Trick laughed and said, “Fine,” so Oscar shut the door, latched it and came back to me.
“Why, you look a right mess,” Oscar said as he eyed the puddles of drying spunk on my thigh and hip.
I raised my brows.“You gonna clean me up, since you had more’n a hand in it?”
Oscar sighed.“I suppose I should.Then we best try to get some sleep.If I’m to ride out with Trick and look for Cal tomorrow, I’ll need my rest.And you need to let your body heal by lookin’ after it.”
* * * *
’Twas pleasant to sleep together in a warm bed and wake up snuggled under the blankets to sunshine streaming in the room.The sounds of the town outside reminded us that we weren’t in the middle of the wilderness or at our homestead.It brought me back to our earlier stay at The Angel, when it had been Oscar needing rest and recuperation.
’Twas probably about nine in the morning, taking into account where the sun was in the sky, and I was startled to hear a knock on the door this early.If my recollections were accurate, nobody except the cook and the scullery maid had been conscious before eleven during our previous stay.
“Jimmy?Oscar?May I come in?”
’Twas Miss June’s voice.
“Sure,” I answered as the knob turned, and Miss June tried the door.
“Jimmy, get Oscar to unlatch the door, please.Don’t you dare get out of bed yet.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said.I shook Oscar awake.“You need to let Miss June in.”
“What?”he said, yawning and blinking like a kitten.
“Miss June’s here, but she can’t get in.”
“Oh.Hold on.”He slid from under the sheets, made sure the shirt was covering him, then padded across the wood floor to lift the latch and open the door.
“Good morning,” Miss June said, moving into the room and giving Oscar a glance.“Did you have a nice evening?”she asked.
She was carrying a basin of steaming water and a bundle of cloths, which she placed on the bedside table.
Oscar yawned and shut the door behind her.“Yep.And Jimmy didn’t move a muscle.”
Miss June raised an eyebrow at him, and Oscar snorted a laugh.
“Well, I moved it for him.”
I rolled my eyes as Miss June nodded.“I’m sure it helped him to get a good night’s sleep.”
Oscar nodded.“Oh, it surely did.He ain’t moved all night.I reckon he slept like a newborn babe, didn’t you, Jimmy?”
I blushed and muttered something while Miss June lifted the bedclothes and met my gaze.
“May I have a look?”
“Of course,” I said, though I was a mite embarrassed in the light of morning to be so vulnerable.
She rolled the blankets down to my where the bushy hair around my cock began but no further, which I appreciated, especially since I’d just awoke and my cock was swole of it’s own accord, as tended to happen most mornings.Strange to think of modesty in a place like this, but I supposed I was more conventional in some ways than one would expect.I didn’t have Oscar’s blithe way with nakedness and talking about physical acts so plainly, though I was getting there, at least when ’twas only the two of us.
“Oscar, can you help me sit him up and get his shirt off?”
“I can do it,” I said, using my elbow to push myself up and feeling a sharp tug of pain at the site of the injury.
“Let me help you, you silly git.You’re gonna rip them stitches if you don’t,” Oscar said, sliding his arm under my shoulders and helping me to get into a sitting position.Then he had me lift my arms, and he slid Gus’s shirt o’er my head and laid it aside.
“Thank you,” Miss June said.“Jimmy, you’re going to need to rest today and not get out of bed.”
