Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
E veryone was making a big fuss over nothing.
Ace grumbled as BJ pulled the car up to his house.
“Sure you don’t want to come stay with me and Penny for the night?” His brother asked him for the hundredth time.
Shaking his head he managed a grunt that sounded half like a laugh. “You two have to deal with a baby who barely sleeps as it is. You don’t need to add taking care of me onto your plate. Besides, I told you I’m fine.”
BJ sighed. “You’re not a chore Alfa, you’re my brother. My twin. My twin who is injured and needs someone to keep an eye on him tonight. Even the doctor said so.”
Again, he grunted. “What does he know?”
“A hell of a lot more than you, mister.” Millie poked her head up from the backseat and glared at him “Or did you suddenly get a medical degree in the last hour and a half?”
He rolled in his lips to hide a grin. She’d been wavering between babying him and calling him out on his stubbornness since they left the hospital. It was like whiplash how quickly she changed her tune whenever he argued or winced in pain. He didn’t know if he was amused or annoyed.
He leaned over to unlock his seat belt, forgetting that the slightest inch of movement sent a shooting stab of pain through his injured wrist. He sucked in a sharp breath, cursing under his breath.
“Dammit, Ace, where’s the sling the doctor told you to wear?” Millie admonished him.
“Right here,” BJ said, the blue strap dangling from his fingers. “Found it in the trashcan of his room as we were leaving.
“Traitor,” he muttered to his brother.
“Only cause I love you, bro.” BJ grinned.
Millie snatched the sling from BJ, shuffling around in the back as she exited the car. His door was open before he could turn and there she stood, scowl on her face, determination burning in her eyes.
“Don’t move,” she commanded.
He blinked, the pain subsiding as curiosity took over watching her grab the truck frame and haul herself up next to him. With a tender hand she carefully reached around him to unlatch his seatbelt, guiding the strap into its place. Next, she slowly slipped the sling over his head, being gentle as she adjusted his arm in it as the doctor suggested.
“This is ridiculous,” he muttered even as his heart sped up at her soft touch.
“You need to use the sling for the next two days, the doctor said.” She glared at him. “And if you’re not going to your brother’s house then I’m staying the night to keep an eye on you.”
“You don’t—”
“Alfa Jackson, I swear if you try and argue with me on this, I will call every single one of your siblings over for a three-day sleepover that includes makeovers while we all share our deepest darkest feelings. Don’t even think of testing me!”
A snort of laughter came from his side. He glanced over to see BJ with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“I have been needing to exfoliate lately,” BJ said gleefully.
He flipped his twin off.
“Fine,” he said to Millie. “You win. You can stay.”
“Damn right I win,” she muttered, hopping down from the truck. “Now give me your keys so I can open the front door.
He fished his keys out of his pocket, wincing when the slight movement made his arm throb.
Her eyes took in his reaction, narrowing. “You’re taking the painkillers when we get inside.”
With that declaration she turned and headed up to his front door.
He stared after her, brain going fuzzy as he wondered for the millionth time how a woman like her ever came to be with a guy like him.
“She’s good for you.”
At the soft comment he turned to face BJ. His brother had a soft smile on his face as he nodded to Millie.
“We’re not…it’s not like that.” He hated keeping things from his twin, but they’d agreed to keep this thing secret for now.
BJ shook his head with a laugh. “Sure. I’m just saying, man. You deserve something who makes you smile and calls you out on your bullshit.”
Millie did both those things. And he loved it.
“Okay,” Millie’s determined voice said as she came back to the truck. “I’m ready for the patient.”
“I’m not a patient,” he grumbled. “You make me sound helpless.”
She rolled those beautiful eyes. “Oh please, I’m the one who’s gonna need help after dealing with your stubborn ass all night.”
“You don’t have to stay.”
She glared at him, pointing with a single finger as she uttered one, dark word. “Makeovers.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
He allowed her to help him out of the truck, but really it was just an excuse to touch her.
“Call me if you need anything,” BJ said. “Either of you.”
He nodded as Millie closed the door. He turned with her and headed up to his open front door. Once they were inside, he heard the crunch of tires on gravel as his brother drove away.
“Bed or couch?” Millie asked.
It was late, not as late as some nights he worked, but with his injury and the annoying hospital trip, he was spent.
“Bed,” he muttered.
Since she’d been to his place before she knew the way. Once they were in his room, he sat on the bed contemplating how to get his shirt off. It would hurt like hell to try and get it off with his cast. Maybe he should cut it off? Wasn’t like this was a favorite shirt or anything. Just a plain black T-shirt. He had a few more just like it.
“Do you want me to cut your shirt off or leave it on for the night?” Millie asked, seeming to read his mind.
He chuckled softly. “Let’s leave it on for now. I can just sleep in it.”
