Really, we have each other. And Ava feels more like home than anything else ever did.
CHAPTER34
Ava
THE VILLAGE
“Becareful,or so help me God, I’m going to have to put my nurse hat back on.”
Chuckling, Sawyer lets me take his elbow so I can help him hobble toward the house. “But you’re so hot when you wear your nurse hat.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Even now, I blush when I think about the sneaky little hand job I gave Sawyer earlier today before he was discharged.
What can I say? The doctor had assured us Sawyer was good to go. She also told him to take it easy because he was going to be sore for a while.
A hand job seemed like a win for everyone. I didn’t want to excite him too much with a blow job. I definitely wasn’t going to risk climbing into bed with him for any kind of penetration situation.
So, after the nurse did her rounds, I grabbed the lube I’d bought while on a dinner run yesterday and confirmed that, yes, Sawyer’s dick did indeed still have full functionality.
“Why are everyone’s cars here?” Sawyer asks, looking around the gravel drive in front of his house. “Please don’t tell me?—”
“They came to show their support because they love and miss you.” I give Sawyer’s elbow a gentle tug, making sure he climbs the stairs one at a time. “Such a crime, I know.”
Sawyer’s eyes meet mine in the fading twilight. He looks as tired as I feel. His mustache and beard are overgrown, and his face is still swollen from the bruises and lacerations he got from the accident. His lip looks a lot better, though, despite the five stitches it needed.
Despite all that—maybe because of it—he is still the handsomest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“You invited them, didn’t you?” Sawyer asks.
I shrug. “Who am I to tell your family they can’t bring food over?”
“They all brought food at the same time?”
“Can you believe it? The nerve of them.” Grinning, I reach for the screen door. The wooden door behind it is open, letting in the mild evening air. Spring is definitely on its way.
“Hey.” Sawyer pulls me back for a second. “I’m still getting used to this shit.”
“‘This shit’ meaning letting people show up and take care of you?”
“Yes.”
“Good thing I’m persistent.”
His eyes flick to my mouth. “Good thing.”
“Are you feeling okay?” I keep my voice low.
I can already hear noise coming from inside the house. Wyatt is singing something. A pair of little-girl giggles sounds above a deep belly laugh. Duke, if I had to guess.
Sawyer pauses. He’s exhausted, but his eyes are still clear, bright with emotion. “I’m all right. Just glad—grateful—I had you at the hospital with me. I’d be feeling a hell of a lot worse if I was coming home alone.”
“Aw, honey. Who knew hand jobs could be so restorative?”
He laughs, wincing. “That was your idea.”
“It was, and you’re welcome.” I twist the knob. “Ready?”
“I’m ready, pretty girl.”
