Page 82 of A Hero For Heather


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“Are you okay like this?”

“Hell yeah,” she said.

It was all he needed to hear before he found her heat and slid into it. He wasn’t sure how he could feel this good after he’d just come twice, but it was as if he was just starting.

Her hips were moving against his, her nails leaving marks on his shoulders. “Are you struggling to hold on?” he asked. He’d adjust his position if he had to.

“No. Just really worked up.”

He didn’t need to hear anymore and started to thrust into her hard and fast in jerky motions.

Each time he did, she let out another moan. One louder than the first.

It felt as if she was milking him this time and he wished he could go longer, but when she started to come and her screeching was bouncing off the shower walls, he had no choice but to let it all out again.

Her muscles squeezing him without the layer of protection was his downfall. The power of the release stronger than his previous two.

He waited until he didn’t feel any movements from her or him before he pulled out of her. “Do you need to sit down?” He sure the hell felt as if he needed to but wouldn’t admit that.

She started to laugh. “I’m not sitting on the floor of the tub and staring at your ass. Though it is a nice ass, not a great view.”

He wasn’t sure why when pieces of her personality came out like this he was shocked by the bluntness of her words.

“I just didn’t know about your leg.”

“It’s fine. I can put a little weight on it. It’s not going to break again. I stand in the shower now without anything.”

“Oh,” he said.

He moved out of the way to let her wash up first and then helped her out. “You said you were going to wash me, but you’ll have to do that another time too.”

Yeah, he would because he realized he was almost too weak to even clean himself up. “I’ll do that,” he said.

“I’ll give you some space,” she said. The bathroom door had been open. There wasn’t much room in there anyway.

“Thanks,” he said. He saw her move out after she was dried off. She was carrying her clothes, walking on her leg lightly and he wasn’t worried. He needed the time to gather himself anyway.

He’d never been in love a day in his life and he wondered if he was feeling it now.

It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was scary as fuck.

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Pretty Proud Of Herself

Heather wasn’t sure what came over her just now, but it sure the heck felt wonderful.

She wanted Luke to talk about his life more and she never seemed to get much out of him.

He seemed chatty enough and maybe she should have continued to let him talk, but something told her he was going to clam up.

Maybe now that he was relaxed they could go back out by the water and continue though. She wanted to tell him about her family coming to visit and that she’d introduce them. He always seemed calmer by the water and it was going to give her some of the push she needed.

She knew beyond a doubt she was in love with Luke, but she was sure he wasn’t ready to hear it.

“Do you want to go back down by the water?” she asked him when he came out of the shower. She wasn’t sure why he was in there that long, but he did have a bigger mess to clean up than her. She had to say she was pretty proud of herself over what they’d done not long ago.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll carry you down since your crutches are there. You can hold my beer.”

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