“Don’t answer that, Becca,” Jamie said, getting to the point. “Either of you need medical assistance?”
“No,” they replied in unison, and physical damage and destruction of property aside, Jay loved that they were in this mess together.
“Help getting up?”
“Nope. We’re good.” Altogether too happy to be wearing his very own Becca blanket, Jay gave her pert ass a healthy squeeze.
“Alrighty then, we’re clearing out,” Jamie said. “Watch for glass when you come out. There’s a broken lamp here.”
“Briefing in thirty,” Chase reminded them, his voice already receding. “Let’s go, baby.”
“Holler if you need a pry bar,” Gray shouted. “I keep one under my pillow.”
“Why the fuck…” Cody’s voice faded behind the closing door, and alone again after it clicked shut, Jay could swear he heard Becca’s racing heartbeat amid the rubble.
Didn’t take long for her giggles to start, and he felt the vibrations she tried to suppress as a subterranean tremor behind his own rib cage. Her snickering set off a chain reaction, and he joined in until they were both laughing uncontrollably, and his eyes were leaking with tears of absolute, unparalleled joy.
“Oh God,” he wheezed, sliding his hands up her back and tightening his arms around her waist. “We’re never gonna live this down.”
“Pry—” She laughed harder, her chest huffing for air as she tried to get oxygen into her lungs. “Bar.”
They both dissolved into a helpless fit of huffs and puffs, and it took a while to get their tittering under their respective controls. “You okay?” he asked when he somewhat had his shit together.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Her heaving breaths stuttered on every inhale. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Sore,” he admitted. “Just don’t tell Eve about the sling or we’ll both catch hell.”
She snorted, lifted her head, and raked her gaze over his face. He grinned in reassurance. “I’m more worried about the rest of you,” she said, shifting her weight and inadvertently rubbing her pussy over his still throbbing cock. “How’s your dick?”
His grin widened, his arms tightened, and said appendage gave proof of life by hardening enough to be of use if they wanted it to be. “Never better, sugar cube.”
She huffed and shook her head.
“Seriously, that was the best blowjob ever.”
Her smile lit up the closet. “Better than the one in the library when you fucked my mouth so hard you knocked down two full stacks of books?”
Fuck. The library. He’d masturbated to that memory for years. “Definitely in the top two,” he said, earning himself another sexy smile, and damn, if he wasn’t falling deeper in love by the second.
He brushed an escaped strand of hair behind her ear. “You have come in your hair.”
She snorted. “Not the first time, sharpshooter. You really need to work on your aim.” She sat up, and legs straddling his hips, she settled her slick pussy right on top of his appreciative dick. “Oh God,” she moaned, glancing around. “Looks like a bomb went off.”
He lifted his hips and rubbed himself against her. “A bomb did go off.”
“Ha. Ha,” she deadpanned, but her cheeky grin, glittering eyes, and weeping core gave her away. “Let’s go.” Careful about where she put her hands and feet, she pushed off him and stood. “You heard the man, briefing in thirty minutes.”
His cock exposed and vulnerable to damage, he pulled the elastic of his joggers up to his waist, protecting his junk with a thick layer of gray cotton, and with his body parts sorted, she offered her palm. He accepted with his good hand, and she pulled him into a sit.
And holyfuckingmisery, he sucked in a sharp breath. His shoulder hurt worse than ever.
“I’ll get your sling,” she said, picking her way through the foot snagging wooden hangers scattered on the floor while he sat there hunched over, holding his wing like an injured bird.
“Watch the glass,” he warned as she left the closet.
“Here,” she said, coming back into view before he had the time to miss her. “Let me help you.” No longer naked from the waist down, she cleared a spot beside him and dropped to her knees.
Together, they wrestled his arm into the sling while Becca narrated every move to avoid any painful surprises. All in all, the whole procedure was tolerable. “There,” she said, adjusting the fit to her satisfaction. “How’s that feel?”
