92. Rosalyn

NINETY-TWO

ROSALYN

Feeling relaxed and squeaky clean—after three rounds of body wash—I decide to pull on the fluffy pink robe that magically appeared on the back of the bathroom door yesterday.

I didn't ask about it, sure it was purchased for me and uncomfortable with the fact. But now that I have it on, it's definitely coming home with me, along with that shower stool and possibly a bottle of Nathan's shampoo.

Nathan left the bathroom door open like he said he would. But he didn't mention that he'd be waiting in the bedroom.

On the bed.

Lounged back on the pillows.

Reading a book.

I stop just inside the room. "What are you doing?"

He looks up at me, his eyes traveling over my robe-clad body. "Waiting for you."

His black T-shirt clings to his body, and his sweatpants should be illegal.

He's been wearing lounge clothes all week, and I don't know if it's out of solidarity or if he really dresses like this at home. But either way, I appreciate it .

And I appreciate it even more now because damn .

Nathan lowers a hand to his lap.

"What exactly are you waiting for?" I ask as I take a step closer to the bed.

Instead of answering my question, Nathan sits up and pats the bed next to him. "You need to take a rest."

"A rest?"

Nathan stands and circles around the foot of the bed, not stopping until he's right in front of me. "A rest."

Nathan takes my crutches and rests them against the wall. Then he wraps his arms around me in a hug and lifts me, carrying me to the edge of the bed.

He sets me on my feet, and I keep just the toe of my bad foot on the ground for balance.

Letting go of me, Nathan leans in, lowering his voice. "And if you listen like a good girl… I'll treat you like my good girl."

Something heated rolls down my spine, settling between my thighs.

We've been so close to each other. Waking up wrapped together. But not touching beyond that… And fuck if I'm not ready for more.

"You gonna do that for me, Rosie?" he whispers. "You gonna give me that control you hold on to so tightly?"

I swallow.

I never wanted to be the way I am.

Rigid. Paranoid. Scared.

And as I look at the man in front of me, I understand.

I don't have to be this way.

Not with him.

My fingers move to the tie at my waist, and I pull it free.

The robe parts, exposing my nakedness. And I shrug it off, dropping it to the ground.

A noise rumbles in Nathan's chest, but instead of stepping into me, he steps back.

To look at all of me.

I still have scrapes.

Still have bruises .

Still have a plastic brace on my ankle and wet hair lying across my shoulders.

I still have the same soft body I did a month ago.

Heavy tits and stretch marks and parts I've never wanted a man to see in the light.

But all that disappears when Nathan looks at me.

Because he's not looking at me like he sees my insecurities. He's looking at me like he's memorizing me.

"On the bed. On your back," he demands.

I lower myself to sit on the edge of the mattress, then shift so I'm lying fully on the bed.

Nathan steps to the foot of the bed, bends, and picks up the large wedge pillow off the floor.

I eye him as he carries it back to my side. "What are you doing?"

"You're supposed to be elevating." He shifts the pillow to one arm, then hooks his other arm under my knees.

With no apparent effort, Nathan lifts me by the knees, raising my ass off the mattress so he can shove the wedge pillow underneath my butt, leaving my ass several inches in the air above the mattress.

This pillow is meant to keep my leg elevated, but since I've just been putting my ankle up on Nathan at night, at least we're making use of it.

Nathan lowers me, then steps back again.

I keep my knees lifted, and even though they're pressed together, so much of me is still exposed.

He groans and palms the front of his pants, which are now tented from his body.

Letting him be in charge, I don't say anything.

I just watch as he squeezes his dick once more before letting go and shoving his pants down.

As soon as his cock is freed, it bobs in the air.

I expect him to pull off his shirt and climb onto the bed. But instead of grabbing his hem, he wraps his hand around his length.

And he starts to stroke himself.

My blood sizzles at the sight .

Eyes on my body, with his hand on his dick, Nathan is the most divine thing I've ever seen.

He hasn't touched me.

Hasn't even kissed me.

But I'm so ready for him.

So ready I have to do something .

Needing some sort of contact, I reach up and grab my breasts.

"That's it," Nathan moans.

He's gripping his cock so hard I don't know how it doesn't hurt.

I roll my head to the side so I can stare at his dick.

There's no point pretending I'm not watching him jack off.

With the hand not on his cock, Nathan grips the hem of his shirt and pulls the material up.

His stomach muscles flex. And a shiver of excitement coats my body as I admire his strength.

I shift my fingers until I'm pinching my nipples.

"That is being a good girl." He makes a sound in his throat, then pulls his shirt off all the way.

He keeps stroking himself, and I keep staring as his tip starts to glisten.

"Legs open," he demands.

I drop my knees apart.

"Foot on my shoulder."

I lift my gaze from his dick to his face.

"What?" I ask, but he's already climbing onto the bed.

Between my thighs.

He's on his knees, and I think he's going to shuffle forward so he can line up with my exposed entrance. But he doesn't shuffle, he bends.

One hand presses into the mattress next to the pillow—which is lifting my core to mouth level—and the other hand hooks around my knee, guiding me until my ankle brace is resting on his back.

"Nathan—" I start to protest because that hard plastic can't feel good on his bare skin.

"Elevate. Remember?" he states, then lowers his open mouth to my flesh.

My eyes snap closed, and I arch my neck .

Nathan flattens his tongue, swiping it up the length of me.

Then he reaches my clit. And he devours it.

Sucking while simultaneously pressing the tip of his tongue against my bundle of nerves. And it's all my primed body needs.

Embarrassingly quickly, my core contracts.

A moan is ripped out of me, and I tangle my hands in Nathan's hair.

His lips part, and he gives my pussy an open-mouthed kiss as I continue to come.

"Holy—" I pant.

He shifts lower, plunging his tongue inside me. His nose bumps against my clit, sending a shudder through my body and making my knees automatically press together, trapping his head.

"Nathan," I gasp.

He lifts his eyes to look at me, pulling his mouth back just enough to speak. "That's one. I need at least one more."

Then he lowers his mouth.