He was so different from when we first met, and I loved his confidence, his sexiness. This grumpy, snarky and annoyed man was still endearing. It was hilarious that he got upset at everything I did, but I couldn't help it. Making him mad was hilarious, and while I didn't like being wrapped up in the friend drama, being iced out by Jude made me feel a little bad about Webber.
Sometimes I wondered if he was in love with Jude and how starved he was for any piece of information I could give him about his friend. Once I found out he came here for Jude, it made me feel even worse for him, so, here I was after work bringing him food and pie from Mae’s diner because I was nice like that.
“Webber, open the damn door!” I yelled knocking on the door again. “I have food and pie, I know you’re home too!”
I knocked again hearing him moving inside of the house.
“Samuel Xavier Webber the Third open this?—”
The door opened abruptly, and I lost my train of thought when he appeared in front of me in nothing but a towel, still wet from a shower. Rivulets of water came down his shoulder, down his pecs, abdomen, down this happy trail disappearing into his towel that I very much wished would fall off at this moment.
“My middle name isn’t Xavier and I’m not a third.”
I followed another droplet down the same path as his cock grew half hard.
“Forest!”
I startled.
“Eyes up here.” He snapped his finger at my flushed face.
I didn’t know if it was the shower or my blatant perusal, but fuck me, Sam Webber was a snack I wanted to bite into.
“Peaches, you should have waited for me. I would have washed your back,” I smirked.
He rolled his eyes, but his lip slightly lifted ever so as he turned around, leaving the door open for me. I watched him walk away as his strong back flexed with each movement. His limp was very apparent and I noticed he didn’t have his brace on.
“Dammit,” I muttered, dropping the bags and rushing towards him. “Peaches, don’t be walking without your brace.”
I put his arm around me as I put my arm around his back, pulling some weight from his bad side.
“Well, if you hadn’t been pounding like a mad man and actually called before you got here, maybe I wouldn’t have had to rush outhere,” he snapped.
“You know if I gave you a heads up, you would ignore me,” I said, steering him to his bedroom.
He grumbled something under his breath as I sat him on his bed.
“Don’t be such a sourpuss, Peaches,” I admonished, going to his dresser to look for his underwear.
He stayed quiet as I finally found his boxer briefs, bringing them over to him, leaning them down so I could help him put them on.
“I can put my underwear on,” he said, trying to grab them from me.
“Yeah, but what if you fall and then?—”
“Well, you're here so what does it matter?” he growled.
“Yeah, but we can’t have you hurting your knee,” I said, pulling his towel open and seeing he was half hard.
I tried to act like I wasn’t affected, but Sam’s cock was a fucking treat. He didn’t have a monster cock, but god, it fit in my mouth perfectly and it looked good as I fucked him hard and it leaked against his stomach.
Being the gentleman I was, I helped him into his underwear only brushing against his cock twice because how could I not? As I pulled his underwear up, the scar on his knee made me wince and I wondered if he was really going to go back to playing hockey.
I grabbed some shorts and a tee for him and then helped him put the brace on. We were working in a comfortable silence and as I locked in his brace, I looked up to see him lost in thought. He looked so miserable that I felt like hugging him and wishing I could make whatever was bothering him go away.
“You, ok?” I tilted his chin towards me. “I’m just trying to be helpful, but if you need me to leave I can.”
“My agent said the Yetis aren’t re-signing my contract and no one is really interested in picking me up.” His lip trembled.
