Broken Dreams Stories

Chapter 51

Jake must have read my mind when he saw my smile because he groaned, pulling me closer to him. “Anything you want but , sweetheart; none of us want to hurt you accidentally.” I sighed, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“I feel so much better, though; my ribs hardly bother me.” I slid my arms around his waist, resting my top of the head.

head against his chest. Jake pressed a kiss to the

“Believe me, sweetheart, I want nothing more than to be deep inside you. But if one of us accidentally hurt you, we would never forgive ourselves.” I nodded my head in understanding; Jake was rubbing my back soothingly, allowing his hands to dip down across my butt several times. I groaned as fake gave my butt another squeeze. He stepped back, taking my hand and turning back toward the house. “Let’s talk to Drew; he might be willing to recheck them and at least give you an idea of how they are healing.”

“Yes, let’s go find Drew,” I said with a big smile, tugging his hand so he would speed up. Laughing, Jake allowed me to hurry him up the path back to the house. Once inside, the main floor was quiet, so I had a feeling that the rest of the guys were still downstairs, probably wrapped up in a game.

“Stay up here; T

I will con living room.

me toward the sectional. I sat down to wait, and a few minutes later, Jake and Drew

are you feeling ok? Are your ribs or arm bothering you?” Drew questioned, sitting

how they were healing. I have felt terrific the last few days. I only have trouble first thing in the

the bedroom, I sat on the bed; Drew ducked into the bathroom and quickly washed his hands; coming back out, he told me to lift my shirt and lay down. I did as he asked; Jake sat beside

more intimate.”

baby, I know how much we look

Dr. Drew, you don’t have to sound

“Brat, if

any idea of half of what we have all imagined doing to

made my core clench. It’s a good thing my leg wasn’t broken because Drew would be able to tell immediately how turned on 1

that if anything hurts you, tell me,” I promised I would, and he started gently running his hands over my stomach, carefully checking the fading bruises. He moved to my ribs, pressing a little harder as he moved his fingers back and forth.

chuckled. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this, angel,” he said as he ran his hands over my back. He was gentle when he checked the bruises and didn’t say anything when he came across some old scars where my dad had hit me with the metal belt buckle. His hands stopped when he went to the top of my shorts,

as Jake moved