Ten
When I woke up the second time, I was alone in the bed. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. Jiji wasn’t beside me so I figured she was the one taking the shower. I threw back the sheets and swung my legs over the side of the bed to sit up. My head swam and I gripped the bedpost ‘til it stopped. Damn, I hated the way the pain meds made me feel—dizzy, nauseous, with a dry cotton mouth.
The shower turned off. I tried standing, so I could make my way to the bathroom. Damn; as soon as I let go of the bedpost my body began to sway. Before I hit the floor, two strong arms snaked around my waist, lifting me. Jameson sat down on the bed with me in his lap. I found myself staring at a very naked chest.
“What the fuck are you doing, Tish?”
I looked up into Jameson’s stormy face, trying hard not to smile at his scowl. “You’re dripping all over me Jameson.”
His hair was still wet from the shower; he slicked it back, frowning at me. “You’re not supposed to get up by yourself!”
“Jameson—”
He interrupted me. “Please, babe, I’m Fighter.”
“Jameson, you can be Fighter to the guys, but you will always be Jameson to me.” Just like that, I shut him down. For me, he will always be Jameson.
I tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention, then said, “I have to pee so bad; could you please take me to the bathroom?”
He sighed, but swung me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom. He sat me gently on the closed toilet seat lid, but made sure I was steady before he let go. “You need more help in here?”
I could feel the heat going up my neck, but I just shook my head. “No, I got it from here.”
“Okay, babe, I’ll be right out that door. Call me when you’re finished, I’ll help you get back to bed.”
I kept my head down but managed a quick, “Okay.”
He lifted my chin with his finger. “Don’t be embarrassed, Tish. I’m here to help; lean on me, use my strength.” He tapped me on the nose, smiling at my blush.
He left me sitting on the toilet seat itself. I quickly used the facility, staring longingly at the shower. I saw my bag sitting on the counter so I grabbed my toothbrush and quickly brushed my teeth. My hair was a knotted mess; it needed a good washing then conditioning before I could attack the massive tangles.
Jameson called through the door, “Tish, you done in there?”
“Yeah, but I can get back to bed myself,” I grumbled. Flushing the toilet was Jameson’s cue to open the door.
“I want to take a shower and wash my hair,” I said.
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
I looked up at him, scowling. “What do you mean no?” I fumed.
“Boomer said you’re not strong enough to stand on your own yet, so no shower.”
When I replied, I shouted at him furiously. “I don’t give a damn what Boomer said. I stink from laying in bed for days, my hair’s a rat’s nest, I’ve got dried blood in places I don’t even want to think about—I need to take a shower, so I’m doing it,” I said mutinously, leaning to grab the shower door handle.
Quick as a snake, he moved, picking me up and plunking me down on the toilet again. “Sit your ass right there. Don’t you dare move ‘til I get back or I will paddle those sweet cheeks for you, hear me?”
My mouth dropped open but no words came out. I closed my mouth and recited every dirty word I could think of in my head. Taking that for assent, he turned his back to me and left the bathroom. I threw my toothpaste, but missed his retreating back. The freaking nerve; I could take a shower by myself if I wanted to. Yeah, so I felt a little woozy, but so what? Ugh, men.
In a minute he was back, wearing a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. He went to the shower and turned it on, adjusting the temperature of the water without saying a word. “Do you need help getting out of your clothes?” he asked.
I looked down at the cast on my arm. Damn it, I was going to have to accept his help! On second thought, I had a better idea. “Is Jiji in the clubhouse?”
Jameson looked down at me, smiling. “No, babe, it’s just me.”
“You’re not undressing me, Jameson.”
“Babe, if you want in that shower then strip. You can’t do that on your own.”
“Get Boomer,” I said.
“Hell fuckin’ no,” he shouted.
“Jameson, I’m not getting naked in front of you,” I yelled back.
He bent down so he was nose-to-nose with me. “You want a shower, fine, but I’m going in with you and that’s that. So strip now or I will carry you back to bed right this fucking second.”
I sat there fuming; but damn, I needed that shower. Getting clumsily to my feet, I turned to face him and raised my arms so he could slip the T-shirt over my head. I had no bra on so my breasts swung free. My side and back were still mottled with bruises; I was embarrassed at how they looked. But that’s not why I didn’t want to undress. I felt like I was crossing some line here. I admit it, I was scared.
It’s not like I’d never been naked with a guy before, but I’d been crushing on Jameson since I saw him get off his bike so long ago. While he was in the Marines, Jiji used to video chat with him. When I was at her house she always included me. I watched him teasing and loving his sister and fell totally for him. He teased me too, making me laugh and blush.
I snapped to the present when I felt Jameson slide my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. He tapped each foot for me to lift so I could step out of them. My pussy tightened when I felt his breath on my mound while he helped me undress. He paused to look but didn’t say anything. When he stood again, I saw his eyes go to my side. I tried to hide the marks with my arm and his eyes narrowed further.
