Lord Have Mercy (The Southern Gentleman #2)(55)

But goddamn, was I horny.

Then, as if in a dream, she walked over in her prim as fuck skirt that came down past her knees, dropped down on said knees, and then started to pull my sweatpants down.

My cock, which had been hard for the longest time now, started to stiffen further.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” I said. “But fuck.”

Eloquent I was not.

She finally got the waistband of my pants down enough for my cock to pop free, and for once my legs no longer hurt.

For the first time in a month I could think about something else but the ache and pain of the appendages that were fairly useless for now.

“I’m not sure I should be doing this, but you have been rather grumpy lately,” she teased.

The doctor had said that there should be no sexual intercourse of any kind—and he’d made sure to list the ‘kinds’—until I was healed enough from surgery that I wouldn’t risk popping a suture or rebreaking anything.

But I was fairly sure I was beyond that point at this many weeks post-op.

I’d spent over a month in the hospital, and I was just released from the rehab floor. I still had physical and occupational therapy, but now they were coming to the house to work with me.

Needless to say, I was bored out of my goddamn mind. My dick was constantly hard because Camryn was a really good listener when it came to my safety on the line. Oh, and let’s not mention I hadn’t been able to hold Camryn in my arms because she was scared to death that she’d accidentally roll over into me in the night and hurt me.

I missed my woman.

“Say it again,” I ordered.

Ask me to marry you.

She rolled her eyes and then dropped her mouth until she could reach the tip of my cock—which was already dripping with pre-cum. The dot of liquid smeared over her lips, and swear to God, had I not jacked off earlier that morning in the shower, I would’ve come right then just by the look of it alone.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned. “Sweet baby Jesus, that’s hot.”

Her mouth quirked. “What’s so hot about it?”

Seconds later she licked her lips clean, leaving me swallowing hard at the sheen.

“Goddamn,” I said, belly clenching.

My ribs protested, though not nearly as hard as they would have just a few days ago.

I was taking it day by day, hour by hour. Each day I woke up and things weren’t as bad as they were the day before, and I had nobody to thank but the woman at my side—well, currently between my thighs—for that.

“Will you marry me?” she repeated.

I swallowed hard, looking down into her eyes that had the power to make my entire fucking being jolt with awareness.

“Ask me again when I can walk,” I repeated my standard answer.

Each day I fucked up. Each day I felt like I was a burden.

But each day, when I woke up to her sleeping on the floor because she couldn’t bear to be that far away from me despite me practically begging her to get into bed with me, I knew that she was mine.

The day that I could walk to her and get down on my knee to propose to her in turn, I’d say yes to her little proposal.

She laughed and swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock.

“One of these days I’m going to stop asking,” she teased.

She wouldn’t.

“You won’t,” I told her honestly. “We both know that.”

She shrugged, then sucked hard on just the tip, causing my balls to rise as my traitorous body started to ready itself to come despite my want for this particular blowjob to last all day.

Alas, Camryn’s single-minded focus, paired with her mouth on my cock for the first time in weeks, was the end for me.

Not to mention she was so goddamn good with that mouth.

“Aw, fuck,” I cried, my hands clenching.

My fucking ribs protested as well, and suddenly I was coming. So hard that it literally took my breath away.

And I couldn’t even blame it on the pain.

It was all Camryn and what she did to me.

“Jesus Christ,” I said, head back on the couch, breath heaving my chest.

My eyes were directed at the ceiling, and I couldn’t even scrounge up the energy to look down at Camryn as she lazily sucked on my cock, cleaning my release from my shaft.

She laughed and I felt her push up off her knees.

I looked at her, thankful that I didn’t have to move my head to do so.

“I think you broke me,” I admitted.

Really, I was having trouble getting my arms to move.

I needed to tuck myself back inside my sweatpants, but the idea of lifting my arm to do any of that sounded exhausting.

Luckily, realizing my predicament, she did it for me, carefully tucking me back inside, while also patting it lightly when she realized that it wasn’t going to fit in there very nicely just now.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

Her head tilted. “For the blowjob, or for tucking you back in?”

I reached for her, and she came willingly.

Her mouth hovered inches over mine as she leaned both fists into the couch beside my head.

“For loving me.”

Her face softened. “I do.”

I tucked a stray lock of hair over her ear.

“Come here.”

She did, pressing her lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss that would’ve brought me to my knees had I not been sitting.