Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“McKayla…”
Since he sounds in pain, I cut down my wit to twenty percent. “I won’t tell anyone… except my pussy. But she weighs more than me and never leaves my room, so she won’t tell anyone.” When Cash takes a moment to deliberate, I realize what I said. “My cat, she is a Maine Coon who thinks diets are for nancies…” I pause to take a breath before getting to the point. “Anyway, I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
My mouth gapes when he murmurs, “Swear on your undergraduate grades.”
“I’m not—”
“Swear, McKayla.”
With a huff, I mutter, “I swear.”
When a prolonged length of silence lingers between us, I pull Eden’s phone down from my ear, returning it with only a second to spare. “Can you take me to the ER? I’m reasonably sure I broke my dick.”
“You broke it?”
“Yeah… I think…” Cash groans like the image in person is far worse than how he describes it. “I don’t think your dick is supposed to look like an oversized eggplant when its soft.”
“I don’t think your dick is meant to resemble an eggplant ever.” When my reply gains me Eden’s attention, I lower my voice, then say, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Taking Cash’s second groan as confirmation of our engagement, I disconnect our call, toss Eden’s phone onto her bed, then change out of my pajamas.
“Who was that?” Eden asks, her voice nowhere near as miffed as it usually is.
“Ah…” I toss on a pair of linen pants and a loose shirt before replying, “Chris from agricultural studies. One of the bulls is having issues with his…” I wave my hand at my crotch like I have a monster dick behind the seam of my pants.
“Oh.” She appears disappointed. “You were talking about a bull?”
“Yeah.” Aware how important the next two tests are for Cash, I snatch up my backpack just in case his visit to the ER runs into overtime and we miss our study session. “It isn’t like a human would have an eggplant for a cock.” When it dawns on me that I’m waiting for her to confirm my assumption, I shake my head to rid it of an image it has no right to consider before heading for the door. “Sorry for waking you.”
I wonder how badly the axis of the world is when Eden replies, “It’s fine.”
Cash is waiting for me on the footpath outside of his frat house when I pull up in front. Although, for how low his hoodie sits on his head and the harsh bend of his back, it takes me a couple of seconds to realize who’s approaching me.
“Did anyone see you?” he asks from his station outside of my car.
I scan the area before shaking my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Good.” His climb into the passenger seat of my car is slow, and each movement is made with precise accuracy. “Let’s go.”
With Cash in obvious pain and the waiting room empty, he’s taken straight into a bay at the local hospital. I assume I’ll be shown the way out before anything ‘invasive’ occurs, so you can picture my shock when the nurse immediately asks Cash to drop his drawers.
I’m facing the wall, but I can’t help but snoop on their conversation. “Is that size normal?”
Cash’s reply doubles the output of my heart. “The length is typical—”
“During erection?” the nurse double-checks.
“Yeah,” Cash confirms. “But the thickness and coloring are off.”
I almost sneak a peek when the nurse says, “Brings new meaning to the eggplant emoji.” But I hold back—just. “How did this happen?”
Since she peered my way during her question, I shrug. “We were playing around, and he fell.”
“Fell…” When I nod, she asks, “On a hard surface?”
I nod this time. “It had a bit of bush and straw stuff lying around, but it was mainly flat.” Before I can work out why confusion is marring her face, I add, “He heard a pop.”
“You did?” The nurse’s eyes are back on Cash. “Was the swelling immediate?” Cash must nod because she soon breathes out, “You may have broken your appendage.”
“See. I told you you can break your penis.” I snap my eyes to Cash, quickly detouring them when I realize he is still without pants. I never knew I was a butt girl until now.
He has a mighty fine ass.
“Is that something you can fix?” Cash sounds terrified. “Or is my dick going to fall off?”
The nurse laughs. She is the only one. While laying on top of Cash this afternoon, I was picturing things I shouldn’t have been picturing. Most of them involved the appendage he thinks he has broken. “Some breakages heal on their own, but others may require surgery.”
“Surgery? You’ll perform surgery on my cock!”
Cash’s hand slips from mine when the nurse guides his suddenly wobbly frame to the bed at the side of the examination room while replying, “Only if necessary. Most times, the only instrument needed is ice.”