“It was fine until I played into overtime.”
“Played into overtime?”She looks up sharply.“Jay.You shouldn't have been playing at all.Why the hell did you think this was a good idea?”
I don’t answer, because I know she’s right, so I just look away.I shouldn't have done it, but frankly I'm tired of being injured.I just want to get out there and play.
She presses harder into the muscle, and I grunt.“Let me guess.You needed to prove something.”
“I needed to be ready.If I'm injured the contract I signed with the Monterey Leviathans is null and void before I've even had the chance to play.”
“Well, you're pretty much fulfilling that prophecy, you know?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You can’t even walk to your own door.”Her voice is sharp now, frustrated.“You texted me at 11 P.M.because you literally cannot move.”
“Which is why you’re here.”I meet her eyes, and there’s no smirk this time.No charm.“You’re the only one I trust to fix this.”
That stops her, and the fight drains out of her expression, replaced by a soft, pitying smile.
“You’re an idiot,” she mutters, but her hands are gentler now as she works the knot.
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”
She rolls her eyes, that smile growing even though she's trying to hide it.
She shuffles around on her knees and huffs out an annoyed breath.
“These are the worst conditions to help you.Move over.”
She places her hand on my other thigh and gently pushes my legs apart.Then she does something wholly unexpected.She crawls under my legs and sits in between my thighs with the coffee table in behind her and the couch in front.
I bite my lip, holding back the things I want to say, but having Ally Hart kneeling between my legs, massaging my upper thigh was not on my bingo card this year.
Her fingers work my thigh deeper, traveling up the muscle.
“How does it feel?”
She can’t seriously expect me to answer that without a groan, can she?
It hurts, but feels so fucking good.A little pain.A little pleasure—just the way I like it.
“It’s getting better,” I husk out, adjusting my seating position so she can’t see my semi.
Still, I watch her hands, unable to stop myself because they look so good against my skin.Her nimble fingers move higher...
And higher,
Higher still…
Then…
“Shit,” I mutter, throwing my head back onto the couch.My cock is at full attention now because Ally Hart didn't just brush past it.I swear she took her time and felt it.“I didn’t realize diverting blood flow was part of the treatment course.”
Yeah, it's there, proudly trying to nudge its way to a girl with the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.
“Relax, Cross.It was just an accidental dick brush.Happens all the time.Gotta be professional about it.”
Her fingers keep working and my cock keeps growing.
