“Razor,” I rasped, and he growled, so deep and low, it was almost feral.
“Jesus,” he bit out, his hands sliding into my hair and weaving into my scalp, pulling me forward.
I bit his ear, gently but hard enough to elicit a reaction, and I felt his cock grow harder. The force between my legs increased, and as his slams grew faster and faster, I felt my orgasm hit me harder than it ever had before, just as Gio’s cock pulsed inside of me.
I fell against him, kissing his neck as I worked to catch my breath.
“You calling me Razor, baby. Fuckin’ heaven.”
“I was trying it out.” I smiled against his skin. “I like it.”
“Yeah, I like it, too.”
He ran his hands down my spine, kissing the top of my head. “Love you, honey.”
“Love you, too.” I sat up and met his eyes. “I’m going to clean up. Do not move.”
I headed into the bathroom to clean up, then helped him do the same.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“We just had dinner,” I pointed out.
“So?” he challenged.
I laughed, shimmying my panties back on. “Let me see what’s down here. I can make you something, but I don’t want you on that leg.”
“My crutches and walker are upstairs.”
“I’ll grab them and bring them down.”
I finished dressing, then leaned down and kissed him quickly before heading upstairs to grab his walking aids.
* * *
Razor
Two days later, I walked into the doctor’s office despite my protests. Unfortunately, both Waverly and Katie were with me, so those protests fell on deaf ears.
I’d already had another X-ray, so while we waited for the doctor to quickly review it, I wrapped an arm around Waverly and pulled her closer to me on the waiting room bench.
“How are you so calm?” she asked.
“Can’t control the outcome, Fizzy.”
She huffed. “You could have if you hadn’t put your own health in jeopardy.”
“Yeah, I know, baby. I won’t do it again.”
“Gio,” a nurse called, and I grabbed my crutches.
Both Katie and Waverly stood and followed me back.
After my vitals were taken, the medial assistant left us and Dr. Kraft walked in, a frown on his face as he shook my hand. “What’s this I hear about you removing your cast, young man?”
“Momentary lapse of judgement,” I said.
He hummed in admonishment as he sat at his computer. “Well, the X-rays are concerning, but luckily, we don’t have to do another surgery. You are going to get another cast today and you’ll need to wear it for six weeks.”
