**Please be sure to have read chapter 1 before embarking on this one. It will make much better sense**
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She woke with a start sometime later. Momentarily disoriented, she blinked and tried to remember what had happened. Her hip hurt like hell...and she was naked in a strange place...not a good combination, she thought to herself. As the prior events of the day slowly came back to her, she smiled to herself and snuggled back into the arms of the handsome man sleeping beside her. She knew she would have to sort out her behavior later...but right now, she just wanted to enjoy this. It's not like it was going to become a habit. As she moved, she felt a shot of pain coming from her "lady-parts." She smiled as she began to enjoy the soreness there. She had been used well. It had been far too long, and Mike had known exactly what she needed.
He groaned in his sleep and wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. Shelly thought she might melt right there. His arms around her...being in his bed, post coital, she grinned from ear to ear and began trailing her fingers up and down his arm. He mumbled something in his sleep and moved against her. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass and thought back to how blissful he had made her feel. Her body started 'reacting' as she was running it through her mind, and eventually, it was impossible for her to lay still anymore. She stretched and began slowly pressing against him. He groaned again as he moved his growing erection against her backside. His hand began caressing her large breasts as she slowly arched herself into his touch. "Careful, girl..." his voice was groggy and deep. "I don't know if you have had enough rest yet."
Shelly smiled and whispered "Mr. Harding...the question is...have you?"
He smiled, opening his eyes as she rolled onto her back to look at him. His hand ran up and down her front...touching her everywhere. She began panting and begging him with her eyes for more. He growled and leaned over her, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth...claiming it...owning it. "Is that a challenge?"
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders...willing to take anything he would give her. Mike's hands started to caress down her sides as he shifted his weight on top of her. When one reached her bruised hip, she couldn't help but wince and make a slight squeal from the sudden jolt of pain.
"What is it?" Mike froze and stared into her eyes...concerned.
"It's ok...it's just my hip is sore. It's fine." She tried to pull his mouth back down to hers, but he climbed off of her and threw the covers back. He flipped on his bedside lamp and looked down at her body.
"Jesus, Shelly..." His voice cracked as he stared at her.
"It's ok...it's not that bad."
"Not that bad? Have you even seen this?" He hissed. Mike stalked to his closet and grabbed a robe.
She glanced down and sighed with disappointment as he covered his beautiful body with the terrycloth.
"It's no big deal...it's just a bruise."
Without a word, he scooped her out of bed and carried her in a cradle hold into his bathroom. His mouth was a grim line as he remained silent while he gently placed her on her feet in the enormous shower stall. "Mike...I'm fine..." Shelly tried to reason with him, but he ignored her as he turned the water on. She was a bit relieved when he untied the robe and stepped inside with her. "Please...it's ok...its no big deal."
He still didn't answer her. "Lean on me." It was an order more than a request, as he snaked an arm around her waist and held her firmly against him. She had to admit, it was nice to get her weight off that hip.
"Don't be mad." She was trying to ease the worry off his face...trying to get him to say something. He adjusted the temperature and closed the shower door. Just as she was opening her mouth to try again, the shower spray came on and she was instantly drenched. It was coming from a huge overhead showerhead as well as two jets softly shooting out from the sides hitting her perfectly in the back and front. She was taken aback at how good it felt, feeling like she was getting a mini-massage.
He let her stand for a while and adjust to the temperature. She could feel the tension slowly easing from his body. She rested her cheek against his chest, deeming it best to let him work it out himself.
He held her for a good three minutes before he finally spoke. "You're hurt." He seemed pensive...there was something off about his tone and she began to argue but he cut her off. "Don't tell me you're not. You have a deep purple bone bruise the size of a god damn watermelon on your hip..." 'How the fuck did I miss that?' he silently berated himself.
Something told her not to argue with him anymore. She reached her hands up as she looked in his eyes.
Her fingers found the bump on his head. "So are you."
"I'm fine." He grabbed her hands from behind his head and brought them to his mouth...holding them there as he thought. Even though he couldn't deny the dull headache that had been threatening to take him over all afternoon...he was much more concerned about her. "I think a trip to the hospital for you is in our future."
Shelly looked down at her hip. She even gasped slightly when she saw how much the bruise had grown over the past couple hours...and was taken aback by how angry it looked. Dark purple and grey splotches dotted her whole side surrounding one big dark, dark bruise. Still, she was not going to let this stop her from enjoying every second she had with her mysterious, sex-god, hero. "Mike...no!" She yanked her hands out of his. "I don't need to go to the hospital for goodness sakes. It's a bruise! I will live." She was a little scared of how her hip looked...but still didn't think a trip to the ER was necessary.
The water dripped from his nose and chin as he stared her down. "I've seen bruises before, Michelle. This could be something more than that."
She tried to take a step back and ended up stumbling from the pain that shot from her hip to her toes. Mike caught her before she collapsed. He held her while she regained her balance, and even then, only loosened his grip a little.
She lifted her face to him and made note of the stern expression on his face. Suddenly she knew she wasn't going to win this battle. "Ok..." She sighed. "How about...if it still hurts as much in a couple hours we go?" He began to speak, and she brazenly interrupted him. "I don't have medical yet, and don't want to be buried under a hospital bill if it's not absolutely necessary!" She batted her eyes at him when his jaw clamped shut. "Please..." Her nails ran up and down the sculpted sides of his core. "Please Mike..." She pressed herself against him and began kissing a line across his chest...staring up at him, trying to use her big eyes to her advantage. She licked the water from his strong pecs as his fingers gathered in her hair.
