Sitting in the big black truck, Sophie had resigned herself to going with the flow right now. Her head hurt too much whenever she tried to think through what was happening. She’d decided in the best interest of her health and well being, to just let it happen.

Once they had said she could be released, Sophie had tried to get out of bed to use the bathroom and take a shower. Cage insisted on carrying her to the restroom and standing outside the door while she showered

The shower made her almost feel human again. Before she could ponder what she was going to wear, a knock sounded on the door and a long muscled arm dropped a bag inside to the floor.

“My mom stopped by your room and grabbed some clothes for you, I hope you don’t mind,” the muffled voice came through the door.

“Thank you,” she managed, as she tried to dry around the bandage on her head. She had to keep it dry for a few days; they had used some kind of super glue to close the wound. Sophie grabbed her messy hair and pulled it into a bun on top of her head. It was the best she could do without washing it.

Digging through the bag, she found his mom had packed a set of pajamas, flannel with bacon and eggs on them. And two sets of stretch pants and T-shirts, with the usual undergarments. His mom was smart and knew she was in no mood for dressing up while she felt so wretched. She got dressed quickly, careful of her ever changing balance. A knock to the head threw everything out of whack.

Opening the bathroom door, Cage was there and scooped her back into his arms and walked her to the bed.

“You are going to throw your back out carrying me around. Put me down, I’m too heavy for you!” she squealed.

“You’re not too heavy for me; you fit quite nice in my arms. And I can feel some particularly luscious curves pressed against me. I think I like carrying you around,” he declared with a grin.

“Cage!” she whispered, mortified. What if one of the nurses heard him!

Laying her on the bed, Cage leaned down and ran his nose along her neck, soaking in the fresh scent of her skin.

“Hmm…honeysuckle,” he said tickling her throat.

“Hospital soap, you mean,” she laughed nervously.

“Not even that can cover your natural scent, you smell edible,” he growled placing a slightly open mouth kiss on her neck.

Sophie sucked in a gasp. His hot wet mouth sent shivers straight to her clit. Her neck was ground zero for sexual stimulation with her, and Cage had no idea what he was starting.

That was what she was thinking when he pulled back and sniffed again. His eyes went dark, from light blue to cobalt and Sophie could have sworn that the edges burned with a yellow ring. He sniffed loudly and the rumble went through his chest.

Sophie knew that the neck kisses had gotten her wet, but Cage couldn’t possibly know, could he?

Cage was breathing deep now and he closed his eyes and dropped his head back down into her neck.

“You’re killing me, honey.”

“Um...pardon?”

Pulling back he looked into her eyes. “I can smell how much you want me, Sophie. It’s making it hard to control myself. Let me kiss you at least, something to appease the beast, so to speak.”

Sophie managed to nod, because she could see he was aroused. She could also feel it against her leg, pulsing through his jeans, and it didn’t help but make her pussy grow damp thinking about it.

A low growl tore through Cage as his lips came down on hers. She opened her mouth to the onslaught of his kiss. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming it with a toe curling suction.

Sophie couldn’t recall ever having been kissed like this. Cage took complete control, his mouth raking over hers. Lips teasing, tongues thrusting together, she could barely keep up.

It was the best kiss she’d ever had.

Giving an aggravated groan, Cage pulled back giving her one final peck before dropping his forehead to hers. Both of their panting breaths mingling together.

“Well, that was…” she trailed off.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed. “My Sophie, where have you been my whole life?” he breathed.

“England,” she responded with a smile.

He smiled back, caught off guard by her snarky response. Then he laughed out loud, letting his head fall back as he chuckled. Sophie like him laughing, even more than him smiling.

Before driving to his home, Cage slid a pair of sunglasses on her when they got into the car to shade her eyes from the light. It was very thoughtful of him. The doctor had given her medicine for the pain. Cage encouraged her to take some for the ride home, not wanting her to be uncomfortable. So she was blessedly numb for the trip, but watching the trees whip by the window made her dizzy, so she turned her head and stared at Cage instead.

Reaching over the console, he’d taken her hand once she was buckled in and he hadn’t let go the entire ride. At times he would just hold her hand, others his fingers would lace through hers, stroking her skin. It was highly arousing as far as hand holding sessions went.

Occasionally, Cage would breathe deep and a low grumble would roll through his chest. He’d give her a look that told her he knew just how arousing she found his hand play.

All she could manage was a drugged blush and an occasional giggle. She usually didn’t giggle, she was blaming that on the drugs.

The truck turned onto a dirt road that led through the woods. After about ten minutes they pulled into a clearing that had a huge two story log cabin with a wraparound porch.

“That’s mom and dad’s,” Cage explained, turning left past the house and driving farther down the road. The next house they came to was a smaller version of the first house. Single story with a wraparound porch, it was made of logs and looked cozy despite still being a large house.

“This one’s mine. Conner and Wyatt have their own houses on the other side of mom and dad’s. I picked this side because it was closer to the lake. I like to fish,” he said with a grin. Turning off the truck, he hopped out and came around to her side. Helping her out of the truck he leaned down to pick her up.

She tried to protest, but was too tired and medicated to put up much of a fight. He carried her to the front door and opened it with one hand. Apparently he wasn’t concerned with break-ins out here.

Inside was exactly what a log cabin in the woods should look like. Hand hewn log furniture that was sturdy and masculine. Dark brown fabric couch cushions and green pillows thrown haphazardly on them. A giant television above a carved wood fireplace. Clearly a man lived here, but it looked like his mother might have had a hand in the decorating. Walking down a hallway, Cage pointed out a set of double doors. “That’s my room if you need anything.”

He walked further pointing out the bathroom, then entered a room on the back of the house that looked out over the forest. A queen-sized bed with a white quilted cover and a mountain of pillows filled the space. Definitely his mother’s work, there was even a vase with fresh wild flowers on the nightstand.

Setting her on her feet, Cage went to the window and pulled the curtains to darken the room. Sophie sat on the bed with a sigh, she wanted to explore Cage’s home, but the pull of the comfy looking bed was overwhelming.

Pulling the covers back, Cage gestured for her to crawl in. Kicking off her shoes she did just that. Lying back against the pillow mountain with a sigh, she looked up at Cage. His eyes held concern and also a hint of pride for some reason.

Cage couldn’t help it, he liked seeing her in his home. In his bed even if it wasn’t exactly the particular bed he really wanted her in. He also liked that he was close and he knew she’d be safe here. Giving her a kiss on her forehead, then one on the tip of her nose, then finally a soft brush over her lips, he said, “Sleep, honey.”