I brushed some hair away from his eyes. “Okay,” I conceded, “but I’m stopping if it gets worse. I won’t hurt you.”
He nodded. “I’m used to the pain. I just can’t put weight on it.”
“Tell me to stop if you need me to,” I demanded. He nodded again, and I leaned down to kiss him. “On your back.”
Without the weight on his knee, Reyes was able to relax some. Soon after, I was suited up and entering his body. Being face-to-face, I was able to keep a careful eye on him, but all I saw in his expression was the burning desire to feel somethinggoodinstead of the pain. He clung to me, as if afraid he’d fall back into the darkness at any moment, and it tore at me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I wanted to kiss it all away. To fix this for him, somehow.
As my movements increased, I could tell Rey was still holding himself back, struggling to trust me with the full weight of his burden. I pressed our foreheads together and whispered, “Whatever you need to feel good, Rey, just take it, okay?”
He hesitated before letting out a breath, relieved that I understood something even he couldn’t find words for. “I can’t,” he admitted. “It hurts to lift.”
I kissed him once before reaching for a couple of pillows. He used his good leg to lift his ass so I could slide them under his hips before I gently lay back on top of him, careful of where my weight rested so not to put too much strain on his injured leg. I could almost see some of the tension leave his face as he tested the new position and found it to his liking.
We found a rhythm easily, and it wasn’t long before one hand clamped down on my bicep as Rey became lost to the passion. I paused only long enough to lift his hips for a better angle. His eyes slid shut as I nailed his prostate and he cried out for more. Over and over, I gave him what he needed and was able to watch him come apart in my arms when he finally surrendered. I felt his strong, solid body shudder from the intensity of his release. He mumbled something in Spanish, but it was his hold on me that spoke the loudest. Exhausted and spent, he refused to let go, as though I was the only thing keeping him grounded. It surprised me how utterly complete that made me feel, being able to give this to him. I didn’t even need to chase my own orgasm. Seeing Reyes let go was enough for me.
I started to withdraw, but Rey tightened his hold around my back and moved his hips, silently urging me to finish. I stared at him in awe. Even drunk with pleasure as he was, Rey was still offering me something in return. Could this man be any more incredible?
In that moment, there was only one thing Iwanted, and I waited until Rey opened his eyes to look at me before slanting my mouth over his. It only took one brush of our lips to send me spiraling over the edge.
My arms gave out as reality slowly came back and Rey groaned when I collapsed on top of him. I quickly but gently slipped out, trying not to put any more pressure on his knee than necessary.
We lay breathless for several seconds before I got up to discard the condom. Rey wouldn’t look at me, and I wondered if he thought I’d judge him for needing sex in a moment of darkness. If that was true, he wouldn’t get it from me.
I remembered seeing the oversized bathtub in his bathroom earlier and got an idea. “I’ll be right back.”
I went to the bathroom and set the water at the lowest temperature, knowing the cold water would help with the pain. I saw a small container of Epsom salts on the counter and poured that in before searching out a washcloth and returning to Reyes. He had rolled to his side, both hands on his left knee.
Panic shot through me as I raced over to him, nearly forcing him to look at me. “Rey, please be honest, did I do this? Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s….” he groaned, “it’s an old injury. I pushed myself too hard this weekend.”
I wasn’t sure I believed him, but helping him was more important at the moment. Drawing on all my years of training to remain calm, I took a steadying breath. “Okay. Well, do you have anything for it? Meds or a cream or something?”
He nodded. “Both. In my shaving kit.”
I went to retrieve it, and though it was a commonly prescribed muscle relaxer, I was still shocked at the high dose. The label suggested one pill every twelve hours, so I popped the lid and dropped one in my palm before fetching a cup of water.
Reyes had managed to get up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, but his back was still taut with tension. He was studying something on the floor with humor in his eyes. I followed his gaze and felt heat rush to my cheeks.
“Ride ‘em like a cowboy?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I frowned and made a show of holding up the boxer briefs so he could see it better. “No, it says ride ME like a cowboy.”
Reyes shook his head, clearly amused. “Please tell me you have an entire collection of fun underwear I get to enjoy.”
I smirked. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.”
I handed him the pill and glass of water, which he quickly tossed back, then gave him the tube of cream.
His smile faded as he massaged it into his skin. It had a sharp, herby scent of some kind. “Sor—”
“Don’t.” My interruption startled him, making him pause. “You do not have to apologize for anything.” When he still didn’t look at me, I knelt down in front of him. I had no clue what to say to him, but I hoped he could see the truth in my eyes. “Not with me. Okay? I’ve been there too.”
He stared at me for a few minutes before leaning in to kiss me.“Gracias, mi estrella.”
“Come on,” I said. “I have a bathtub filling with cold water. It should help.”
