Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
She looked at me passively, not even rising to the bait, and walked over slowly.
Taking my arm in her hand, she slowly started to lift until it was parallel with my shoulders, then went even further.
My muscles tensed. Adrenaline started shooting through my veins, and my breathing and heart rate sped up.
“You’re already two inches past where you could go last time,” she said slowly, lowering my hand down until it lay limply at my side.
I was trembling.
My hands were shaking, and I was sweating so bad I knew I’d need to go home and change before my, so called, date with Molly later this afternoon.
Molly and I were complicated.
Molly didn’t want to be with a firefighter, but she wanted me, in the meantime, until she could find someone else.
I’d resisted temptation for a very long time.
I’d met her when she was sixteen, but even back then, she’d been fucking beautiful.
Out of respect for Cleo, a fellow member of The Dixie Wardens, I’d stayed away from her, even though every cell in my body called to her.
For four years I’d been dying to have her…and then the woman currently standing in front of me happened, and all of a sudden Molly didn’t even register as a blip on my radar.
I’d agreed to have dinner with Molly only because she was worried about Cleo, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.
Cleo seemed fine to me. More than fine, in fact.
He had a new woman. One who’d agreed to become his old lady a few days before.
If I was being honest, that was what was bothering Molly.
She was no longer Cleo’s pride and joy, and in her place was a woman Cleo couldn’t live without.
There was one major thing that Tru made me realize that night, three months ago, and that was that Molly was incredibly selfish.
She needed attention.
When she wasn’t the center of everyone’s universe, she tended to insinuate herself there whether you wanted her to or not.
“I knew you could do it, big man. I’m going to go get you some ice, and then we’ll talk about some of the things I’ll discuss with the occupational therapist you saw last week. Sound good?” Tru asked, startling me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” I rumbled, while raising my hand and running my fingers over my brow.
She left, and I watched her ass sway in her scrubs.
Her hair, at some point, had gone from flowing down her back, to up in a bun at the top of her head, and I found it adorable.
There were a lot of things I found adorable about her, in fact.
She was incredibly different from Molly.
Molly was dark, where Tru was light.
Molly had ash black hair while Tru had sunny blonde.
Tru’s complexion told of minimal, if any makeup, while I’d never seen Molly with anything less than the whole shebang.
Molly had a smoking hot, toned body, while Tru had full, rounded hips, and legs that begged to have them thrown over my shoulders while I fucked…
“Here you go,” Tru said, thrusting the ice into my lap, and taking care of the problem that had popped up while I thought about how her legs would look pinned to her chest while I fuck…
“Hey,” Tru said. “Are you okay?”
I blinked, looking down at the ice covering my hard dick, and grimaced.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “Tired.”
She nodded and looked at me warily. “Okay, well you did a good job today. I just wanted to be honest with you. I don’t want you to hold back, because I’m sure getting back to work is very important to you. If you just keep giving me a hundred and ten percent, I’m sure you’ll be back in three or four months.”
I grimaced.
Getting back to work wasn’t the only thing I was missing right now.
I couldn’t ride my bike because I couldn’t hold my hand up. I couldn’t work on cars because I couldn’t hold a fuckin’ wrench. I couldn’t weed eat my lawn. I couldn’t even cut my own meat.
The last time I’d been out to eat, I’d had to ask them to cut it up for me, catching so much shit from the guys at the station, as well as the Dixie Wardens, that I’d vowed not to eat around them again until I was able to hold a knife and fork.
“I know. I’m a pain in the ass when it comes to being a patient. I’ll try harder,” I replied as I was finally able to lift the ice off my cock and put it on my shoulder.
Tru was right about one thing, for certain.
I needed to get better.
I was a firefighter and paramedic with the Benton Fire Department, which meant I couldn’t do a damn thing until my shoulder was, at least, up to eighty percent.
Company regulations ensured that.
“It’s okay, big guy. I’ll walk you out. It’s closing time for me. I’ve got a hot date later,” she said, patting me on the shoulder, and then turning to grab a backpack off the desk at the back of the room.
“Date?” I asked, unsure as why I was all of a sudden pissed off.
Fuck, but technically I had my own date.
Why was it a big deal if she had a date?
“Yep. It’s one I’ve been looking forward to for a week now,” she smiled widely and started walking.
I caught up to her, walking with her as she waved to the lady at the front desk, the one that was always scared of me, and walked out the front door into the late afternoon sun.
“Huh,” I said as I walked. “I have a date, too. One I’m probably late for, but oh well.”
She looked up at me and smiled tightly. “Well, I’ll see you next Monday at the same time. Remember to keep up with your physical therapy, too,” she said quickly before going to the same little truck she’d spun the tires on in the parking lot of Halligans and Handcuffs in her haste to get away from me.
She looked cute driving the little Ford Ranger.