Page 26 of Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 13

Drake

Dee forced me to sit down at the kitchen table while she went to get first aid supplies. My head was fucking killing me and the washcloth full of ice she made me hold to the gash wasn’t helping much. That motherfucker! I should have gone after him. Given him what he deserved. But I wanted to stay with Dee.

Dee returned in no time with a small plastic tray holding a box of Band-Aids, a bottle of peroxide, a clump of cotton balls, and a jar of Advil.

“How are you doing?” she asked as she approached me.

“I’m okay.”

“Let me see.” Gently, she lowered my hand and examined the damage. “Shit. You’re going to have a big bump, but the cut doesn’t seem too bad. I don’t think you’ll need stitches.”

Stitches? Fuck no. I had them once under my chin when I fell off a jungle gym at the age of seven and then again at seventeen after being hit in the shin by a hockey stick when I was in college.

“Stay still,” she said, setting the first aid supplies on the table.

I watched as she opened the peroxide and soaked a couple of cotton balls with the antiseptic solution.

“Shit! That hurts!” I yelped as she dabbed one of them on my wound.

She smiled and continued to dab away. I squirmed in my seat.

“You’re worse than a six-year-old.”

The fact was all men were big babies. We could take a knife to our heart, but when it came to the little things like a small cut it was like we’d been to war. And don’t get me started on guys getting sick. Did you ever hear of a guy with a cold? No, it was always the flu and we were always sick as a dog.

Dee stepped back and examined my face. Her eyes narrowed. “Good. The bleeding is stopping. But you need to keep this cut covered so it won’t get infected.”

I kept my eyes on her as she opened the box of Band-Aids.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to make me wear a Danger Rangers Band-Aid? Those are for six-year-olds.”

“That’s right. They’re Tyson’s favorite. And right now, I’d say you’re acting like a two-year-old.”

I started to roll my eyes at her, but it hurt too much. Instead, I grimaced as she affixed the bandage. Okay, confession. I was enjoying every minute of her attention. I loved the way she was so maternal. So different from all the women who were after me, especially Krizia, who didn’t have a maternal bone in her body.

My temp stepped back to examine her handiwork and flashed a proud smile. “All done. You’ll be as good as new in a couple days.”

My eyes stayed on her as she traipsed to the kitchen sink. Her heart-shaped ass was fucking gorgeous and her gait had a sexy little bounce. Opening a cabinet, she removed a glass and filled it with water. She returned and handed it to me.

“Take some Advil. It’ll help with the pain.”

Wordlessly, I unscrewed the ibuprofen jar and then downed a couple of the tablets.

Setting down the glass of water on the table, I gazed up at her. “Didn’t you forget something?”

Puzzled, she stared at me.

“You know, you need to kiss the boo-boo.”

“Oh, right.”

As she bent down to kiss me, I impulsively drew her into my arms until she was straddled on my lap. I began to kiss her slender neck, trailing soft kisses from under her chin to her ears, then along the nape. Delicious, sexy little sounds, which were totally turning me on, filled the back of her throat.

“You do a lot of things well,” I whispered between kisses, my dick hardening.

“Like what?” she breathed out, arching her back.