Gray honestly didn't know how he could share a bed with her. She was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He loved Beth, but she was in the Marines. She was tall and built strong and sexy. His house guest was delicate and curvy sexy. She was average height for a woman. He had been with shorter girls, but she felt petite in his arms.

Gray thought about escaping to see how things were upstairs, but didn't want them asking questions. He had invited dates over before and they always stayed away. Monty told Sofia there was no point in getting attached because whoever she was wouldn't stick around. He had a strange urge to have Katherine stay longer than usual. How could he feel so strongly after one day? They had kissed, but she didn't even remember it.

Instead, he brought her the frozen peas and sat so her feet were on his lap. For a girl who had been beaten, her spirits were high. Getting over her fever helped. He yawned. It had been a long day, and he had only had cat naps the night before. As the hours went on his concerns about internal injuries evaporated. A concussion was possible, so maybe watching the TV wasn't the best idea.

"How's your head?"

"You just asked me that. What are you, a nervous Nellie?" She poked him in the side with her foot.

He leaned over her body and tickled her side. She giggled, as he pulled her down the sofa onto his lap. The peas fell onto the floor, and she giggled and squirmed making him uncomfortable in his shorts.

"Truce. Truce." Her laugh wasn't helping.

"Fine. Concussions can show up later. How's your vision?"

"Half as good."

"Right. Is it hard to use only one eye?"

"It's tiring. Truthfully, I'm tired." She kissed his cheek. "Is it okay if I go to bed?"

"I'll check on you soon. But your head is okay?" He almost added a wink, but it was a serious concern.

"Yes. It hasn't changed in two seconds, Dad."

He smiled. "I deserve that." Even though he only had six and a half years on her.

Gray had dated younger women and ones who were older but acted immature. K, Katherine was a mouthful, had an old soul. Even though he could easily see her tearing up the floor at a club in her sexy dress, she looked like she would be comfortable sitting with older people listening to their stories, like she had listened to him. He never shared his story, but being with her felt different.

He hadn't mentioned Beth. His greatest sorrow he kept to himself. It took him years to share with Monty. He remembered the night in the small village in southern France. They ran as he bared his soul. His friend understood heartbreak. Gray had no delusions that Monty kept the secret from his wife. The difference was Sofia would never let on if she knew about his first love. First love. His mind was playing tricks on him. He had determined long ago Beth would be his only love.

Gray waited until K was asleep before climbing in bed. She made little sputters with her breathing, but they weren't snores. He snored; Monty teased him, but women never complained. Maybe because his gifts in the bedroom made up for it. Don't go there, man. He gave his dick a lecture about no cave diving. Even if she climbed on and rubbed her gorgeous ass all over him, the pecker wasn't going in. He would explore his reasons in the light of day.

The last time he didn't have sex with a woman within a day of meeting her, he was in the desert. With all the guys around, why did she pick the tank of a guy from New Jersey. He was a linebacker when there was a guy from California who was a quarterback. K might pick him because he was here or had rescued her, but never because she fell for the Jewish recovering alcoholic with a job he couldn't share the truth about. The bigger problem was that he cared when he never had before.

He lay on top of the sheet. His queen size bed had never felt smaller, although she was curled up on her left, uninjured side. She faced the middle of the bed. So he laid on his left side too, even though he preferred his right. Thankfully, he was tired.

He woke to thrashing on the other side of the bed. He turned to wake her. She punched him in the chest. At least she was fighting back. "Wake up. You're safe." He gathered her in his arms. "I have you. You're safe."

She woke slowly with a groan he felt in his groin. "I had a bad dream."

"After what that piece of shit did, I'd be shocked if you didn't have bad dreams."

She burrowed into his chest, and he drifted back to sleep with the rhythm of her breathing. The light shined in and he was afraid to open his eyes. He had dreamed of K laughing with Sofia. Unbelievably, it wasn't even an erotic dream, even with their bodies entwined. His erection was happily sitting on her leg. He felt naked even though he wore clothes. Sports shorts had room for his full erection.

Gray needed to slip out of bed. As he slid away, she held on. "Don't go."

Instead of rolling on top of her and letting nature take over, he asked, "How do you feel?"

"Do you really want to know?"

His voice was soft. "Yes, I care."

"I can see a sliver through my right eye. My head feels fine and down there is feeling sensations other than pain."

He groaned. "You're killing me."

"Why? We're both adults. Obviously attracted to each other." Her warm hand touched him. It was against her bent leg and when her fingers softly brushed its length, it hardened more.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I don't want to hurt you." He thought of her injuries, but deep down he feared he might get hurt. Two days before he would have said he had a better chance of an alien appearing than feeling more than lust for a woman.

"You are a big guy, but you won't hurt me."

"I meant your injuries."

She did the one thing he feared. She untangled herself and climbed on top of him. Through his thin shorts, he felt her heat. Then she lowered her lips to his. Gingerly, she kissed him and he felt his chest expand. Even after sleeping all night, she tasted like honey. His tongue disobediently licked at her lips and she opened up for him. When she didn't wince from pain, he kept kissing her, careful to keep his hand off the right side of her face. Her braless breasts skimmed across his chest under her tee shirt, and he busied his hand by capturing one. His hand could and had held more, but it felt perfect. He wanted to please her and turned so she was on her back and his big body beside her.

His hand reached up her shirt and skimmed along her injured area. "Are you sure you want this?

"Yes. Yes. Please Gray. Please."

At the sound of his name, he nearly lost it. His palm found her naked breasts and played with them until her breathing became quick gasps. "You're so beautiful."

Her hand found him again and encircled his erection. He reciprocated by reaching under her shorts. The woman was wet and hot. His finger danced over her silken flesh as she arched her back to offer him more of her. He wanted to replace his finger with his tongue but she came too quickly. He watched with delight as the waves of pleasure rolled over her.

She opened her eyes, one just a crack, and smiled. "Tell me you have a condom."

He doubted the sensual woman wouldn't be on birth control, but he liked safe sex. "A gross. Will that be enough?"

She laughed. "We're only human."

He reached into his bedside drawer and hoped the value pack would be enough. She took the foil package from him, and he shed his shorts in one motion. He almost squirted when she leaned over and brushed her lips against his tip in a quick kiss before gently rolling it on.

"I don't want to hurt you." She smiled wickedly. "I mean your injuries. Climb on."

"I like a man who tells me what he wants."

"I like a woman who does the ahhh." She slid right on to him. She felt so tight and full. He felt extreme pleasure before she rocked her hips. There was no way he could last long even with her shirt covering her breasts. He reached between them to help make up for his inability to have restraint. The moment she leaned back on her heels taking him even deeper, he came with a force he hadn't felt in a long time, if ever. He kept going wave after wave as he filled the latex.

Gray had been so wrapped up in his own orgasm he missed hers until she was flat against him panting. "That was the best. Better than... anyone I've ever. The best."

He laughed. "Did you like it?"

She smiled and looked into his eyes. "Yes."

He knew she would look more beautiful when she healed, but in his eyes she already was. As he looked at her, he saw the swelling around her eye had gone down some which allowed it to open slightly.

"Thank you for saving me and for sharing your body with me."

His eyes danced. "Are you ever shy?"

"No. Not really. I'm the youngest girl. I thrived on attention growing up."

He imagined her adorable as a small child. Ana looked like a combination of Monty and Sofia. Gray stopped himself from imagining a little girl who looked like K, but with his hair color or eyes. His thought launched him off the bed to discard the condom.

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