Spike (26 page)

I shuffle in my seat, trying to mask the pain that still shoots through my body when I sit still for too long. Hopefully the fuckers don’t notice.

“So, Eevie’s lookin’ after ya?” Ryan asks, raising an eyebrow. “She’s not sick of your sorry arse yet?”

Eevie’s been fucking incredible. Caring. Patient. And I know some days I’ve been a royal pain in the arse. I never got that whole nurturing thing until now, and I never thought it could be so goddamn sexy. I always knew deep down that Eevie was special, but seeing the way she takes care of me, I know she’ll make a great mother someday.

“Oh, she’s lookin’ after me alright. Nothin’ like havin’ a gorgeous woman to take care of you, but she’s gone all bossy on me, and makes me drink all these funky juices and shit. Something about promoting healing. She’s helpin’ with physio with my calf, and I’m starting to get some strength back. It’s all good.”

“Can’t say I’d be complaining about havin’ a girl accommodate my every need,” Jones pipes in.

“If you weren’t such a whore, Jones, and picked a bird with a half-brain in her head, you might get lucky,” I say and hand him my empty beer bottle. He takes it and adds it to the empties on the table.

Jones chuckles. He takes a fresh bottle of beer from the Esky beside him, and cracks it open. “Hey, I can’t help where my dick leads me?” he says and shrugs, before taking a long swig from the bottle.

“Must be some cock you’re packin’ if it has that much power over ya,” I say, and laugh. But I can’t laugh for long because it hurts.
When will this pain fuck off?

“Never get any complaints on what
I’m
packin’.” Jones grabs his jeans between his legs and grunts as he squeezes.

“Yeah, righto. I don’t need that visual. Just shut the fuck up and tell your ‘dick’ to get me another beer.”

He shakes his head and laughs, and hands me one.

For the first day in weeks, I’m feeling more like … me.

But I fucking miss my bike.

****

Eevie dumps her handbag and some shopping bags on the bench.
I hope there are more M&M’s in there, now that she’s got me addicted.

“Hey, babe. Have you taken your antibiotics today?” she asks.

I’m about to get my arse kicked. Because I haven’t.

I’ve been talking bikes and blokey shit, and even had the patience to listen to some of Jones’s
and Ryan’s
sexcapades. Geez, those boys get around. It’s been a million times more interesting than what my daytimes have been filled with since Eevie went back to work. So I’m gonna play a little. If she gets all pissy at me, I’ll bury my head between her legs until she’s over it. That always works.

I sit up a little straighter on the lounge and shrug. “I needed help.”

Her mouth curls at the side, and the attitude comes out. She has one hand on her hip, and one eyebrow ready to launch from her forehead. “Help?” she says.
Yeah, that tone means I’m in trouble.

“Once I got on the lounge, I couldn’t get back up.”

She looks over to the coffee table, which has at least ten empty beer bottles and a pizza box with discarded crusts.
Busted.

And then she does something I wasn’t expecting.

She smiles. And she hasn’t smiled that bright in weeks.

“You watched the footage with the boys, huh?”

“Yeah. Jones was in town, and Rob and Ryan weren’t doin’ much.” The bastards had been nagging me since the accident to look at it, but I wasn’t ready. I wanted to at least be walking better before I was ready for company. Jones being in town for some meeting with his Dad’s business was the perfect excuse to watch it, and even though Jones has been a prick in the past, he’s been good about this whole situation. He’s even been more like a, well, mate.

Eevie fills up a glass of water, and sits close beside me. She hands me two capsules and the glass. “Well, I’m glad. Now, take these.”

“Thanks, babe.”

****

“There’s more to life than the four walls of our room, Aidan. Time to get out. I’m going crazy.” Eevie leans down and helps me with my shoes.

I huff out a long breath. Yeah, she’s right. It’s been a month since the accident.

“But shopping? Seriously?” I roll my eyes, and cross my arms under my chest.

“We need … things,” she says, and bites at her bottom lip.

“I’ve got a hate on for shopping. Unless we’re goin’ to the bike shop, and in that case, I’m all in.”

“We’re
not
going to the bike shop. Just the mall.”

