She groaned and pushed me away. “Don’t come too close. You’ll get sick, too.”
I scowled. Moving my face back near hers, I ignored what she said. “What do you need, darlin’? Asprin? Advil?” I grinned as I added, “Cock?”
She smiled at that. “As much as I want your dick, and as much as I think it has magical powers, I really doubt it will cure the headache I have or ease my sore throat. But I’ll take a raincheck, okay?”
Sliding my hand down her body, I reached for her pussy. “I could just—”
She slapped my hand away. “God, you’re gonna drive me crazy today, aren’t you?”
Laughing, I admitted, “Maybe.”
“Okay, well let’s start with some Advil. If that helps, we might move onto cock.” Even th
rough her sickness, she couldn’t hide her amusement, giving me an eye-roll that was mixed with a shake of her head.
I pushed up off the bed. “I’m on it.”
When I came back to her with a glass of water and pills, I found her curled almost into a ball while she had a coughing fit. Sitting next to her, I waited for her coughs to subside before passing her the glass and tablets. “What else can I do besides the pills, darlin’?”
She sat up enough so she could swallow the tablets. “Hold me while we watch a movie together?”
I switched the television in the bedroom on, positioned her next to me on the bed, and held her close while we watched Marley and Me. It was the absolute worst movie choice because it made her cry and hurt her throat.
But it was the perfect movie choice because she snuggled against me and told me how much she loved that I’d listened to her when she told me that was her favourite movie.
Hailee was sick in bed for three days. I spent that time taking care of club business during the day and looking after her at night. I moved her back to her home on Monday afternoon after I finished up with club work. She was hardly conscious that night, so I had dinner with Jean, listening to stories of the crazy shit Hailee got up to when she was younger, before spending the night taking care of Hailee.
Tuesday night, I cooked dinner after arriving and finding Jean not feeling well. I sent her to the couch to rest after making sure she’d had painkillers. Hailee was awake in her bed but didn’t have the energy to eat dinner at the table, so I took it into her.
She hit me with a smile as I passed her a bowl of soup. “Thank you,” she croaked. She’d told me her throat wasn’t sore anymore. It had left her with a raspy throaty voice that did amazing shit to my dick.
I sat next to her. “You like chicken soup?”
She glanced at the soup before looking back at me. “Did you make this?”
“Yeah.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Wow.”
“I told you my sister taught me to cook. Chicken soup was one of those things.”
She stared at me with a stunned expression.
When she didn’t speak, I said, “I know you’re sitting there thinking how fucking amazing I am. I mean, not only am I good at using my dick, I’m good in the kitchen, too.”
Shaking her head at me, she muttered, “You really are too much sometimes. Let me taste it and see if you’re as talented in the kitchen as you are in bed.”
I smirked but didn’t say another word while I waited for her thoughts on my cooking.
Her eyes lit up as she had her first taste. She quickly ate more and was halfway through the bowl when she finally said, “Oh my God, you can fucking cook. This is the best chicken soup ever. I need to meet your sister so I can thank her for teaching you some mad skills.”
I lifted a brow. “You ever gonna doubt me again, darlin’?”
“Don’t go getting ahead of yourself, bossman. A girl’s gotta make sure of these things sometimes. In fact”—she handed me the empty bowl—“I think I need to test it some more. You know, just to be sure.”
I took the bowl and stood, grinning. “If you’re fucking well enough to run me around after you, I think you’re well enough to give my dick some action tonight.”
“Ha,” she said with a laugh that turned into a cough. “I could probably lie there while you do your thing, but this mouth isn’t up to sucking or anything like that, so don’t go getting excited.”