Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes Book 2) Page 3

  When his eyebrow rose, I rolled my eyes at him, but did as he instructed. “Who’s bossy now?” I grumbled and moved back to my previous position against his chest. His hand dipped back under the water and like the good guy he was, he did as promised and brought me to orgasm within minutes.

  Afterward, we relaxed, soaking in the tepid water. “Let’s finish our bath and get you back into bed,” he said.

  Bed was the last place I wanted to be. It felt like I’d been in bed for a week straight. He rinsed the conditioner out of my hair before he rose to sit on the edge of the tub, leaving his feet in the water. Quickly, I washed my face with fresh water from the tap. Andy handed me a towel to dry off when I was finished.

  Andy looked incredibly delicious sitting there with his golden, tattooed skin and long lean muscles on full display. While he scrubbed my legs and feet, he was growing hard as he touched me but was trying to hide it. He shifted his legs several times in an attempt to block my view, before he finally just grabbed a towel and draped it over his lap. When he was done, he gently set my foot back down in the water to rinse off the soap. As he did, the towel covering his lap fell into the tub leaving him completely exposed to me.

  Since he’d taken such good care of me, I wanted to take care of him, too. I folded my legs to the side, and using my hands I slid across the slick bottom of the bathtub, until I came to rest between his knees. He had a knowing expression on his face when I looked up at him.

  “Zoey, I know what you’re doing. I don’t want to hurt—”

  I snaked my hand up out of the water and took hold of him. “Shh. I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” I said, staring up at him deviously. He raised his hands in surrender.

  He was slick from our bath, so I caressed him slowly, my hand sliding easily over his smooth hardness. I moved closer, taking him into my mouth. I teased the head of his cock with my tongue and drew him in the way he liked it, stroking him and lightly squeezing his balls with my other hand. Andy’s breath quickened as he watched me while I pleasured him. I found it erotic. I liked to watch him as he watched me.

  The man just brought something out in me I’d never felt before. I wanted to do everything with him and experience things I’d only read or heard my friends talk about. Sure, I’d been with a few people before him, but none of them did to me what this man did. Every inch of his body was something that I wanted to explore—to find out what he liked and what he didn’t—to make sure he was always satisfied, and never longed for anyone’s touch but mine.

  One thing was for sure, Andy liked to run his fingers through my hair while I gave him blowjobs. I tasted his saltiness on my tongue so he was getting close. I pulled back and teased the head of his cock with my tongue and lips as I pumped him at the same time with my hand. He came with a deep, throaty groan moments later then slid back down in the tub with me as I swallowed.

  “You’re in so much trouble now,” he said as I washed him off under the water.

  “Fine with me,” I smiled. “It was well worth it.”

  He helped me out of the tub and dried me off.

  “I could get used to this, you know?”

  “The next time you want me to bathe you, don’t put yourself in the hospital. Just ask me, okay?” he muttered as he toweled himself off.

  Holy crap, was he mad at me? Did I imagine it or was I just tired and in need of a pain pill?

  “Fine,” I said as I attempted to lift my bruised leg to pull on my pajama pants. A sharp stab of pain shot through my hip, causing me to grimace. I gripped the edge of the countertop and dropped my foot back to the floor before I lost my balance.

  “Jesus Christ, Zoey!” Andy growled as he lunged toward me to catch me if I fell. “Would you let me help you instead of trying to do everything on your own?”

  He is mad at me!

  “Why are you mad at me?” I asked defensively.

  Andy helped me get dressed. “I’m not mad at you. I wasn’t prepared to see the bruises all over you. I’m sorry if you think that. I want you to take it easy and let me take care of you. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re all I have and I can’t lose you too.”

  He rubbed his hands up and down his jaw in frustration. So that’s what this is about. I wrapped my arms around his waist.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I promise you I’m okay.” I embraced him tighter. It hurt, but I didn’t care. He didn’t hug me back. “Why won’t you hug me back?”

  He sighed. “Because, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re covered in bruises, remember?”