“Fine, then. But just so you know, I’m not gonna last long on the crutches,” I say, even though I think I’ll be right. I’d been doing some hand weights to try and maintain my upper body strength.

She waves her hand, dismissing my concerns. “You’ll be fine.”

We arrive at the mall, and Eevie snags a park close to the main doors.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she says smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. Before I can ask what she’s doing, she’s out of the car and walking quickly to the main door. I sit like a stunned mullet, wondering what the hell she’s playing at.

A short while later she returns with a wheelchair. Now I know why she wasn’t too worried about me getting tired with the crutches. I shake my head, but she gives me this heart-warming smile that makes me forget how embarrassing this is. I should just suck it up. For everything she’s done to help me heal, the least I can do is this.
Shopping
. The things I do.

With my leg out of action, I don’t know if I could have managed without her, and she’s never complained once. I know Mum would have been there for me in a heartbeat, but I’m too old for her to be doting over me, and the thought of her helping me shower and dress frankly makes me cringe. If anyone’s going to see me naked, I only want Eevie.

Wheeling me inside the mall, I feel the need to state the obvious. “You know I hate shopping, right?”

“You’re a man. I thought that was assumed.”

“Yeah, I don’t know many blokes that enjoy it.”

“I just need a few things for uni and for dinner, but don’t worry. I’ve got an idea to change your mind about shopping.”

“Well,
that
sounds promising.”

She grins, as if holding in her secret is gonna be a challenge.

After a quick stop at the newsagent, and the supermarket, we arrive at a girly-looking store.

Lingerie.

This is her grand plan. Well, I’ve gotta say, not a bad way to end a shopping trip.

Our sex life has taken a hit since the accident, Eevie worrying about “hurting” me. When will she realise that I’d be all too prepared to suffer a little pain for that time of pure ecstasy when the hurting momentarily disappears? It took the first week to convince her that sex wasn’t going to affect my recovery. I even went with the argument that it would only
help
me recover. Sometimes that girl can be stubborn … but I guess it was for the right reason.

The walls are lined with racks of delicate lace underwear and bras and little nighty-looking things that would cover what exactly?
Nothing
. But I guess that’s the point. Kind of like that little purple Valentine’s Day number of Eevie’s.

Damn, now I’ve got a woody.

“Why don’t you pick something out?” Eevie says, her cheeks a few shades redder than normal.

“Wheel me over there,” I say, pointing to the far corner of the store. It looks like a section designed to cater for hen’s nights and costume parties, but it’s definitely too racy for that. This is behind-closed-doors stuff. I browse through the various satin-and-lace corset-looking things until I come across a white outfit. A very short, very tight nurse’s uniform. We should have come shopping weeks ago. Even if I had to come via a wheelchair.

It’s perfect. Fucking perfect.

“I don’t care what you think, I’m buying this,” I say, holding it up to show her.

Eevie swings her head around and laughs out loud.

“That’s fitting.”

“I think so too. So what’ve you come up with? Bet it’s not as exciting as what
I
picked out.”

She holds up a see-through white lace G-string. There’s more material in the shoelace of my left sneaker. She shoves the matching padded bra closer to my face. Not that she needs the extra encouragement … but under that outfit, her tits will spill out. I think I’m drooling, or on the verge of a heart attack.

“I think these will match nicely,” she says proudly, raising an eyebrow. My fucking word they will. I hand her my credit card as my cock throbs painfully against my jeans.

“Hurry. We need to get home.”

She looks down to my lap and laughs again. “I knew I could get you to like shopping.”

“Consider me converted. Now hurry.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

* AIDAN *

She waltzes into the room like some kind of kinky goddess.

“Is it time for my sponge-bath already?” I ask, surprised that I put a sentence together.

“Not just yet, Mr Stone. It’s time to check your vitals. Let’s see how you’re doing,” she says, like a true professional.

Fuck me. My cock’s just taken on a whole new level of hard.
Jeezus!
Is she trying to kill me? She’s barely buttoned that white dress and the hem drifts just below her pussy. Wait a second; is she even wearing panties? If she’s not, I won’t be able to sit still. I’ll pull her onto my lap and drive into her like there’s no tomorrow.

