My cock pulsed in my pants, and words flew out of my mouth before I could censor them. “Well, that one’s almost as big asme.”
She glanced over to see what I was looking at and instantly turned beet red.
Amy stammered, “Th-that wasn’t for you to see. That’s something that just randomly got left out. Wow. What isthatdoing there?”
She tried to reach for it with her broken arm, catching herself with a groan as she shifted.
Her face was close to a cranberry shade now, and I could tell she was dying of embarrassment. It made her look absolutely adorable.
I picked up her vibe and tucked it into the nightstand drawer for her. “All gone. It’s like it doesn’t even exist. Although if you lettoomany men see that thing, you might start an anti-vibrator movement. We don’t want to put real men out of a job now, do we? We’re only good for a few things and honey, that’s one of them.”
She looked like she was going to explode with embarrassment now. But her lips were also curling up on the edges, and I could tell she was trying not to laugh.
Then she did start laughing despite herself.
When she’d recovered from that, she reached out with her good arm and touched my thigh. “You’re funny, Dawson. I like you.”
“That’s good, because I like you too,” I rumbled as I sat down on the edge of the bed facing her. The air between us changed, a spark igniting.
She stroked my thigh, her hand coming awfully close to my cock, and it took all my restraint not to take her right then and there.
A lesser man might have taken advantage of the situation. But I just hung on for dear life, trying not to move.
I knew they’d given her some serious painkillers at the hospital. And they were probably making her a little loopy.
She looked tired, like a wilted flower, and I could only imagine what I looked like. I hadn’t slept for even a second at the hospital last night, and she’d probably only managed a couple hours of broken sleep.
Stilling her hand with mine before she caused an explosion in my pants, I asked, “What can I get you, Amy? I imagine you’re probably ready for a nap, but do you need anything first?”
“No, you’ve done so much, Dawson. Oh. One thing. Will you put your number in my phone? I’d like to thank you when I’m feeling better. I won’t forget what you’ve done for me. And when you leave, will you make sure not to let Noodles out? He tries to escape sometimes.”
I wasn’t planning on leaving. Not until she felt better. But I didn’t need to fight with her over it, so I didn’t mention it.
Instead I said, “Do you mind if I stay until you fall asleep? In case you need something.”
“That’s sweet of you. Sure. And on this day, a stranger watched me sleep.” She tugged her hand out of mine and continued her slow path across my thigh. Did she want me to come in my pants? Because that was a distinct possibility.
“Amy, I don’t know if we count as strangers anymore.”
“What are we then? Friends? I don’t even know your last name, and we’re supposedly married.”
Something shifted in my chest and unlocked. “If you keep throwing out the M word, you might find yourself in trouble.”
Amy laughed sleepily while her hand kept teasing me, grazing closer and closer to my cock before drifting back down to my knee again. She was sending spasms of hunger through me whether she knew it or not.
Her words came out slowly. “No, sir. Men areafraidof the M word. It’s us women who want to settle down. I think there’s a biological mismatch or something. Hence the—”
As her hand drifted too close to my cock again I growled out, “I’m not afraid of marriage, Amy. It just needs to be with the right woman.”
She patted my thigh as her eyes fluttered shut. “Yeah. That’s what they all say. But if it were true, there’d be no need for the sparkly pink Boinkacorn.”
“Boinkacorn?”
“Yeah,” she said softly, “like a unicorn, but inpink.”
Now I had no idea what she was talking about, but I think it was a reference to that vibrator of hers. The one I wanted to put into retirement.
Then she slid her hand onto the bulge in my jeans, and Iknewit was time for me to get up.