  How could I forget?

  “I’m taking a pain pill then going to bed.” I turned and left him standing naked in the middle of my bathroom. My brain was getting foggy from the pain and I wanted to forget about what had just happened.

  In the kitchen, I refilled my water glass then swallowed one of the pills the doctor gave me. After I took the pain pill, I decided to get James since he would let me cuddle him without being scared of hurting me. I hobbled next door and knocked on Will and Justin’s door

  Will answered a minute later. “Zoey, oh my God, you’re home. Justin, she’s home!” he called toward their kitchen. “Come in! Come in!”

  The boys each held an arm and helped me sit on the couch between them. We chatted a bit about what happened the night of the accident.

  “I also want to thank you guys for helping Andy get to the hospital and for taking care of James for us. As soon as I’m back to normal, I’ll cook you two anything you want, I promise.”

  They both smiled graciously, but I could tell they were keeping something from me. “We needed to get him to the hospital A-SAP so he didn’t have a stroke. I’ve never seen a man so distraught in my life. I wasn’t about to let him drive,” Justin admitted.

  Seriously? That made me feel guilty for being irritated with him earlier.

  Will stood and went to get James for me. “We’re glad you’re home, Z. We were so worried about you,” Justin said as Will came back into the room, holding my tiny, orange fluff ball kitty.

  “There he is. I’ve missed him.” I stupidly raised my arms to take him from Will and pain traveled from my shoulder all the way down my arm. “Ow.”

  Justin’s eyebrows rose with concern. “You alright?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Still waiting for the pain pill to kick in.”

  Andy came barreling through their open door with a very pissed off expression on his face. “There you are, Zoey. You could’ve told me you were coming over here.”

  “Sorry, I came to say hi and pick up James,” I said, full of remorse for worrying him. I turned back to Will and Justin. “I’d better get back home, guys. Looks like I’ve been busted for sneaking out.”

  Andy turned and walked to the door to wait for me. Not so patiently, I might add. He was not happy with me.

  Justin stepped forward to help me stand. “Z, give the poor guy a break. He loves you. You didn’t see him the other night after Jess called him. I thought he was going to break down our door from beating on it so hard. He didn’t know where the hospital was and all he wanted was to get to you.”

  Knowing what Andy’s reaction was to my accident made me feel incredibly guilty for the way I acted toward him. I nodded at Justin, understanding. “Goodnight. Thanks for taking care of my two favorite guys for me while I was away.”

  Once we were back in my apartment, Andy locked up and we headed to the bedroom in silence. I crawled into bed, set James on top of the covers, and watched as he playfully chased my hand. Andy sat next to us, brooding.

  “Will you please talk to me, Sexy?” I used my nickname for him to try to get him to relax. He rubbed his hands down his jaw again. “Andy, stop doing that, please. I’ll be healed up in no time.”

  “I can’t help it,” he admitted. “I swear to you, when Jess called me and she said you were hurt…that you weren’t waking up…I thought you were dead. You don’t know what that felt like for me.”

  I
t made my heart ache to know that was how he felt, even for just a second. I wanted to move over and wrap my arms around him, but my pill hadn’t taken effect and it wasn’t possible to move without him noticing I was hurting. I needed to convince him I was okay.

  “I’m sorry you had to go through that, but it’s not like I asked to be tackled and put in the hospital. Besides, I was given a clean bill of health, remember? You were there.” James became bored with me, hopped onto Andy’s lap, and fell asleep. Lucky little shit. I wanted to crawl up on his lap and fall asleep in his arms.

  “I’m sorry, too,” he said as he looked at me with shame in his eyes. “You’re right. I’m being a selfish prick. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. You’re all I have.”

  Screw the pain, I thought as I scooted over to him and wrapped my arm around him. At least he was sitting on my left side, so the dull throbbing wasn’t as bad. “I swear you’ll never lose me,” I whispered to him.

  “I’ll be right back.” He waited for me to let go of him, then stood up and took James to his bed in the laundry room.

