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“Isn’t there anything I can do to help?” Already I whined.

He paused in the middle of loading the dishwasher and glanced towards Ollie. She was engrossed in one of her Nick Jr. shows, oblivious to our conversation. “As a matter of fact, there is.” I grinned. “Later.”

My mouth drooped. I didn’t know whether to be excited or concerned. For several minutes, I sat there stewing, wondering, and worrying. Then suddenly I could feel his breath in my ear and my insides fluttered uncomfortably.

“Back scratches,” he whispered. “I’d really love some back scratches.”

“Is that what you meant?” My heart pounded as I imagined raking my nails down his back after Ollie fell asleep.

“Yeah.” His brow furrowed. “What else would I mean?”

Oh, I had plenty of ideas. Every once in a while, I’d read some romance novel while we were stuck in the hospital. I knew precisely the kinds of things he could’ve meant. For some reason, I was surprised I really wanted him to mean them, and maybe a little disappointed too.

Chapter Eight

 

Ben

 

What the hell was I doing?
As I tucked Ollie into my bed, I couldn’t help but wonder. The kiss…wasn’t nearly long enough. I wanted the chance to truly explore what might be between us. Charlie seemed into it. Of course, she was doped up on pain pills. In some ways, it felt like I was taking advantage of her.

“What are you doing?” Ollie interrupted my thoughts.

I shook my head to clear the fog. “I’m sorry. What?”

“You’ve fluffed my pillow at least thirteen times. I stopped counting after thirteen.” She narrowed her eyes at me and I laughed, seeing her mother in her.

“I’m sorry. I guess I was distracted.” I shrugged and started to walk away.

Immediately, she sat up in bed. “By what?” Then she folded her hands on the blanket while she waited for my answer.

“Um, just adult things, I guess.” I rubbed the back of my neck and glanced toward the door for help. I’m not sure what I hoped to see there. It wasn’t like Charlie could come rescue me from her too perceptive daughter.

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you worried about her eye?”

“What?” My brow furrowed. Then I remembered Charlie’s explanation for our closeness. “Oh, yeah.” I chuckled.

She looked at me sternly. “Are you sure you weren’t kissing? I’m pretty sure that was a kiss, although I’ve never seen my mom kiss anyone.”

“Never? No one?” I sat down on the edge of the bed.

Shaking her head, Olivia continued. “You know, I wouldn’t mind it if you did. Kiss her, I mean.”

I grinned. “Well, thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.” I started to get up, hoping to finally make my escape and return to the invalid on my couch. As I stood, Ollie grabbed my hand. Pausing, I studied her face. “What’s up, squirt?”

Her nose wrinkled. “No one has ever called me squirt before.”

“Good, that can be our thing.” I waited for her to reveal her thoughts.

“Ben, I think you should try kissing my mommy.” She frowned. “She’s going to need someone to love when I’m gone.”

Without thinking, I leaned down and hugged her. “You aren’t going anywhere, Squirt.”

She nodded. “I’m so tired, Ben. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

I could see her eyes starting to water and I feared I’d have a crying little girl on my hands soon, but instead she took a deep breath and pulled herself together. “Rest. Tomorrow, we bake cookies.”

Ollie leaned back against the pillows and finally rolled onto her side. Confident she had found her sleep position, I pulled the covers up around her. Then, without thinking, I planted a kiss on her little bald head. “Sweet dreams, Ollie.”

“Go kiss Mama,” she murmured, already half asleep.

With a sigh, I turned and wandered back to the living room. Charlie sat there trying to look relaxed. The effort she put into it was admirable, but not fooling anyone. “Was I gone too long, or is it the pain?” I collapsed beside her.

“Both,” she grumbled.

“Well, I would’ve been back sooner, but Ollie decided to get chatty.” I studied her a moment before reaching out to smooth the worry from her forehead. “Do you need more meds?”

“Mm, I think I should wait until closer to bed so they last all night.” She stared back at me and I tried to decipher the message her eyes struggled to convey. “So what did Ollie say?”

With a laugh, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek. “This is for you.”

“Oh, a bedtime kiss from her?” She softened.

“Um, no. I was ordered to kiss you.” I shrugged.

