Shattered Truths – Lies, Hearts & Truths Read Online Helena Hunting

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Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
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The first time I woke up with morning wood, I thought my leg was going to burst into flames, the pain was so blindingly awful. But it’s better now. Manageable.

“First things first. Brush your teeth, and then we can get you naked to wash the stink off.” She passes me my toothbrush and squirts some paste on it, then does the same for herself.

Once my mouth no longer tastes like a sewer, we tackle clothing removal.

She holds my crutches while I balance on my good leg and remove my shirt, then she passes them back so I don’t have to put all my weight on that leg for long. She tugs my joggers over my hips and kneels to carefully pull them down my legs. I’m not wearing underwear. They’re too much work to get on and off, and they rub on the injury.

She pats my erection, which is pointing straight at her. “I’ll take care of you as soon as you’ve been washed.” She looks up when my pants are around my ankles. “Do you want to sit down so I can get them off, or lift one foot and then the other?”

Sitting down and standing up is its own challenge. I’m already upright, so I might as well manage. “I can lift.”

We tackle the bad leg first, which is the easier of the two. Then I use my crutches to help take my weight for the other leg. Winter applies one of the patches to the wound site, tapes it down, and moves the chair into the shower. Then she helps me into it.

She uses the removable showerhead to wet my hair and lathers it up with shampoo, massaging my scalp.

“This feels damn well fantastic.”

“As long as you’re going to your classes, we can do it every day. Consider it a reward for good behavior.”

I grunt.

“We’re working out a schedule,” she informs me. “Laughlin will take you to your morning class on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and I can cover your Tuesday and Thursday afternoon class. When we’re done here, we’ll bring your schedule next door and make sure you’re covered for physical therapy as well. Your friends want to help, so let them.”

She rinses my hair and washes it a second time before she lathers up a body pouf and starts at my neck, rubbing slow circles on my skin. Suds drip down my chest and arms. She takes her time, going over the same spots more than once, lingering on the places that make me groan, kneading the muscles in my neck and back that are stiff and sore from so much lying around. She’s right. The only way forward is to start moving and stop feeling sorry for myself.

Eventually she comes to stand in front of me, drops to her knees, and starts working her way up my shins. I shift forward in the chair, parting my legs, anticipation building as she gets closer to my straining erection.

And then her soft, warm fingers circle the shaft. She squeezes gently and starts to stroke. I groan and soak her in, naked and gorgeous.

“Tell me if you need more pressure,” she murmurs.

“This is perfect.” I bite my lip. “The only thing that would make it better is if I could kiss you.”

She rises, curves her free hand around the back of my neck, and leans down. I tip my head back, and her lips brush over mine. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “I’ve missed touching you, hearing you groan my name. I’ve missed us.”

“Me too. Thanks for forcing me to get my head out of my ass.” I cup the back of her neck, parting my lips to invite her in.

Our tongues tangle as she continues to stroke me, steady and even, thumb sweeping over the piercing, circling it before she drags back down. I get lost in the sensation, in the feel of her tongue sliding against mine, in her soft, needy sounds. The orgasm hits me hard, tension causing a deep ache in my thigh, but the pleasure overshadows the discomfort.

She pulls back, a smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “Feel better?”

“So much better.” I trace the contour of her lip with my thumb. “I want to take care of you now, though.”

“You don’t need to do that. I can take care of myself later.”

“I’m sure you can, and at some point, I’d be more than happy to watch you, but I haven’t made you come in two weeks.” The last time was the day I had the accident. And it was the best sex of my entire life.

Her brow arches. “You’d be happy to watch, huh?”

She steps out of reach, then sits on the shower floor and parts her thighs.

“Come on, Snowflake. I want to help.”

“I’m sure you do.” She drags her fingers down her throat and circles a nipple. After giving her breast a rough squeeze, she smirks. “But that’s a reward you’ll have to earn.”


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