  While he was gone, I maneuvered around until I was comfortable. It looked like I would be sleeping on my left side until my body was healed. Andy came back in and stripped down to his boxers. He started to get in bed when I stopped him.

  “Hey, you practically live here, you know? You can sleep in whatever you want, even if it’s nothing. In fact, I’d prefer it,” I said with a smile. “I want you to be as comfortable here as you are at your place.”

  Andy stuck his thumbs under his waistband, made a show of bending completely over at the waist, and pushed his boxers to his feet. Standing back up, he dangled them from his index finger, twirling them a few times before dropping them to the floor with a smirk.

  “Whatever makes you feel better, Zoey.” He turned off his lamp and slipped under the covers. He faced me, but didn’t touch me.

  “I’m not going to break. You can touch me.”

  He leaned over and caressed my cheek with his thumb. “Someday I’ll comprehend that,” he whispered morosely before he kissed me goodnight, moving back to his position across the bed.

  The next several days raced by much too fast. It was Friday and in two more days, Jess, Sasha, and I would be on our way to Cabo. My bruises were a lovely shade of greenish-yellow, with some purple mixed in on the worst of them.

  Thankfully, I didn’t need the pain pills as much as before. They worked well, but they made me feel groggy and I found myself not remembering things that happened, or things I said. Andy was a big help during the week, but he was increasingly broodier the closer it came to Sunday, the day I was leaving for Cabo.

  Because we’d both been so out of sorts, I’d made the decision that I needed to try to put us back in sync with each other before I left. The only way I thought we could do that was to be together intimately. Originally, I wanted it to be without the use of condoms, like we’d talked about at Christmas when we first got together. But, the accident screwed up my original plan because I’d missed a few days of my birth control pills. There was no way I was risking a pregnancy just to be with him, bare and uninhibited.

  We needed our connection back before we were driven so far apart we couldn’t be repaired. I couldn’t lose him.

  I had an appointment with my therapist, Dr. Jensen first thing that morning. Not being allowed to work, I was bored to death, so I went shopping afterward. The store at the top of my priority list was Victoria’s Secret, where I purchased an off-white, sheer, baby doll nightie with matching thong panties I knew would drive Andy wild. On the way home, I made another stop at the store and bought several candles of all shapes and sizes to set a romantic mood for us.

  And even though I hated the thought of using them, I bought a box of condoms.

  When I arrived at home, I quickly hand washed my new nightie and panties, then hung them up to dry near the heater vent in the spare bedroom. I arranged the candles on every level surface of my bedroom and changed the sheets on my bed. Once that was finished, I took a nice, long shower to ready myself for what I hoped would be an unforgettable night.

  Andy would be off work soon so I texted him and asked him to go home to shower before coming to my place. I mentioned to him that I wanted to go out for dinner since I’d been cooped up in my apartment all week. As soon as I heard Andy’s key in the lock, I rushed to the bedroom as quickly as my still-sore hip allowed, sat back on my heels on the center of the bed, and waited for him to find me.

  “Zoey?” he called out.

  “Back here,” I responded as I arranged my tiny nightie over the large bruise on my hip. My hair fell in loose waves all around my shoulders and I’d put on a bit of makeup to enhance my eyes and lips. The box of condoms was tucked into the drawer of my nightstand next to my bed so I didn’t have to see the damn things. They were the only thing that would put a damper on the evening and I couldn’t even stand to look at them.

  I’d lit every single candle I bought, letting them cast a romantic glow around my large bedroom. I closed all the curtains on the enormous windows for added privacy because I didn’t want Andy to see into my bedroom when he came over from his apartment. I’d never offered myself to a man before the way that I was giving myself to Andy. I didn’t know how he was going to take in the situation, especially as strained as our relationship had become.

  His footsteps echoed down the hallway and he stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the bedroom. He glanced around, taking everything in before turning to face me. “What’s this all about, Zoey?” he asked coyly as he stepped over to the foot of the bed. He stared at me intently and let his eyes travel over my body, then back up to my eyes.