Her brow rose. “And that’s the best you could do? I feel cheated. Robbed, even.”

“I can do better.” I shifted toward her.

She licked her lips. “I doubt it. If you could, you’d have done it already.” Her brow rose in challenge.

“Really, I can. Let me show you.” I started to close the distance between us, but she held up her hand.

“Don’t bother. I don’t need another half-assed kiss this lifetime.” She looked away from me.

By now it had become a matter of pride. For some reason, what Charlie thought of my kisses was of great importance to me. Without asking permission, without waiting for her to give me a single sign she was amenable to my lips upon hers, I grabbed the back of her head and steered her to me. As soon as we connected, instinct took over. There was no thinking, only feeling, as our lips parted, allowing our tongues to dance in a timeless mating ritual I’d rarely experienced. Somehow, through the years, with the few girls I’d taken home from the clubs, kissing was the very last thing we’d do. Because of it, the kiss had taken on an intimacy usually reserved for sex.

Slowly, gradually, it broke off and I was aware of her hands under my shirt. At first I wanted to question, but that meant using my lips for something other than kissing down her neck, or instead of using my tongue for words rather than licking a trail to her sensitive earlobe. Then her hands found my back and she began to run her fingers up my shoulders and down to the waistband of my pants. Charlie’s touch was gentle at first, then grew bolder when she discovered I had no objections to her actions. Before long they were raking down my skin and I’d grown frantic with need.

All this feeling gave me a raging hard on. All this touching and kissing made me want her in ways I hadn’t been with anyone maybe ever. Soon, I was pushing her shirt up over her head and she helped. Before I could try to figure out how to undo her basic black bra, she had unsnapped it and let it slide down her arms. For a moment, I could only stare at two of the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen, small, perky, and peaked with a glorious pink nipple, which I needed to taste immediately.

Bending my head, I licked at it, watching with satisfaction as it hardened further from my efforts. Soon I had captured it with my lips while my teeth applied the slightest pressure. Charlie moaned in pleasure and arched against me. My hands were around her waist, but soon enough she had moved one to cover her other breast. For a moment, my cock jerked in my pants as I marveled over how right it felt hold her, tease her, and make her as drunk with desire as me.

Soon, without my suggestion or even a hint, she had unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper. A second later, I discovered it was because she wanted my other hand down there. Who was I to deny her? Please, I was in no condition to deny her. My fingers snaked under her panties, moving lower until I found her warm, wet, and waiting. She shifted slightly in an effort to encourage me to touch her, really touch her in her most sensitive, secret spot.

Honestly, clits scare me. Yet here we were. When I hesitated, she stopped kissing me, pulled my head away from her nipple and waited until our eyes met. At first, I could feel a blush creeping into my cheeks, but she ignored it, more focused on what was happening between us. Cupping my face with one hand, she forced me to look at her. Then her free hand ran down my arm until it met my hand.

There were shivers up and down my spine. Her touch, those eyes, even her assertive manner had me ready to blow. That, and it had been a long time since I’d been with anyone.

“Like this,” she murmured while our lips practically touched and the heat between us threatened to combust. Her fingers urged me on, taught me, trained me as I slid inside her wet folds. Charlie amazed me. Gawd, I wanted her, wanted to be in her, wanted to make this pulsing, aching need end.

Maybe she needed it too. Before I could react, she had reached out with one hand to work on my jeans and yank on my shirt. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand out of her jeans to help. Soon, clothes were everywhere as I carefully, cautiously undressed her.

“Your ankle,” I reminded her. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, almost as if she were afraid to speak. Then gestured to the floor. Without hesitation, I shoved the coffee table until it was off the rug, giving us more space. A smile played at the corner of her lips.

“Help me down.” Her voice had suddenly become surprisingly sensual.

Carefully, I slid my arms under her naked thighs and back while she wrapped her arms around my neck. When I laid her gently on the floor, she spread her legs and looked away to hide the pain.

“We should wait,” I whispered as I buried my face in her chest.

Charlie shook her head. “I’m ashamed to admit how much I need this. Please don’t make me beg, Ben.”

