“Oh, precious,” Jarred sighed and then moved the pack back into place.
“Eat a bit more,” Hellion urged her.Obediently, Wave opened her mouth for a forkful of cheese omelet.She was getting a full breakfast in bed.
“You need to sleep soon,” Marc commented, coming over to sit on the floor next to Hellion.
“This bed won’t hold two, but I don’t want to leave her alone,” Jarred said.Hellion fed her another forkful and then held a straw out for her to drink.
“There’s a couch in the living room,” Marc hedged.
“I’ll be fine,” Wave mumbled.
“Hush, beautiful,” Hellion said and picked up pancakes next.
“Don’t hush me.”Wave tried to frown, but it was half-hearted.She really needed to sleep.She tried to say something else, but as soon as her mouth was empty, Hellion fed her more, and he was quite insistent.
Wave gave up on listening and just focused on swallowing bite after bite.She didn’t realize she had been dozing off until Jarred carried her to the bathroom.She brushed her teeth sitting down, took care of business, and found the bed remade when Jarred lay her down on it.
Sighing morosely, she allowed Hellion to place another icepack against her abused pussy.If he had been smirking, she would have found the energy to kill him, but only worry radiated from his handsome face when she whined.
“Shh, beautiful.I’ll keep watch.”He sat down on the floor and started stroking his fingers through her hair slowly.
“So, what trick are you going to spring on me,” she mumbled.
“Hmm?”
“Marc played the fake-boyfriend card.”She yawned.“Jarred pulled off the pet play.What’s your angle?”
“Wayla Spinwell, are you asking me to go steady with you?”Hellion gasped.His fingers never slowed.
“Just wanted to know,” she slurred.Hellion was quiet for a while, and then Wave felt his lips graze over her forehead.
“I’ll be your Prince Charming.Sleep now, beautiful.”
Wave had nothing to say to that.
Waverolledoutofthe bed, cursed, and then cursed some more.Her only saving grace was that she had managed to kick the men out last night.Well, at midnight, but still.There were no witnesses to her current state, and that was what counted.
She had slept all of Sunday away, only waking up to eat some more.There had been more massaging, too.Anything the trio could come up with to ease her.
Marc had been the meanest of the bunch, forcing her out of bed and through some stretches in the name of her well-being.She would bite her own tongue before admitting that doing those stretches actually helped.
So, she was sore.She could live with that.Maybe.As long as she didn’t need to wear pants.Or panties.Wave stumbled to the door, calling Chrissy’s name.
“What is it, buttercup?”
“I need help,” Wave groaned, too sore to feel mortified for what she was about to ask.“Can you get me a dress or skirt that I can wear commando.I just… can’t.”
Chrissy dissolved into hysterical giggles, and Diana choked on her smoothie.Ginny was the only one who gave her a sympathetic look.
“It’s fun as long as it lasts, but afterwards sucks big time,” she said.Wave nodded, not as empathically as she would have liked, but with full feeling.At that, Chrissy got herself under control and wiped the tears from her face.
“Of course, I’ll help you.Would you like some extra soft padding for your boobs?”
“Yes, please!”
Now, Chrissy was in full focus mode, and she began circling Wave.
“You’ll need support, nothing too loose, so nothing rubs.Would you like to try some boxer-type silk panties?”