I cough, and it sounds ridiculous. “Doin’ better, nurse. In fact, I’m feelin’ much better now,” I say, puffing my chest out.

Eevie messes around with a pen and notepad, and then leans over, placing her warm hand to my forehead. And there it is. Prime fucking view of those tits, with that bra, the smooth skin and swell of each of those puppies is on display. My hands itch beside me, wanting so bad to touch her. I take a handful of sheets instead. I’m playing by the rules here. No touching. It’s a fucking killer. Why did I agree to this? Oh, yeah. Because it’s hot as fuck.

She puts the notepad down on the bedside table and sits beside me, but not close enough to touch. She takes my closest hand and presses the pads of two of her fingers on my upturned wrist, while glancing at her watch. Aw, she’s checking my pulse. And it’s racing. And it’s all her fault.

She takes a small torch from her hip pocket, and moves in closer. Her sweet perfume wraps around my head and I breathe it in. I can’t get enough of it. I’m addicted to this smell. The only thing that smells better is this smell laced with sex. My body knows this smell, and loves it like no other.

Eevie pries open each eye wider and briefly flashes the light from side to side into my line of vision. “You seem to be doing okay, Mr Stone,” she says, and picks up the notepad to write something. I take her pen, and like a petulant child, toss it on the floor behind her.

I’m rewarded with a very sexy frown. And then a scowl. It’s sexy, just the same.

“Sorry, nurse. Would ya mind gettin’ that for me?”

The corner of her sweet mouth twitches. “Of course,” she says sweetly. Eevie stands and turns her back to me, locks her knees and bends all the way over

I gasp. She
is
wearing panties. That sweet little G-string is barely visible between those sexy arse cheeks. Fuck, I wanna slap that arse. My girl sure knows how to tease.

Eevie gradually returns to standing position and turns around, biting down on her lower lip. A soft giggle escapes her, but she clears her throat and frowns. She’s trying to be serious. Meanwhile, I’m ready to burst. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

“Give it to me straight, nurse. What would ya prescribe? I need to get back on my feet.”

Eevie places one hand on her hip, and throws the pen on the side table. She points a finger at me. “You still need
bed
rest,” she places both hands on her hips, “but I think with two Panadol, plenty of fluids and a blow job, you’ll be good as new.”

Is that angels I hear singing? Hell yeah, it is.

I link my hands behind my head, and look down at my cock tenting the bed sheets.

“Well, that’s
great
news,” I say sarcastically. “You’ve been so good to me, nurse. How ‘bout a little kiss?”

“Hmm. I don’t know if that’s allowed,” she says, smoothing her hands over her tits and down her sides. She tugs on the hem either side of her hips, and I’m about to lose it. I need her to touch me, dammit.

“Well, if you’re not gonna kiss me, you can at least kiss
him.
” I make my cock twitch, and Eevie’s eyes open wider as she takes in a stuttered breath.
He’s
got her attention. “Come on, nurse. He needs your sweet mouth more than I do.”

She tilts her head to one side, jutting her hip in the same direction.
Loving this attitude
. “Is that so?” She flutters her long lashes at me. “Well, in the name of your recovery, I’ll make an exception.”

Eevie steps around to the foot of the bed and grabs the bottom of the sheet. She slowly pulls the sheet down my body until I’m buck-naked, lying like a starfish.
With one mother of a stiffy
.

“Now just relax,” she whispers as she settles between my outstretched legs. “You’ll be feeling better in no time.”

I close my eyes as Eevie runs her nails down my chest, across the pelvic lines on my hips, but she doesn’t tickle me there like she normally does. As much as I usually jump and wrestle her when she does it, this time she’s playing gentle. She’s still playing nurse.
Love it
.

Her fingers trace lines down the front of my thighs to my knees and then sweep back up the inside of my legs until her small hand cups my balls.

Then I get my kiss. It’s soft and sweet, just like my girl.

But it’s not sweet for long. She tongues the swollen head, and I’d imagine she’s just had a little taste of what’s to come.
Literally
. Hot and wet, she works her tongue up and down my shaft. Each lick has me moaning and my legs jittering.