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.

Drew,” Jake said, turning me toward the sectional. I sat down to wait, and a

your ribs or arm bothering you?” Drew questioned, sitting beside me and brushing his

if you rechecked my ribs to see how they were

look, but I’m not promising anything. None of us want to hurt you.” Taking my hand in his, he helped me get up from the couch and led me upstairs with Josh behind us. Once in the bedroom, I sat on the bed; Drew ducked into the bathroom and quickly

more intimate.”

baby, I know how much we look

Drew, you don’t have to sound

“Brat, if

idea of half of what we have all imagined

thing my leg wasn’t broken because Drew would be able to tell

moved to my ribs, pressing a little harder as he moved his fingers back and forth. Once he had finished with one side, Jake helped me slide over so Drew could check my other side. He went through the same process, checking the bruises

my stomach so he could see the bruises on my back. I rolled over, folding my arms and resting my head on them. Drew moved my shirt further up my back, unhooking my bra and moving it out of the way. I sighed happily as he ran his hands up and down my back. Drew 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

as Jake moved closer, running his fingers through