“You should see the old man,” said Patrick to Ginny. He’s got an apartment from heaven for an old wolf. Plus he almost drooled on Sam when he came out.”
“Drooling? Maybe he’s just lost too many teeth,” said Ginny.
“No, this was devotion. You’ll see,” he said. He was cuddled around Ginny. She was wrapped up in blankets and was doing her best to go to sleep for a bit. It had been a long and painful night.
*
It was nearly noon when the phone rang. Luc picked it up on the third ring. “Hello, Alpha Wolf Tech, how can I help you?” he said. Having Ginny and Angie gone was driving him nuts. He and Kevin took turns answering. “Oh! Hi Patrick, how’s the trip going? Good. We’re a little busy, but doing okay. Yes, it is. Oh, you heard about George? Well, don’t tell Ginny. Oh good. What?!” exclaimed Luc as Patrick proceeded to tell Luc what had happened. Ten minutes later, Luc hung up the phone with a smile playing across his face.
“Meg!” he called out. “You aren’t going to believe this!” he shouted as he headed down the hall to tell her what Patrick had told him. That one call had made his day.
***
Angie woke up on the love seat. She had been reading a book trying to relax. The light was still on and her book was on the floor. She wasn’t sure why she had woken up so suddenly. Then she realized why. The wolf wasn’t snoring. She looked over to where his pallet was and realized that George had shifted. Angie felt the blush rise in her cheeks at the same time she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Muscular and tanned from the waist up. “Farmer’s tan,” she thought. The bandage hung loosely against his ribs. Her eyes trailed down his body. “Oh my. Very nice,” she thought as she looked at his cock. She was smiling as her eyes went back to his face just in time to see him blink as he woke up.
“Oh!” she gasped as she blushed a deep red. “I… um… I” she stuttered.
“It’s okay Angie,” said George sleepily. He reached for the blankets and found a corner to pull over his lap. As he did so, he brushed the bandage off of his wound and winced.
“Here, let me help you,” she said as she moved off the love seat to help him.
George took her hand in his and held it to his chest. She turned to face him and was almost nose to nose with him. Angie stopped. “I’m okay Angie. Just stiff. If it bothers you that I’m nude, I’ll cover up more. It doesn’t bother me,” he said quietly. He didn’t move off of the blankets.
Angie blinked, then swallowed trying to find the words spinning through her brain. “Okay,” she said at last.
“Sit down next to me and tell me all that’s happened. How long have I been out and who started to make those repairs?” he asked pointing to the ceiling. Angie snuggled in close to him as he moved to sit up. George wrapped his left arm around her.
“Well, once you fell, I called Luc who called Jeff. Luc and Meg arrived just before Jeff and his wife Martha. Jeff fixed you up. A big nail drove in under your ribs and tore muscles and your diaphragm. Jeff did sort of field surgery on you to fix you up and he gave you a shot that knocked you out for most of the day,” she said ticking things off on her fingers. “It’s been about twenty-eight hours since you fell through the floor. It’s about 5am right now. Cal and Peter came over and put a chunk of plywood over the hole until they can fix it. I’ve been cuddled up to you most of the time unless I’ve gotten something to eat. And, I was trying to read my book and must have fallen asleep on the love seat,” she finally finished.
“I can tell you were snuggled up to me,” he said. “I can smell you on the blankets.”
“Well, at first if I tried to leave, even to go to the bathroom you whined,” Angie said.
“I hurt, and wanted someone near me. Someone I like and trust,” said George softly. With that, he slowly wrapped his right arm around Angie and pulled her close. Angie looked up at George. “I’d hoped that we might have a lovely evening and end up sort of like this if all went well,” he said. “I didn’t expect to end up naked in your basement because I fell through the floor.”
Angie smiled. She had wrapped her arms around George’s chest as best she could. “I agree. It wasn’t the most romantic way to get a man naked and in my embrace,” she said.
That made George laugh. He stopped after a second and put his hand to the injury on his right side. “Oh, laughing hurts,” he gasped. “Damn.”
Angie pulled out of his embrace to check his injury. Jeff had put several stitches in to close the wound. With the bandage off, she could see them. “Hold still,” she said.
George did his best to hold still while she clambered over his lap to look at his side. He tried to look at it. He stopped quickly as it hurt to twist.
“You’re okay. All the stitches are still in place. He was afraid that when you shifted that they would be too loose. I’m suppose to call him too,” she said and started to stand up.
“Wait Angie. I want to get off of this floor. Is there a bed or couch big enough for me to lay on down here?” he asked pointing to the general area of the basement.
“Not really. I don’t think he wanted you going up the stairs until he checked you out,” she said. “Why don’t you sit down on the love seat and I’ll go call him.”
“Okay, I will. And a bathroom?” he asked.