Fight Me(49)

“Shows you what you know, Maddox. So, I basically understand that it’s okay for you to see strippers at your bachelor party, but not okay for Avery to see them at her bachelorette party. Is that correct?” Erin asks with a curious grin on her face.

“Exactly. I’m glad you get it,” Maddox replies before taking a big bite of his pizza.

“Oh, I get it alright,” Erin says. “And that’s very sexist of you. I hope the first thing you think about as some woman is shaking her naked ta-tas in your face Saturday night is the image of your future wife with some big, buff greased-up macho man shaking what God gave him in her face while straddling her lap.”

The look on Maddox’s face is absolutely fucking priceless. Avery and I die laughing. Avery leans over and high-fives Erin before settling back down to eat her pizza.

“So, we don’t need strippers, Jake. I’m good,” Maddox mumbles.

After the pizza is devoured, Maddox and Avery hang out for just a short time before taking off to get Bean home, bathed, and in bed for bedtime. Erin has been in the kitchen for the past half hour cleaning up what little dishes we had and doing some general cleaning.

“Come here, you,” I say as I walk into the kitchen.

“You’re supposed to be resting. Get back on the couch,” she says as she looks up from scrubbing my stove.

“Stop cleaning my kitchen, woman.”

“This thing borders on disgusting. I can’t believe you cook on this.”

“I don’t cook on it. It holds my take-out boxes for me.” I walk up behind her and snake my good arm around to her belly. I pull her gently back against my body, careful not to wrench my left arm. “It’s getting late. Are you staying here with me?”

“I brought a bag just in case. I fed Miss Whiskers before I went to pick you up at the hospital so she’ll be good until the morning.”

“Good. Let’s head back to my room.” I walk over to the backdoor and throw the lock. Erin waits for me in the doorway and flips the light off for the kitchen as I approach her. I take her hand in my good one and steer her back towards my bedroom.

I realize as we step inside my room that this is the first time she’ll actually spend the night at my place. We stopped by here once, but ended up at her place the night before. “So, how about that tour of my bed that I promised you?” I ask with an ornery grin.

“Better not, cowboy. You’re under doctors orders to take it easy. You don’t exactly have an easy bone in your body.”

“Oh, I’m easy, all right.”

Erin walks over to me and starts to unbuckle my belt. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

“No. You’re going to sleep tonight, Jake. I’m not going to be responsible for you re-injuring yourself or causing brain damage.”

Erin removes my belt, and I’m actually kind of glad she’s here to help. I’m not sure how I would undress while using only one arm and unable to throw my shirt up and over my head.

Once my belt is off, Erin helps remove the sling, lifts my shirt to my armpits and gingerly guilds my bad arm out of the sleeve of the t-shirt. I lean forward as she gently pulls the shirt over my head, careful not to hit the staples on the back. It’s actually quite the production. When the shirt’s off, she helps slide my pants down my legs. She looks up at my hard groin and shakes her head.

“Don’t blame me for that. You do that to me. I can’t help it.”

Once she has me down to my boxers, she guides me back towards my bed, pulling the covers down for me. “I’ll go get a glass of water and your pain pill. Be right back.”

A few minutes later, Erin’s back with a full glass of water and my pill. As I take it, I’m treated to the incredible view of Erin undressing. She shucks her pants, socks, sweater, and bra before turning towards my dresser. She opens up a few drawers until she finds my t-shirts. Erin slides one of my old concert shirts over her head, covering up her bare body. My half hard-on becomes a fully fledged hard-on at the magnificent image of Erin sauntering towards my bed while wearing my too-big-for-her-petite-body shirt. It’s seriously an image that wet dreams are made of. And it’s now burned into my memory; something I’ll be able to think about for the rest of my life.

Erin slides into bed with me, laying her head on the crook of my good arm. She feels absolutely amazing snuggled against me. I don’t even care that I’m hard and want to ravish her body right now. The feel of her snuggling against me is enough for me for tonight.

“Good night, Jake.”

“Night, darlin’,” I reply as I run my hand up and down her back and lean forward to kiss the top of her head.