“You should take some of the painkillers the doctor gave you before bed.”
He frowned. The antibiotics he got. He’d cut his wrist on the clipboard during the fall and while he didn’t need stitches, just a few butterfly bandages under his cast, bacteria could get into any cut. But the pain meds were unnecessary.
“I’m fine.”
Millie let out a heavy sigh, eyes rolling to the ceiling. “Save me from stubborn men.”
He wasn’t stubborn. He just didn’t like to take meds unless they were necessary. A little pain was manageable.
She glanced back at him with a sigh. “I’m not going to be able to convince you to take the pain meds, am I?”
He shook his head. “You’re staying, playing Florence Nightingale. Take the win.”
A spark lit her eyes. Her lips curled into a sensual smile. “If you won’t take the pain meds…I have another idea.”
* * *
Millie watched as confusion covered Ace’s face. He might refuse the drugs, but she knew other ways to deal with pain management. Aerials was fun but also ran the risk of frequent injury. She knew many methods of pain management that didn’t include medication. You could use ice, heat, stretching, massage, or one of her personal favorites…endorphin release. And the best way to release endorphins—or the most fun way some might say—was through a long, pleasure filled orgasm.
She gently pushed him back against the pillows, lifting his legs onto the bed. Untying his shoes she slipped them off as he stared at her in confusion.
“Millie, what are you doing?”
“I’m taking care of you, Alfa.”
Her hands slid up his jean clad legs as the light finally dawned on him. Understanding heat burned in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” she said, stopping his silly insistence that he didn’t need anyone. Didn’t he see that the people around him wanted to help him. Not because they felt obligated, but because they loved him. She…no she wasn’t finishing that thought right now. Tonight was about Ace and what he needed.
She moved her hands up to the button of his jeans, pausing as a thought occurred to her. “Unless you don’t want to? I’m sorry, you’re probably tired and not in the mood. I can get the meds.”
He shook his head, grabbing her hand as she went to move off the bed and placing it over the erection straining his zipper. “I don’t want meds, and does this feel like I’m not in the mood?”
She pressed her palm against his cock, relishing in the dark moan it elicited from his lips. “Let me take care of you, Ace. Please.”
He groaned as she ever so slowly pulled his zipper down. “How can I refuse such a sweet offer?”
She laughed softly, gently tugging. Ace helped, lifting his hips so she could pull off his pants and boxers, leaving him deliciously naked from the waist down.
“It’s a good thing I’m not wearing a red shirt, or I’d look like Winnie The Pooh right now.”
She looked up in shock. “Was that a joke? From you? In the middle of sex?”
“I can be funny sometimes,” he insisted. “It’s just that a lot of people don’t get my—holy fuck!”
He swore as she dipped her head and took him into her mouth. As much as she loved the playful side of him she knew not many people got to see, she couldn’t resist the feast before her. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling gently at her scalp. Not painfully, but with just enough pressure to have moisture pooling between her legs.
She reveled in the taste of him, teasing the head as she used her hands at the base of his cock. Oral sex had always been a favorite of hers. She loved pleasing her partners, making them cry out her name.
“Millie,” Ace moaned.
Yes, like that.
She continued with her torture, slowly moving up and down his cock as he gently pumped his hips in time with her. Suddenly his hand was gone from her hair, and she felt a small tug on her chin. She released him with a popping sound and glanced up, grateful to see no pain on his face. Only need.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “I wasn’t done. Or more accurately you weren’t.”
He shook his head at her sassy wink. “I know, but I want to finish with you. Ride me, sweetheart.”
Anything he wanted. Anything at all.
Standing, Millie removed her pants and underwear, coming back to the bed to straddle him. As she reached over to the bedside table where he kept the condoms, she saw him frown.
“What about the top?”
Tapping his nose playfully with her finger she grinned down at him. “We can both Winnie The Pooh it.”
He laughed out loud, grasping her hips and pulling her down for a deep kiss. Somehow in the middle of the kiss she managed to unwrap the condom and slip it over him. Multitasking for the win.
“Now, Millie,” Ace commanded.
She positioned herself over him and sank down on his cock. They moaned in unison, delighting in their joining. Being careful of his injury, she set a slow pace that quickly turned frantic. In less time than she would have liked, she was crying out in pleasure, grinding herself down onto him. He gripped her tightly, joining her mere seconds later.
After she made a quick trip to the bathroom and grabbed a warm cloth to clean them both up before slipping into bed with him. Ace tucked her into his side, wrapping his good arm around her and kissing her softly on the head. As she started to doze off, she heard his voice whisper in the night.
“Thank you, Millie, for staying.”
She smiled, snuggling deeper into him. “Thank you for letting me.”
Because she knew that Ace allowing her to care for him was a big deal. One she would never take for granted.