Her words were all the encouragement I needed. Soon, I had positioned myself between her thighs and started kissing her again while the head of my cock rested against her vag. It was all I could do not to thrust deep inside her. Everything about this felt incredibly important to me.

 

***

Charlie

 

This wasn’t me. This was nothing like me. Only for some reason, tonight, it was. Here I was laying on the floor about to have sex with Ben. We’d known each other…the better part of a day. Yeah, that seemed like plenty of time to decide he could share my body with me.
Fuck.
             

Still, I refused to back down because I really did want this, really did need this, and it had been a really really long time. Enough reallys in there? Yeah. So, I bit my lower lip and lifted my hips as much as possible with my injuries to encourage his throbbing hard cock to slip inside me. Thankfully, he took the hint. It felt amazing. I forgot how nice it could be, having someone all wrapped around me, feeling him moving inside me. It only took a minute for me to recognize the pressure building inside and another few seconds before something in me fractured and my muscles contracted around him in a series of powerful shock waves.

I was still panting when I realized Ben, too, seemed rather winded and his pace had slowed, his thrusts had deepened until finally, he collapsed on my chest, still inside me.

“I,” he began. That was all I let him get out before I interrupted him.

“Don’t ruin this with some dumb declaration of love.” His head lifted and I could see a shy smile on his face.

“Actually, I was going to apologize. This wasn’t my best performance. I’m grossly out of practice.” Ben sucked in his bottom lip while he waited for my reaction.

I ran my fingers through his hair. “Well, since you’re playing with an injured partner, I’m going to cut you some slack. I’d give you an 8.75 for form and a 9.65 for technique. It’s a solid silver performance.”

Pulling out of me, he suddenly sat back on his heels. “What’s wrong with my form?”

“Missionary?” I rolled my eyes and grimaced. “Very vanilla. I had you pegged as a bit more exciting, adventurous.”

“But you’re injured. Your ankle! Your foot!” He pointed as he spoke and sounded a bit exasperated.

“Well, these are all things to consider for next time.” I shrugged then glanced down at my groin. I could already feel him leaking out of me. “So, what does a girl have to do to get a towel around here?” I winked at him playfully.

Standing, he walked toward the bathroom, but I could’ve sworn I heard him mutter, “Grade on a curve.”

I couldn’t help it. I chuckled in response. Poor Ben. I really was rough on him. Moments later, he returned with a towel in hand.

“Anything else, my queen?” He bowed with a flourish and laid the towel between my thighs.

Sighing happily, I nodded. “Just one thing.”

Ben smiled. “What’s that?”

“I think I’ll take that Vicodin now.”

After I took the pill, Ben helped me pull on my panties and brought me my robe. Then we snuggled on the couch as if we’d done it a million times. I loved the way my body melted into his, the way he laid a hand on the curve of my hip, the way our breathing matched. Despite the injuries, I felt a peace I hadn’t experienced for a very long time.

“Whatcha thinking?” Ben wondered as I rested against him.

“Nothing. Just relaxing.” There were too many thoughts and feelings for me to share. They were still too private for me to speak aloud.

“It’s the pill.” He seemed so confident it made me wonder if he was right.

I didn’t want to think so. I wanted it to be Ben. Aside from the meds, he was the one big difference in my life, our life.

For another half an hour, we watched some show I didn’t even pay attention to until I was caught yawning. I tried to hide it, not ready to part ways. He must’ve known. Maybe he even felt the same way, too, because I woke up in the morning to find I was in bed with Ollie and had slept in my bathrobe. Despite the nagging pain, there was no denying I’d slept well.

I stretched cautiously and Ollie immediately rolled to face me. “Morning, Olls,” I whispered in case Ben still slept.

“Morning, mums.” She smiled knowingly.

“What’s with the look?” I propped myself up on my elbow.

“Ben kissed you.” She covered her mouth and giggled.

My cheeks flushed. There was no use denying it. “Yes, he did.” I nodded.

This time she laughed harder and I heard the sound of bare feet on hardwoods coming towards us. Ben peeked in. “Did I hear laughing already this morning?” He carefully flopped down on the end of the bed.

Ollie took one look at him and giggled uncontrollably. “What’s with her?” He looked at me in confusion.

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