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

sat down to wait, and a few minutes later,

arm bothering you?" Drew questioned, sitting beside me and brushing his

1 wanted to 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

a 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 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

much we

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

"Brat, if

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

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

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. 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

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 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 and neck. I