I trembled at the look on his face. The bruises were a combination of black, purple, and yellow smashed together in a mottled mess; they looked horrific. He raised his eyes to mine. “I’m so sorry he did this to you, Tish.”
I ducked my head but, once again, he wouldn’t allow it. “You did the right thing nailing him in the balls, babe. Stabbing him with that screwdriver was an outstanding idea. Good for you for keeping your wits about you and seeing it as a weapon. It bought you and Jiji time to get away. That was really smart thinking.”
I warmed under his praise. Well, that and the fact that he was checking me out without being obvious about it. “I don’t think I did anything smart; fear was my motivation,” I said.
“Whatever works, Tish. Fear can be a good motivator as long as you use it to your advantage, which you did with great success. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Jameson, I don’t deserve your praise, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
When I turned my back to get in the shower, I heard him swear, “God fucking damn him to hell.” When I felt him ghost his fingers over the belt marks, I shied away. His lips tightened. “Get in the shower and then back in bed, Tish.”
“You’re mad,” I said, trying to duck under his arm.
He sighed. “I’m not mad at you babe, I’m pissed for you.” He worked as he talked, wrapping the cast on my arm with a baggie and tucking the ends inside so it wouldn’t get wet. Then he moved me into the shower, checking the water once more before letting me settle under the spray.
The water hit my head and I lifted my face to the spray. “Ahh, that feels so good,” I said. I jumped, trying to move away when I felt someone at my back.
“Shh,” he soothed, “it’s just me, babe. I’m gonna wash your hair.” He adjusted the showerhead, the water flowing down my back.
“Does it sting?” he asked.
“Not enough to make it stop,” I replied.
He grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squirting some into his palm. The scent of wildflowers filled the air. He rubbed his palms together, then his strong fingers massaged the shampoo into my scalp. I leaned forward so he could work the soap into the tangled mass. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his strong fingers working the silky substance into the messy locks.
His rough hands snarled in the strands that were stuck around my face; he carefully unwound them from his fingers. He rinsed the soap out, then repeated the procedure with some conditioner.
He pulled a pink pouf off the shower handle, slathered some of my body wash onto it, and then handed it to me. I took it from him, washing the front of my body as best I could with one arm. He stood back, braced against the wall, relaxed but attentive should I need help. I tipped my head back under the spray, letting the water wash out the conditioner.
I looked over at Jameson, handing him the pouf to wash my back. My eyes wandered down his body; his cock was tenting his shorts. It wasn’t hard to miss. His shorts were soaked—Lord, he wasn’t wearing underwear! He was thick and long, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Tish, you keep staring at my cock like that you’re gonna get more than just a look.”
My eyes jerked up to his face; lust blazed back at me. I blushed. I couldn’t help it, quickly I turned around for him to wash my back.
Very gently, he ran the pouf over my back and buttocks, squatting down to wash my legs and feet, turning me to rinse. Getting up, he shut off the water.
I felt a towel hit my back and I grabbed it, wrapping it around my body. He opened the door ahead of me, following close behind me ‘til I sat on the edge of the bed again.
A fresh set of panties and sleep shorts with a T-shirt lay on the bed. I grabbed the panties, but trying to bend over to put them on pulled a pained cry from my lips.
Jameson was immediately there, taking them out of my hands to slide them over my feet, up my legs, over my hips. I took them from him, pulling them into place. He was down on the floor with my sleep shorts next. Balancing by clutching his head, I lifted my foot one at a time while he slid them on. Next came my T-shirt. He pulled it over my head, helping me get my bad arm into its sleeve while I put my other arm through. I felt his fingertips glide over my bruises. I pushed his hand away, smoothing the T-shirt over my torso.
He let me but he lifted my head as he spoke. “Babe, this isn’t over. When those bruises heal and you’re feeling better, you and me have some alone time coming.”
He leaned down, kissing me softly since my lip was still busted.
I blushed, and he smiled. “From the way you were looking at my dick in the shower, you liked what you saw.”
I could feel the heat on my cheeks but I didn’t back down. “Jameson, that thing looked like a loaded weapon.”
He burst out laughing, kissing the top of my head. “Lay down, babe, get some rest. You need to heal quick, or I’m going to have a permanent case of blue balls!” My blush spread over the tops of my breasts. He noticed, tracing a finger over the swells. He sighed and removed his finger.
He dried off, tossed the wet shorts, and pulled on a pair of jeans but left them unbuttoned at the top, all while I was busy getting into bed. I kept sneaking peeks at his firm butt cheeks ‘til they were covered by the worn denim.
He came over to the bed, leaned down, kissed me lightly on the lips, and stood up. “I gotta get to work, babe, but I’ll be back later.”
He pulled a T-shirt over his head. As he was walking out the door, I caught a glimpse of a girl walking up to him. She pulled the T-shirt down, saying something to him. I wanted to get up and pound her into the ground but I couldn’t even swing my legs over the bed without getting dizzy. Damn the man for being so sexy.
The door closed and they walked away, leaving me stewing alone in his room.