  “You’re breathtaking,” he said in a low voice, but didn’t come any closer.

  “So are you,” I replied anxiously. I couldn’t tell which way the situation was going to go, so I made the first move. I rose up on my knees and carefully made my way the few feet to the end of the bed. My hip was still very sore, but I wasn’t going to let it hinder my plans.

  In typical Andy fashion, he was wearing a button up shirt, so I began undoing it from top to bottom. With each button I let loose, his breath quickened and he shifted in place. When the shirt was completely unfastened, I pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Please, come to bed,” I whispered. “I want you to make love to me tonight.”

  His eyes flickered with pure lust as he reached out and took hold of the silky fabric of my lingerie, running it between his thumb and forefinger. Andy wanted tonight to happen as much as I did. I fisted my hands into the T-shirt he was wearing under his button up and pulled him closer. In an instant, our mouths were devouring each other. My tongue dipped inside his mouth, seeking his, which he willingly gave me.

  “Come to bed,” I whispered again. Slowly, I backed away from him, still holding his T-shirt. He had no choice but to follow me onto the bed. So there we were, on our knees in the middle of the bed, kissing like two people who had been starved of affection for years. His hands roamed around my body and he gave my bare ass a nice, gentle squeeze as he groaned against my lips. My heart swelled in my chest because we were finally taking our relationship to the next level.

  He chuckled when I moved to his side and gave him a little shove so he’d lie down. When I shifted, my hip strained, causing me to grimace. Andy didn’t notice since he was in the process of lying down. I scooted off the bed, took the box of condoms out of the drawer, and set them on top of the nightstand. Andy gave me a confused look when he realized what the box contained so I explained why we needed them.

  “I missed taking some of my birth control pills because of the accident.” He gave me a curt nod of understanding when I eased myself back onto the bed. When I did, another twinge of pain shot through my hip. That time Andy saw me wince, but didn’t say anything. I lay on my side facing him and gently pulled his face to mine. The steady thump of my heart sped up when he finally touched me.


  Within seconds, I had him on his back, pushing his T-shirt up his torso. He lifted himself so we could get his shirt off. I took my time kissing and licking every inch of his gorgeous, upper body, restoring to memory what I’d lost in the days since we’d last touched. His hands tangled in my hair as he kissed me with so much hunger, my body throbbed and hummed with anticipation.

  With a groan, I sat up quickly, and worked the rest of his clothes off. He pulled me back on top of him and slipped his hand down the front of my panties as he kissed me. Andy massaged my clit then slid his fingers in and out of me as he whispered, “I love you so fucking much, Zoey. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  His words dulled the ache in my heart from the tension that had grown between us since my release from the hospital. I rocked my hips forward against his hand. The movement forced me into the throes of orgasm and I gently bit his neck as it subsided.

  “I’ve missed your touch so much,” I breathed into the side of his neck as I reached down, taking his dick in my hand. He was hard and ready to go, so I grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and rolled it down the length of him.

  “Zoey, are you sure it’s okay? I can tell you’re still in pain,” he said as I fumbled, trying to get my panties off without straining my hip. I decided to leave my baby doll nightie on to hide the bruising so he couldn’t see them and put a stop to my plans.

  He was right. My hip was hurting because I’d been on my feet all day, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be with him. I eased down next to him, urging him to take the lead. Our hands roamed over one another’s bodies while we kissed and loved each other, making up for lost time. As soon as Andy lifted his body over me, positioning himself between my legs, my hip gave out and pain shot from my pelvis all the way to my knee. I tried to hold in the whimper the pain caused, but it was too late.

  Andy scrambled off the bed, facing away from me. His shoulders slumped, then I heard the snap of the condom being pulled hastily from his body. He took in a sharp breath because it had to have hurt him. Shock and confusion filled my mind when he bent over, picked all his clothes up off the floor, and redressed himself.