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“If you stay on my right side, we should be cool,” Sam instructed.

Gabe deposited him in the bathroom and went to help Darcy bring in her suitcase. “He wants to get right into bed, so I’ll help him get there and then turn it over to you,” he said grinning. “He seems to be a model patient so far.”

“Much better than I would be,” Darcy admitted.

“Same here. I’d be cussing up a storm and demanding something every other minute,” Gabe said laughing.

“I’m taking notes,” she smiled. “Sam is so lucky to have a friend like you, Gabe.”

“Aww shucks. Nothing he wouldn’t do for me and then some,” he said modestly.

“You really find out who your friends are when something like this happens,” Darcy said.

“Isn’t there a country song about that?” he teased.

“Isn’t there a country song for everything?” she replied.

“You have a point.”

“Hey, is anybody out there?” Sam hollered loudly.

“Oops! I guess the model patient has been kept waiting in the loo a little too long for his liking,” Gabe said, hustling back to get Sam.

Once Sam was in bed and comfortably propped up with pillows, Gabe left to finish the evening barn chores. Darcy took off all her clothes, put on one of Sam’s old T-shirts, and climbed into bed next to him. They were currently dogless, since Sam was so vulnerable with his cracked ribs. The doctor had suggested giving him a week to build up his strength before bringing the dogs home. Gabe was always happy to have them, and it really was their second home.

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Over the next week, Darcy and Sam had settled into domestic bliss as if they had always lived together. Darcy found herself enjoying her role as caretaker, and today they were foregoing the sponge bath for a real shower. Following his checkup earlier, they were given the green light to remove his shoulder sling. Although still tender, Sam’s ribs and shoulder were healing nicely. The Doc said an average of six weeks to heal.

Darcy carefully helped Sam out of his clothing then began to remove her own. Sam’s intense gaze practically scorched a path across every inch of her body as it was revealed. His eyes blazed and his nostrils flared as she pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra. He was already hard. Seeing her breasts spill out of the lacy confines made him groan. They had not tried to make love since Sam had returned home from the hospital. Between the pain in his ribs and shoulder and the mild headaches, it had not been difficult to abstain. But now that Sam was beginning to feel a little more like his old self, he had delicately broached the subject and the doctor had given them the OK.

“Sam, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” Darcy said worriedly.

“It will hurt a lot more if I can’t have you,” he said gruffly.

They stepped into the shower together and Darcy grabbed the bar of soap and a washcloth and began to work up a lather. She gently scrubbed his chest and arms, moving down his body to wash between his legs, all the way down to his feet. She then had him turn around so she could reach his back. Washing across his broad shoulders and his lean and sinewy back, it took all her restraint to complete the task without getting sidetracked. She scrubbed the backs of his thighs, then his calves, finally reaching between his buttocks with the cloth, causing him to groan, then she dropped the washcloth and reached around to grasp his penis in her hand.

Snuggling her breasts against his back, they let the water cascade over their bodies. With her other hand, she reached between his legs from behind and gently cupped his roundness, while moving up and down his shaft with her other hand.

Sam groaned out her name as he arched back and began to climax. Darcy kissed his strong back and licked water droplets from between his shoulder blades as his tremors subsided. He turned to face her, bowing his head to smother her lips with his own. He plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth and she took him eagerly. With his uninjured arm, his hand massaged her breast, teasing her nipple until it was erect, then he moved to the other, repeating the tantalizing seduction. He grasped the weight of her roundness and dipped his head further to take her nipple into his mouth. He began tugging and pulling at her swollen nub as his mouth and tongue wreaked havoc with her senses.

Releasing her breast, he moved his hand to reach between her legs, which she spread wider, her body aching for release. He inserted his finger into her vagina and moved in and out while stimulating her clitoris with his knuckle with each thrust. As Sam plunged his finger faster and deeper, Darcy came suddenly, her body spasming with an orgasm that went on for several minutes.

“Oh my God!” Darcy exclaimed breathlessly.

Sam was raining kisses all over her upturned face. “Did I ever tell you how sexy your freckles are?” he whispered.

“Really?” she said, still breathless.

“Yes, really, makes me feel all warm and fuzzy every time I look at you,” he said seductively.

“I always hated them as a kid,” she admitted.

“It’s as if an artist lightly brush stroked them perfectly across your nose. And your creamy skin…hmm,” he said, nibbling at her neck.

“We’re going to be waterlogged if we don’t hop out soon.” Darcy giggled as his nibbling tickled her.

Darcy tenderly dried Sam off, then herself, and helped him dress before putting on her own clothes.




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