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onto the seat.
“Hope you get better fast, Mr. Viper.” With two hands, he gently closed the car door. I rolled the window down with one hand and reached into my pocket with the other.
“Thanks, Carl. Best of luck to you and Sheila.” I held my hand out for him to shake.
He grasped it firmly as his eyes lit up. “Thank you, sir. Best of luck to you and this beautiful woman, too. She drove out here in the middle of the night for you. You’re a lucky man.”
Michelle slapped both hands over her heart and looked at Carl with glassy eyes.
My eyes slid from her back to Carl. “Best decision you ever made, huh?”
“Ever.” His wide grin returned. “Have a great night, folks.”
“Bye! Thank you!” Michelle called out as I rolled the window back up. “What a sweet man. I can’t believe the nice things he said.”
I let out a quick laugh. “I can. I had a hundred dollar bill in my hand when I shook his.”
Her eyes widened and she punched me again. Then she slipped her hand in mine and drove me home.
Just like I figured, I hardly slept at all that night. Except instead of worrying about Viper and waiting for his call, I was worrying about Viper and watching him sleep.
I felt a little better that he was in bed next to me and not several states away, but every little groan he made had me jumping out of my skin. Thankfully the meds seemed to be doing their job at keeping the pain away, but they didn’t help with his restlessness.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I asked quietly after he sighed for the fourth time in less than two minutes.
“No, I’m fine. Just uncomfortable.” He let out another sigh. “I hate sleeping on my back. This sucks!”
“I know it does, but I don’t think sleeping on your side or your stomach is a good idea with that big brace on your knee.”
“Staying awake isn’t a good idea, either,” he grumbled as he shoved the covers off of him angrily.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a minute. “Yeah, roll over.”
“Huh?”
“Roll over.”
I frowned and stared at him. “Why?”
“Please just do it.”
“Fine.” It was my turn to sigh as I rolled over and faced away from him. “But if you think this is some lame attempt to get yourself laid, that’s so not happening. I’m exhausted and you’re broken.”
“I’m not broken. Hush.” He grunted as he leaned on his elbow and turned on his side, scooting right up against my back and throwing an arm around my waist.
“What are you doing? Doesn’t this hurt? Are you okay?” I rambled.
His scruffy chin scraped the back of my neck as he nuzzled in close. “I’m fine. I sleep better with my dick in between your butt cheeks. That’s where it belongs.”
I smiled to myself and laced my fingers with his, happy that he, and his penis, were home with me. Within a few seconds, his breathing evened out and his chest vibrated against my back as he snored softly. Thankfully I wasn’t far behind.
A few hours later, the sun snuck around the curtains and filled my bedroom. I cracked an eye open and lifted my head off the pillow just enough to peek at the clock. It was a little past six and Viper had to be back at the rink by nine to meet with Dr. Jennings, the Wild’s team doctor, to discuss his injury. We knew they would probably send him to the hospital for an MRI after that, but Dr. Jennings wanted to check him out first.
Viper still had his arm wrapped around me and was lying in the exact same position he’d fallen asleep in just a few hours before. Being up half the night wasn’t fun at all, but I was thankful we’d both been able to grab a few hours of sleep, at least.
“Hey, you awake?” I ran my fingertips softly along the tattoos on his muscular forearm, tracing the dark lines back and forth.
He moaned a few garbled words that didn’t make any sense and started snoring quietly again.
Since he obviously wasn’t
“Hope you get better fast, Mr. Viper.” With two hands, he gently closed the car door. I rolled the window down with one hand and reached into my pocket with the other.
“Thanks, Carl. Best of luck to you and Sheila.” I held my hand out for him to shake.
He grasped it firmly as his eyes lit up. “Thank you, sir. Best of luck to you and this beautiful woman, too. She drove out here in the middle of the night for you. You’re a lucky man.”
Michelle slapped both hands over her heart and looked at Carl with glassy eyes.
My eyes slid from her back to Carl. “Best decision you ever made, huh?”
“Ever.” His wide grin returned. “Have a great night, folks.”
“Bye! Thank you!” Michelle called out as I rolled the window back up. “What a sweet man. I can’t believe the nice things he said.”
I let out a quick laugh. “I can. I had a hundred dollar bill in my hand when I shook his.”
Her eyes widened and she punched me again. Then she slipped her hand in mine and drove me home.
Just like I figured, I hardly slept at all that night. Except instead of worrying about Viper and waiting for his call, I was worrying about Viper and watching him sleep.
I felt a little better that he was in bed next to me and not several states away, but every little groan he made had me jumping out of my skin. Thankfully the meds seemed to be doing their job at keeping the pain away, but they didn’t help with his restlessness.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I asked quietly after he sighed for the fourth time in less than two minutes.
“No, I’m fine. Just uncomfortable.” He let out another sigh. “I hate sleeping on my back. This sucks!”
“I know it does, but I don’t think sleeping on your side or your stomach is a good idea with that big brace on your knee.”
“Staying awake isn’t a good idea, either,” he grumbled as he shoved the covers off of him angrily.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a minute. “Yeah, roll over.”
“Huh?”
“Roll over.”
I frowned and stared at him. “Why?”
“Please just do it.”
“Fine.” It was my turn to sigh as I rolled over and faced away from him. “But if you think this is some lame attempt to get yourself laid, that’s so not happening. I’m exhausted and you’re broken.”
“I’m not broken. Hush.” He grunted as he leaned on his elbow and turned on his side, scooting right up against my back and throwing an arm around my waist.
“What are you doing? Doesn’t this hurt? Are you okay?” I rambled.
His scruffy chin scraped the back of my neck as he nuzzled in close. “I’m fine. I sleep better with my dick in between your butt cheeks. That’s where it belongs.”
I smiled to myself and laced my fingers with his, happy that he, and his penis, were home with me. Within a few seconds, his breathing evened out and his chest vibrated against my back as he snored softly. Thankfully I wasn’t far behind.
A few hours later, the sun snuck around the curtains and filled my bedroom. I cracked an eye open and lifted my head off the pillow just enough to peek at the clock. It was a little past six and Viper had to be back at the rink by nine to meet with Dr. Jennings, the Wild’s team doctor, to discuss his injury. We knew they would probably send him to the hospital for an MRI after that, but Dr. Jennings wanted to check him out first.
Viper still had his arm wrapped around me and was lying in the exact same position he’d fallen asleep in just a few hours before. Being up half the night wasn’t fun at all, but I was thankful we’d both been able to grab a few hours of sleep, at least.
“Hey, you awake?” I ran my fingertips softly along the tattoos on his muscular forearm, tracing the dark lines back and forth.
He moaned a few garbled words that didn’t make any sense and started snoring quietly again.
Since he obviously wasn’t
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