“Whatever. You like it when I’m bossy. Now put your mouth on me,” he says with hooded eyes. He follows that up with a softer, “Please.”
I smile, scratching my chin as though considering it. He tilts his head, raising his brow as he shifts his hand around the back of my head. I like it. I’m about to lower my head, but I remember something at the last minute and pull back up. “One second.”
I walk over to the door, about to close it, when Anders walks up. “Was just about to check on my patient.”
I shake my head. “No, you weren’t. You were just about to go do anything else for the next…twenty minutes.”
Instead of the snarky-smirky look I usually associate with him, his eyes are gentle. “You’re right, I might be gone for the next twenty to thirty minutes. I hear that Miss Odeal made her beans and rice today.”
“Thanks, brother.”
I shut the door, locking it. “That was close,” I say, carefully pushing aside his blanket, which he’d hastily pulled up when Anders appeared.
“Your brother always had impeccable timing.”
“Not going to talk about my brother right now.”
I’m cautious as I crawl up onto the bed between his legs, caging him with my arms as I dip down for a kiss. It was supposed to be a quick peck, but maybe we both needed more.
“Just so you know, Doc said it’ll likely be a while before I can get fully hard again. She said I didn’t need to worry about…completion, just sort of…the act. It’s kind of my physical therapy.”
“Why are you saying all of that like you’re warning me?”
“Because I am.”
I waggle my finger at him, kissing his nose. “I just need the information, baby. I don’t need the warning. You might be a construction zone, but you’re my construction zone. Stop trying to brace me for your reality.” I continue with a wink, “I am present and available forallof your physical therapy needs.”
“Bossy,” he whispers, pulling me in for another quick peck that fails on the dual fronts of being quick or even remotely peck-ish. His kisses have a time-erasing quality, and I have to force myself to pull back. He bites his lip, winking at me like he knows exactly what he’s doing. I growl, torn between kissing him some more and being worried about my brother cock-blocking DeShaun’snecessaryphysical therapy. Seeing my dilemma, he points to his cock and shimmies his hips.
Rolling my eyes, I slide down and kiss the tip of his beautifully restored cock, then pause, looking up at him. He nods, and I take his head in my mouth, careful with my teeth as I suck the loose bit of skin back and forth over his sensitive tip. The sharp inhale stops me in my tracks. “Did I hurt you, baby?”
His fists are balled tightly, but he’s violently shaking his head. “Fuck, never knew…just…keep going.”
I smile and continue, occasionally slipping my tongue between his foreskin and his head. Even though he’s still soft, blood is beginning to fill the tissue and his nearly silent moans become far more distinct. I chance taking the rest of him in my mouth and am rewarded with a hard thrust and a spill of warm cum.
“I swear to god that I usually have more stamina,” he says, shaking his head as he rifles his fingers through my hair.
“Wait till we use the machine.” I pop my eyebrows.
“What machine?”
“You’ll see.”
23
DeShaun
Anders was right, the first couple of days of physical therapy suck. Instead of trying to make the uncomfortable drive back to Dallas, we decide to stay in Austin. Odd and I are set up in the little condo that his brother’s apartment building reserves for guests. Since Jean-Pierre and Scout are the developers for the space, I suspect that this little apartment is permanently reserved for the members of the Wrecked and Guardians crews. This place feels like hotel sex, and I’m here for it.
It’s also convenient to the tattoo shop, so Odd’s been able to keep up with the team while focusing on my recovery. I tried to tell him that he could take a break from playing nursemaid for me, especially since I continue to recover and get stronger at a shockingly quick pace, but he ignored me, insisting that he enjoys taking care of me.
I struggle to believe that he actually likes playing nursemaid, but I’m working on it. Another thing I’m working on is believing that this happened to begin with. It’s one thing to be told that you’re participating in advanced medicine; it’s quite another to see it in action. Honestly, the thought that these things are being developed to ensure that civilians and soldiers have access to the best limb and burn care makes me proud to be a part of the research. Everyone deserves this kind of recovery.
The pain of healing and getting used to the new knee is significantly less than the pain of what I had before. I’ve heard people say they wish they hadn’t put things off for so long, and for the first time in my life, I get it.
I still can’t get completely hard, but Dr. Tamashiro isn’t concerned. “It’s not a matter of healing; it’s a matter of training. Your body is not used to regularly responding to stimulus with a complete erection. And your system has been through a lot. If we hit six months out, and you still can’t achieve an erection without supplemental drugs, then we’ll see if anything else might be going on. But for now, just enjoy the healing process and your increased sensitivity.”
I think about all the things I put off and shiver because I would’ve missed out—did miss out—on so much. I certainly would’ve missed out on the gleam in Odd’s eye as he puts on his tennis shoes.
