Wood Worked

Those thoughts were still swirling around my mind when I used the flexible showerhead to clean more intimate spots. Then a pulse of water had accidentally hit my clit, and I almost came on the spot. Again, it made me wonder what the hell was wrong with me these days. Usually, it was very hard for me to come. An errant burst of water shouldn’t have gotten me anywhere near close.

Except it wasn’t really the water. It was Raphael. And Spencer. And weirdly, even Flynn. Yeah, I didn’t know him, but I knew he was strong and—let’s face it—hot. And I knew he also had the same incredible brown eyes that Spencer had.

I realized that my hand was on my stomach, stroking lightly. Jeesh, I really needed to get my mind off men. Carefully, I sat up. The pain in my ribs was still there, but it seemed a little better. I took my brush and mirror out of the nightstand and went to work on my hair. Once it looked better, I put on a little makeup. There was no one in the house, as far as I could tell, but it made me feel better knowing I was more presentable.

It was lucky I did get cleaned up, because a few minutes later, Sierra initiated a video call. She was so gorgeous that she always made me feel like a troll in comparison. But she was too nice for me to hate her for it.

“Hey, Sierra. Thanks for the flowers.” I panned my phone over to show her the bouquet on the dresser.

“You’re welcome, but I want to see how you are.” When I pointed the camera back at myself, she smiled. “You look good.”

“I doubt that, but I did just have a shower. It feels good to be clean.”

“Trust me, you look good. Kylie said you looked kind of awful at the hospital, no offense. She’s really worried about you.” Sierra’s brow wrinkled, or it tried to, but her skin was too smooth for that. With her wavy, flowing hair curling around her shoulders, she looked like a painting of the goddess Venus come to life.

“Really, I’m all right.”

“I wouldn’t be, if I were all banged up like that,” she said with a sympathetic smile.

Okay, she had a point there. “Well… everything is still kind of achy and bruised, but my wrist is better.” I held up my left hand and flexed it.

“That’s a start.” Then she leaned forward toward her screen. “Are you wearing a man’s dress shirt?”

Automatically, I looked down, but of course I was. Still. “Yes.”

“Who does it belong to? The hot single dad or the hot single brother-in-law?”

Clearly, Sierra had been reading between the lines of my texts. “It’s Spencer’s,” I said, but she just looked at me with her eyebrow raised. I took a quick peek at the open doorway to the bedroom, but the house was still empty. “He’s the hot single dad.”

She grinned. “You’ve got to tell me how you came to be wearing it.”

I did, emphasizing how difficult it was to take a shower with the leg cast, and minimizing the parts where I drooled over Raphael or when the shower spray had had inappropriately good aim.

“You need a real robe, ASAP,” she said when I’d finished my tale. “Seems like your ribs would heal faster if you didn’t have to bend over and drag clothing over your cast.”

“I guess.” I was a little doubtful. “But won’t it gape open? That could be dangerous, because they both often carry me.”

Sierra frowned, lost in thought. Then snapped her fingers. “How about a dress, then?”

“Like a house dress?”

“God, no. Just a stretchy dress that you can pull over your head. That’ll keep you covered.”

“That’s a good idea.” The thought cheered me up, because I suddenly realized that even though I couldn’t walk or do pretty much anything on my own, there was something I could do to improve my situation. And that magical thing was online shopping.

Why hadn’t I thought of it sooner? “It’s still hard to get underwear on, though.”

“How about bikini bottoms that tie at the side?”

I’d never worn a bikini, but her suggestion seemed easier than regular panties. “Good idea. I’ll look for some.”

Sierra was typing on her phone, giving me a good look at the microscopically small pores on her cheeks. Then she pressed a button on her phone and leaned back. “I just sent you a link.”

Opening it, I saw a gorgeous, lacy bra and panty set. The panties had little clasps at the side that looked like the fastener on a bra that opened in the front. Then I saw the price, and my jaw dropped.

I scrolled up to the top of the website and saw that it was for a luxury lingerie store in Los Angeles. That probably explained why one set of underwear nearly cost more than my engineering degree. “That’s really pretty.”