the front, and nothing holds it up other than tiny white strings. It’s the smallest bikini I’ve ever worn, and by the look in his eyes, I’m very glad I chose it.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, tearing his eyes from me and looking around. “Where is everyone? Are you here alone?” His eyes narrow, and I just grin at him.
“RelaxDr. Montgomery. As you can see, I’m perfectly fine being by myself.” I finger the string on my bikini top, and he swallows hard. “Everyone took the kids to the waterpark, and I told them to go enjoy themselves.” I grab the sunscreen oil and hold it out to him. “Do you mind getting my back? I wouldn’t want to burn.” He eyes me warily as I try to look innocent.
“Sure,” he says slowly. I lie on my stomach and hear himcurse under his breath. I hold my grin back as I lay my cheek on the towel, my ass on full display for him.
He sits on the side of the lounger with me, and I feel the warm oil hit my skin seconds later. His hands roam over me, and I moan as he presses further into my back with a massage.
“Feel good?” His voice is a little breathless, and I can tell he’s struggling to hang on.
“So good,” I sigh. His hands go lower and run up both legs before gliding over my ass. His fingers dig into my cheeks, and I’m practically purring like a kitten.
“My turn,” I say, getting up, eager to get my hands on him. “Lie down for me.”
“You’ll have to do my chest because there’s no way I’m able to lie facing down right now unless I want to bust right through the chair.”
He lies down, and I bite my lip to stop the laughter when I see the huge tent in his lap. He glares at me before throwing his arm over his eyes. “You’re insufferable, Lyla,” he softly growls. “And the worst patient to obey my rules.”
Giggling, I straddle his front instead of sitting to the side like he so carefully did to avoid the temptation. His body tenses as I sit right where I want him.
“What are you doing?” His voice is strained as I squirt the oil into my palm. He still won’t look at me as he stays hidden behind his arm.
“Making sure you don’t burn,” I purr, rubbing my hands along his pecks. His muscles flex under my palms, and his body becomes tight like a wire. When my hands go lower down his hard abs, and my body starts to move against him, his hands shoot out to grip my hips, keeping me locked in place.
“Lyla, I promised Dr. Martin that I would follow his strict orders and take care of you. That means no physical activitiesuntil he gives the all-clear, which isn’t for another few days when we see him for your appointment.”
“And unfortunately, you’ve been very good about following his orders despite my best efforts this past couple of weeks.”
“You haven’t made it easy, that’s for sure,” he scowls. “Dr. Martin would be very disappointed in his favorite patient if he knew what a little minx you’ve been.”
“Jack loves me.”
I’ve grown really close to my doctor since the accident. He’s become like an adoring grandfather to me. He never had kids, and his wife passed away a couple of years ago. I think he’s lonely, and I fill that void somehow as a daughter or granddaughter he never had.
“Well,Jackdoesn’t know that his sweet, innocent friend is sitting almost completely naked except for a tiny scrap of fabric on top of my dick, which feels like a deadly weapon right now because of how badly it wants to explode in this tempting little pussy that's pressed against me right now.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to stop my grin, and his eyes narrow further at me.
