Page 71 of Prickly Pair
He was naked, and seeing him in this light was a lot better than the hospital ones. He had scrapes and bruises up his leftside that I kept fussing over, but he liked it. I didn’t know enough about Nick yet, but I wasn’t too sure he’d ever been cared for like this. Seeing his expression brighten once he saw Evie had waited for him all day had made my heart hurt.
He was tough and flirty, sure. But he was soft under all his confidence. And that softness drew me in.
I was still getting to know him. I wanted to take him out on a date at some point, just the two of us, to talk and flirt and kiss.
“We should go on a date,” I said to him. “Just us.”
Steam surrounded us as hot water ran down my back. He grunted as I kissed along his collar bone, up his neck, his lips.
“I’d like that,” Nick groaned. “Like the idea of romancing the hot local doctor. I have to start some sort of trouble in this town.”
“Falling off a roof helped you meet your trouble quota,” I teased.
He chuckled, but then his breath hitched. “They’re definitely fucking.” His cock was hardened against my thigh. “Do you think Austin is a bottom or a top? I have theories.”
I closed my hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke him slowly. “I thought the two of you were enemies, yet here you are wondering what position he’d like more.”
“I think he’s both,” Nick whispered against my mouth. “I think once he lets go of his stuck-up attitude, he’s probably pretty fun. I bet he’d be good at sucking your cock while he fucks me.”
I gripped the back of his neck and pushed his chin up, drawing a surprised gasp from him. “Nick,” I growled. “You’re such a fucking brat.”
He gave me a devilish grin. “You wanna fuck it out of me, Dr. Jacobs?”
“You can’t call me doctor when I’m about to fuck you against the wall,” I said.
“Oh? Are you?—”
I turned him around, enjoying the way he squeaked as his skin pressed against the cool tiles.Dammit. I wanted him more than anything else right now. I wanted to slide right into him and pound the attitude out of him, but he had a concussion. I’d insisted myself he do no strenuous activities, yet here I was, jerking him in the shower.
“I can’t fuck you right now,” I growled in his ear. “You have aconcussion,in case you forgot.”
He pushed his ass back against me. “My dick made me forget.”
“Yeah, I think yourconcussionmade you forget. Behave.”
“The longer you know me, the more you’ll find I never behave.”
I kissed the side of his neck, and he made a sound in his throat. A whimper. I closed my eyes and got a hold of myself before I fucked him against the wall anyway. With a sigh, I looked over Evie’s shelf of soaps and scrubs until I spotted the bottle.
Nick turned around, his dimples showing, his stupid smirk making my stomach flutter with butterflies. He was irresistibly charming. He held out his hand and I opened the cap of the bottle, pouring soap into both of our hands.
“At least let me wash you,” Nick said. “Also, just a reminder, you told me yourself the concussion could have been worse.”
“Yes, that doesn’t mean that it was good. Are you going to behave?”
“No.”
I sighed. “Fine.”
His grin broadened as he lathered his hands together and started running them over my chest. I did the same with mine, gently gliding them up his left side, careful around his ribs. He winced when I neared that part of his body, but I was easy onhim. His hands slid lower and I groaned when he closed one around my cock. He brought it toward his, sliding our shafts against each other.
“Nick,” I rasped.
“You said I can’t have sex, and nothing about me not being able to get you off. I think our girlfriend is busy with myenemy, so . . .”
He started to stroke us together. I planted my hand on the wall next to his head, huffing as we looked down at our cocks. Our veins bulged, each of us hard and needy. Seeing us next to each other turned me on even more.
God, I wanted him. So badly.
