Free Uncaged Love Volume 5 by J. J. Knight Page B

feel of him touching me sends me spiraling up with need.
    He pulls my body over his, but I’m afraid of the bandages, the wounds, so I hold myself above him. His hands run over my thighs. “You’re so strong,” he says.
    His fingers go between us again. I’m high over him, holding on to the headboard. My breasts fall against his face, and he mouths one, sucking at the nipple. I’m feeling completely lost, moving over him as he works his fingers inside me.
    His hand withdraws, and he pushes down on my hips. I hang on to his shoulders now, making sure I don’t put pressure on his belly as I settle down on him. I feel splintered by him as he enters my body, like it’s the first time all over again. But there is no pain in it, and we’ve barely even started when I’m feeling everything erupt.
    I’ve wanted this, needed this, not let myself think of it as Colt healed. He starts thrusting, but I don’t let him, pinning him with my thighs, keeping him still as I work over him. The orgasm begins in a wave, blasting through me. I cry out, emotional and raw, relieved and thankful. Colt holds on to my hips, and I can feel his release into me, warm and wet.
    He shudders beneath me, his breathing ragged.
    I smooth the hair off his forehead. His eyes are closed, and I’m panicked that we’ve done too much, that he’s in pain. That we’ve ripped open the sutures, that he’s bleeding internally. I picture calling the ambulance, another surgery, another setback.
    “Hey, hey,” he says, gripping my arms. “I’m okay, Jo. I’m all right.”
    God, he knows me. I suck in a breath and stare into his eyes. It’s too dark to see what mix of brown and green he has tonight.
    “Come here,” he says and shifts my knee so I will lie beside him.
    I curl up next to him. “I’m not a very good nurse,” I say.
    “How is that?”
    “I never even got your sponge bath ready.”
    His chuckle rumbles through my head where it rests on his chest. “You’re the only nurse I ever want tending to me.”
    The quiet settles over us. The house has unfamiliar noises. A tree brushing against the roof. A ticking clock somewhere down the hall. But I remember what I knew was true before. Home is where Colt is.
    So, I’m home.

Chapter Seventeen  

    Over the next week, Colt improves faster than anyone expected. He graduates to the next level of abdominal workouts, and a doctor approves the removal of the bulky bandages.
    Seeing his belly the first time, uncovered, is such a shock I want to faint. An enormous suture crosses his skin, still yellow on the edges and fiery red beneath the radiating lines of the stitches.
    My heart bangs against my throat and ears as the team doctor examines the wound. “We can reduce this to just some friction protection,” he says. “It’s looking great.”
    I try to keep my voice even. “You’ll intimidate your opponents with your scars,” I say.
    Colt laughs, and the ripple of the wound sends another wave of light-headedness through me.
    We have the day off from workouts. The Cure and Eve have flown back to LA to attend to business, and having this house to ourselves, with my mother helping, is a relief.
    The doctor tapes a narrow strip of gauze across Colt’s belly. “You’re good to go,” he says. “I’m not sure I’d get in the ocean water if you head to the beach, not just yet. But showering is fine.”
    We’ve planned for an afternoon in one of Oahu’s public parks. My mother has suggested I meet a few people.
    I shoulder a basket of food she has packed. Zandalee, the florist, is a friend of the family, so she picks us up in her pink and green hearse. Without a stretcher in the back, she has lifted a second row of seats. Colt and I scoot back there, the basket between us.
    “Much better to be sitting up in a hearse than lying down,” he says.
    My mother settles in the front next to Zandalee. She’s wearing a flowing cotton dress and an enormous straw hat.
    It’s the first time I’ve gone