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The quiet was broken by the sound of grunts and curses coming from the bathroom. “Patrick?”
“Who else would it be?”
His gruff tone and bitchy side were wearing thin, but the alternative was not to have him, and I couldn’t live with that.
“Do you need help?”
A heavy sigh and growly frustration rolled out of him. “Fucking hell! I can’t even undress myself. Goddammit!”
I stepped out to look at him, struggling to get his track pants off.
“Let me help, unless you want to go back to the hospital.”
His foul mood simmered down once he got a look at my naked body, wet from the shower.
“All you had to do was ask, and I would have helped you.”
I squatted down to remove his sneakers and track pants, only to be met with his hard dick in my face. I tried to ignore it, but it was impossible.
Looking up at him, his eyes were full of everything I was feeling. I wanted him, and he wanted me.
God, this was fucked up. I shouldn’t do this with all the things between us that he still didn’t remember.
As soon as he was better and without headaches, I’d tell him the truth. But right now, I was going to be selfish again. I needed him. Needed this.
I’d almost lost him.
“Patrick,” I gritted out, my voice needy and husky, like it was after I’d been singing for a long time.
“Cole,” he replied as his right hand sifted through my wet locks.
I placed a single open-mouthed kiss on the crown, then stood in front of him. “Let’s get your clothes off and I’ll help you bathe.”
Patrick pulled me in for a kiss. He groaned at the familiar taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. He loved tasting himself like that, and it never failed to make him harder than before.
I worked at the hem of his shirt as he kissed me senseless. It had to go over his head, and the only way to do that was to break our kiss.
When I pulled back, Patrick chased my mouth, making me laugh. “Gotta get your shirt off,” I crooned to him as I stripped away his clothes.
“I’m gonna send Dr. Sanchez a thank you note for the waterproof cast,” he said as I took him by the hand.
I smirked. “Here are the rules. You do what I tell you, or this is a no-go. Got it?”
His smile was electric, and I knew it had to hurt. “Yes, sir.”
Leading him into the shower, I stood him under the gentle rainfall showerhead and allowed it to roll over the top of his head.
“Oh my god,” he whispered as he moved his head from side to side as he clung to me. “I’ve missed this.”
“Feels good, huh?” I watched as he visibly relaxed under the spray.
“God, yes, but not as good as your lips around my dick.”
I smiled. “You’re going to have to sit for that.”
I leaned back to check his incision from his surgery. It was almost healed, but I’d make sure it was dry when we got out.
Patrick looked at me as our need for each other grew. I shifted us to the left where the teak shower bench sat waiting. Urging him back, he sat on the bench and spread his legs. I got to my knees on the tile and leaned in between them. Taking his shaft in my hand, I took his balls into my mouth and sucked them, just like he liked.
