“You have a heart of gold,” I said, taking in the stretch of black cotton over his muscular back. “The girl you fall for will be so lucky.”
He simply shrugged. It took me a moment of swaying on my feet before I was able to let go and pee. There was no better sensation than emptying one’s bladder and I sighed in relief. With my shaky hand, I wiggled my dick and stuffed it back in my jogging pants. Regarding him, I ran my gaze all over his broad, muscular back. It was possible he had the biggest shoulders I’d ever seen, perfect for grabbing onto as he gave me the fucking of a lifetime.Stop it.
“Done?” he prompted.
“Yeah.”
Jere was a prince. He guided me to the sink where I washed my hands. I fumbled the soap several times, the slipperiness making it hard to coordinate. My legs were like rubber from the two months of sitting in bed, and only moving during physical therapy had atrophied my muscles. Every time my hands jerked, the movement rocked me off balance.
“Here,” he said and pushed his thigh between my legs, bumping my balls. “Now try.”
Instant hardon. I tried to concentrate on washing my hands, but his rock-hard body against mine drudged up all the desires I’d developed for my best friend. When I was done washing my hands, he took my hand in his, our fingers entwining as we made our way back to the couch. I nearly face planted on my living room floor, but he caught me and righted my stance.
Who knew getting me to the bathroom to take a piss would be a production? I breathed a sigh of relief the moment my butt reconnected with the cushion, and I pulled my shirt over my erection, praying he didn’t notice. Funny thing was, he was completely unaware doing something like pushing his muscular thigh against my ass and balls got the furnace going.
“I found your gaming system,” he said and set the console up next to the television.
“Ronnie and I play occasionally.”
“Play with me,” he said.
I chuckled mirthlessly. “I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?”
I held my hands out in an obvious explanation as they quaked.
“Didn’t that nice physical therapy guy say the more hand exercises you do, the better your motor functions will become? I think gaming is good practice.”
I said nothing because he had a point.
“Here,” Jere said and sat on the couch next to me with twin controllers. “I’ll help you.”
“How—”
I gasped as he lifted me into his lap, his thick thighs caging me in, his warm body supporting my back. My breath caught and my half-chub jerked in my pants. How could he not know what he was doing? I wanted to yell at him and scold him, but he put the controller in my hands, stealing my bluster. It was hard being this close to him and not reacting. He was so solid against me, warm, the cotton of his T-shirt soft. His rough hands guided my shaky fingers as we played. It didn’t go well, but I quickly found myself having fun as we controlled the character over cliffs and shot enemies. The inventive ways in which I died was rather amusing.
“It’s kinda’ like a three-legged race,” he said, his breath brushing against my neck. “You have to coordinate with each other. Move with them.”
His thumbs stroked over mine, the touch sending a jolt through me. I closed my eyes, focusing on his touch. I’d fantasized about being this close to him in a more than platonic way. The thing about Jere, was he’d never been afraid to touch me.
“If you don’t work together, you’re going to trip and fall,” he said, his voice almost a purr.
We ended up dying more often than not but did progress to the next level.
Reluctantly, I said, “I’m really tired. I think I want to take a nap.”
I’d hoped he might scoop me into his arms and carry me to bed like a princess, but he knew exactly what I needed. Letting me do most of the work to get to my bedroom, no matter how exhausted I might be, meant the world. He stuck next to me, righting me if I got too of course and when I made it to my bed without hurting myself, it felt like I’d accomplished a feat. He peeled back the comforter, and I slipped in. Being surrounded by the softest bamboo sheets and fluffy blankets was heaven.
I blew out a breath laced with stress and offered him a smile. “Thanks, Jere.”
“Of course.” He pulled the blanket up to my chin. “If you need anything, just call. I won’t be far away.”
But he’d never been far away, had he?
CHAPTER NINE
Jere
