Page 180 of His Hungry Wolf

“Me too. I would get it but I’m a little limited,” he said with a smile.

“Right! I keep forgetting that you broke your leg.”

“So do I,” he said with a chuckle.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” I said about to get the note and then realizing I was naked and still hard as a rock.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said that it hurts less when I’m around you.”

“Do you think you’re doing any more damage to it by walking on it?”

“That’s a good question. But, I think my body would tell me if I needed to ease up. Last night when I was kneeling looking at you, I didn’t feel it at all. And this morning, it doesn’t feel perfect, but I wouldn’t say that it hurts.”

“Maybe you’re running on adrenaline? It can reduce pain,” I suggested.

“Maybe. But until my body tells me to pull back, why not keep going?”

“Because you know you should rest?”

“I’ll rest on Monday when we get back to school.”

“Hopefully we’ll be able to figure out something today,” I told him.

“Hopefully. Which makes me wonder what’s on the note.”

“Um, I would get out of bed and get it but I’m naked and really hard,” I admitted.

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” Cage said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to the show.”

Cage knew how to make me feel comfortable with anything. So, pulling off the covers, I scooted out of bed and stopped to give him a good look at my body.

“God damn, you’re sexy,” he said making me even harder.

When I turned, I bent over giving him a full view of my butt and hole.

“Are you trying to give me ideas?”

I stood up and faced him.

“I was hoping you had the ideas already.”

“I can barely think of anything else.”

It was good to hear. Without thinking if I should return to bed and collect my prize for the show, I unfolded the note and read it.

“What does it say?”

“It says that Titus is downstairs whenever we’re ready for the tour.”

“Titus?”

“Dr. Sonya had suggested she get someone named Titus to give us a tour of the town. I guess he’s here waiting for us. What time is it?”

We both looked around for a clock. When neither of us found one, I retrieved my phone from my jeans that lay crumpled at the foot of the bed.

“My phone’s dead,” Cage said looking at his.

“I have a little juice left and it is 11:05 a.m.,” I said shocked.