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Titan

I was going to have to beat my dick later.

I thought to myself as I laid on this uncomfortable ass hospital bed, but laying on this little ass bed was easier than lying next to Bailey.

Her luscious body felt good next to me, and she was half naked underneath her hospital gown.

I tried not to think about that last part too much as I laid here like a statue while Bailey wiggled her body against me until she was comfortable.

Not only was the bed making me uncomfortable, but my dick was too because it was painfully hard.

It’s been so long since I had some pussy that I no longer thought about it like I used to, but since meeting Bailey, it was like my erections was making up for lost time.

But my painful erection aside, I didn't regret being here with her.

When I saw the pain on her face moments ago my first instinct was to comfort her.

That’s why my ass was currently laying here enduring my own kind of pain as I cradled Bailey against my side, while she ran her hand against my stomach.

Her touch made my body tingle, and I was trying my best not to groan.

Her head felt heavy on my chest and her breathing was deep and steady.

When I looked down her mouth was open with a little saliva coming from the corner and I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

She was knocked the fuck out, so I know she didn’t realize she was rubbing on me, but I wasn’t complaining, at least one of us was comfortable.

Just when my dick settled down and rested against my thigh Bailey moved again, and the back of her hospital gown opened up.

When I looked down, I saw she was wearing a black lace thong, and my dick bricked up again.

I wanted to bite the fuck out of Bailey’s ass because it looked so juicy.

Her ass was perfection; it was round and sat up just right.

I bit my lip hard as I imagined gripping those juicy ass cheeks and spreading them apart so I can bury my face between them and eat her ass until I was no longer hungry.

The visual in my head was so vivid I could almost taste Bailey on my tongue right now.

I shifted on the bed so I could relieve the pressure my erection was causing as it pressed very hard against my zipper.

I moved again and this time Bailey grumbled angrily and told me to stop.

I started to laugh at how mad she sounded but stopped immediately when she wrapped herself tighter around my body.

This time she threw her injured leg over mine, like she was pinning me in place.

Her brother had wrapped and taped her knee before he left, so I wasn’t worried about getting blood on my suit pants, I was more worried about her knee brushing against my massive erection, which seemed to be growing by the second.

I groaned softly and pressed my head back against the pillow and tried like hell to ignore the effect Bailey was having on me.

I heard the door open, and I almost shouted in excitement when I saw her doctor followed by a nurse pushing a cart with medical supplies on it. Their entrance woke Bailey, and she let out a frustrated noise before she wiped her mouth and sat up.

Someone doesn’t like to be woken up, I thought to myself before I sat up too.

I felt stiff as fuck as I got off the bed and when I stretched, I heard a few bones pop in my neck and back.

The doctor started talking to Bailey like I wasn’t here, so I sat in the chair I was in earlier and let the doctor get to work.

Bailey was discharged from the hospital an hour later; she didn’t need stitches for her knee, but she had a boot on her foot and crutches because she had a hairline fracture.

I had texted Lloyd while the doctor was treating Bailey, so he was waiting in the circle in front of the ER entrance to pick us up when we exited the building.

I didn’t want Bailey walking too much so I ignored her cussing and fussing and put her ass in a wheelchair.

When Lloyd saw us, he got out and opened the back passenger door and waited for me to push Bailey over.

When I got to the door Bailey tried to stand and I put my hand on her shoulder.

“No. I got you.” I stared at her so she could see I wasn’t playing with her ass and when she rolled her eyes and huffed, I smiled.

When I leaned down, I put my arm under her knees and lifted her as I braced my other arm behind her back.

I lifted her effortlessly out of the chair and when I put her in the backseat of my Bentley SUV, I skimmed my hand over her ass on purpose.

When she narrowed her eyes at me because of what I done, I blew her a kiss and winked at her as I reached across her to fasten her seatbelt.

Once I was satisfied, she was buckled in and comfortable I shut her door and walked to my side of the car.

When I got in, she telling Lloyd her address for the GPS and when we pulled off she pulled out her phone and called Anthony to let him know she was discharged.

They chatted for a few more seconds and when she told him she loved him, I felt a little bit of jealousy because she wasn’t saying it to me.

I ran my hand over my face and sighed in hopes that would help get my mind together because what the hell was I thinking?

Now I wanted her to tell me she loved me?

I looked over at her and was surprised she was looking at me.

“What’s on your mind beautiful?”

“You look tense, you ok?” She tilted her head to the side like she was studying me.

“I will be, just thinking thoughts I haven’t thought in a long time.

” That was the truth because I haven’t dated or thought about dating since my divorce, I gave up on that shit.

Now Bailey comes along and suddenly I want everything I’ve been missing out on.

I don’t know how my face looked but whatever she saw made her lean across and hold my hand.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“For staying with me tonight.”

“I plan to stay with you a lot longer than just tonight.” The words were out of my mouth before my brain could stop them and before the silence could get awkward, Lloyd was pulling in front of Bailey’s building.

He threw the car in park and got out at the same time her doorman came out front.

I kissed the back of her hand before I let it go, and she stared at me for a few seconds like she was lost in thought before she turned away from me when her door opened.

“Hey Fred!” Bailey greeted the elderly black man who was standing on the sidewalk next to Lloyd.

“Hey there now Bailey,” he said warmly, but when he saw her hobble from the back seat with crutches, he came closer. “Now what kind of mess you done got yourself into?” He scolded with the gentleness and concern of a loving grandparent.

“Oh this? I had a bad date with some concrete this morning,” Bailey said laughing.

“I told you about wearing those damn needle heels. Those damn thangs ain’t no damn good for walking,” he said, giving her a onceover. When I came to stand next to her I was holding her purse and heels, and the man clucked his tongue.

“Throw those expensive death traps away,” he said to me before turning back to Bailey.

“Fred, don't worry about me; besides, I don’t have any work shoes under three inches, so I guess I’ll be barefooted or wearing sneakers when I go to work.

” Bailey laughed as she tried to balance on her crutches while tightening the knot on the loose pair of scrub pants the hospital gave her.

Fred continued to fuss as he opened the door to the building for us and Bailey just kept assuring him she was fine.

I found it amusing and adorable that her doorman cared so much about her.

He fussed at Bailey until we got to the elevator.

By the time the elevator was on Bailey’s floor, I could tell that she was ready to scream because her pants were not staying up and she couldn’t keep her balance on the crutches.

So, to put her out of her misery, I told her to get on my back again.

Once she was settled on my back, I put her heels in the duffel bag-sized purse she had, put her crutches in the same hand, and went to her door.

Lucky for me she kept her keys in a separate pocket of her purse because I was never going to be brave enough to rummage through whatever women kept in these big ass bags.

When I opened her door, I was immediately impressed. The first thing that caught my attention was the amazing view of the Cincinnati skyline and Ohio river through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Watch your step,” Bailey said before I could fall down the three steps that led to her spacious sunken living room.

Bailey had tall indoor trees in each corner of her living room with thin rope lights draped around them that gave the space a warm glow that helped me see without having to turn on her overhead lights.

I leaned her crutches against the wall and sat her bag down on a small table behind her large olive-green sectional.

I sat down on the long end of the sectional and waited for Bailey to release the choke hold she had around my neck.

I cleared my throat and stretched my neck after she let go because her little ass was strong.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked while I moved to sit next to her.

“No thank you; you’ve been wonderful today. and I apologize about our meeting getting cut short. We can go over whatever you needed to talk about now if you want.” Bailey was so cute when she was apologetic.