Shattered Girl (Emmy)

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

will con

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

Are your ribs or arm bothering you?" Drew

talk to you about that. Jake and I were talking, and I thought it might be a good idea if you rechecked my ribs to see how they were healing. I have felt terrific the last few days. I only have trouble first thing in the morning when I wake up. It's more being

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

we look forward to making

Dr. Drew, you don't have to sound so formal.

"Brat, if

of half of what we

to do with me 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 was. Sitting beside me,

moved his fingers back and forth. Once he

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, then moved back up, increasing the pressure when he got to my shoulders