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.

the sectional. I sat down to wait, and

your ribs or arm bothering you?”

you rechecked my ribs to see how they were healing. I have felt terrific the last few days. I

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 washed his hands; coming back out, he told me to lift my shirt and lay down. I did as he asked; Jake sat beside me, rearranging the pillows so

more intimate.”

we look forward to making things

don’t have to sound so formal. You can

“Brat, if

had any idea of half of what we have all

clench. It’s a good thing my leg wasn’t broken because Drew would be able to tell immediately how turned on 1 was. Sitting beside me, Drew

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. Once he had finished

he ran his hands over

moved closer, running