Now I’m rock hard and throbbing for him.
Feeling my predicament, Noah laughs and removes his hand, causing me to mutter another curse. Easing himself up, he presses another kiss to my lips, then carefully climbs off the bed.
“I better go before things become indecent.”
“They’re already indecent.” I curse him, biting my lip and trying to think of anything other than my aching dick.
He laughs again. “Get some rest so I can take you home and let you do dirty things to me.”
“Fuck, Noah,” I groan, my heart practically galloping now. “You’re killing me.”
“I’ll be back later.”
When he leaves, I take long, deep breaths, forcing my hand to stay away from my cock and my mind to stay out of the gutter. Eventually, my heart rate returns to a steady rhythm, and the beeping of the monitor lulls me to sleep.
Chapter 35
Noah
Zac’s released from the hospital six days after he wakes up from the sedation. He has a recovery plan for his head trauma and the bruised ribs he sustained from the seat belt. They removed the stitches from his head, but the doctors said it could take a few months for the scarring to fade.
“This is embarrassing,” he grumbles as Adam pushes his wheelchair towards the car. “I can walk.”
“It’s hospital policy, son.”
Zac scoffs. “My feet still work. I’m not a freaking invalid.”
It turns out my boyfriend doesn’t cope well with forced bedrest. He makes for an extremely grumpy patient.
Adam and I ignore him.
I spend a lot of time at his place outside of classes and training, texting him throughout the day because all I can think about is how close I came to losing him.
Two and a half weeks after the accident, Jasper catches me as I’m leaving the changing rooms after training.
“Are you home for dinner tonight?”
I shake my head. “I’m heading to Zac’s. Going to stay the night.”
We have an away game this weekend, leaving early tomorrow morning, and I want to spend some time with him before I go.
Jasper rubs the back of his neck. “You’re not around much these days.”
Guilt swirls in my gut.
“You know Kincaid’s welcome at the house. Nothing’s changed.”
“Yeah, I know.” But did I? I’ve been so used to hiding, I don’t know how to be with Zac in public.
“We all want to see him, too.”
Zac hasn’t been to any games yet—he still gets headaches from being too overstimulated.
“He hasn’t got clearance to drive yet.”
Jasper tosses me his keys. “So, go pick him up. He can crash at ours, and we’ll drop him off before we get the bus tomorrow.”
I stare down at his keys, then back up at my housemate, emotion clogging my throat. “Seriously?”
