Straight Fire – Smoke Series Read Online Abbi Glines

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
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When we got to the toilet and stopped, I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do here. The last time I’d helped him pee didn’t go well.

“Move back,” he told me as he took his arm off me and then tried to pull his underwear down, but it wasn’t working.

He glanced back at me. “You’re gonna have to do it,” he said, sounding disgusted by the idea. It stung, but at least it helped keep me grounded with him.

I stepped forward and pulled down the briefs, making sure to keep my gaze diverted. He chuckled as I stepped back. At least he was finding humor in this now, as opposed to being upset about my touching him. I kept my head down as I turned my back and walked to the door, giving him some privacy, but not getting too far in case he lost his balance.

Listening to him pee felt intimate, and I didn’t know what to do with that. It shouldn’t bother me or affect me in any way. It wasn’t like he had a great personality. He was mean. I was just attracted to his looks. No worries about getting attached there.

When he finished, he didn’t even try to pull his briefs up, so I went to do it for him. Trying to get them up and over the size of his rather large penis was harder than getting them down.

I was going to have to look and move a little closer. He held on to the side of the wall and turned slightly, making it easier for me. I had to pull the front of the briefs out some to get them up. Once that was accomplished, I stood back up, and my eyes clashed with his.

The expression on his face made it difficult for me to breathe. That was not a look of disgust. Not even close. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and my body seemed to feel it everywhere. Especially between my legs.

“You need to move,” he said in a husky voice.

I stepped back but kept my eyes on him to make sure he didn’t fall. “I, uh, need to get on your other side,” I reminded him.

His eyes flared as he looked at me. “I need a fucking minute, Shiloh.”

Okay. I nodded and stood there, waiting.

“Fuck,” he muttered and clenched his teeth. “Come help me. I can’t keep standing much longer.”

I hurried to his side and slid under his arm, and then we made our way back to his bed. Turning so he could sit down without falling, I went slowly, and finally, he put some weight on me. When he was back in bed, I stood up, and he let me help him scoot back, which was a first. Then, I moved his cast back onto the bed.

Feeling accomplished and like I was doing my job for once, I leaned over him to adjust his pillow. It had slipped down. He said nothing while I did it, but his deep intake of breath made me pause. I pulled back and looked at him.

“That’s enough,” he said quietly.

I stepped back and made my way back over to the chair.

“Fucking peaches,” he muttered.

Did he want peaches? I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t say anything. When the silence continued, I reached for my e-reader. He slept some, and Huck came by to check on him. I used that time to go to the bathroom myself and get a bottle of water. When I returned, they were talking in hushed voices. I paused at the door, and Gage’s eyes locked on me.

“I can come back later,” I said.

He shook his head. “No, we’re done.”

I walked in and went back to my chair. Huck gave me a nod on his way out.

“How’s your pain? Need anything for it?” I asked him. It had been well over the time he usually needed pain medicine.

He shook his head.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to check my messages. It was Wilder.

Back home. Dishwasher crisis is over. Want me to bring home barbecue and we can watch some more iZombie?

I smiled at the dishwasher crisis and started to text him back.

“Who is it?” Gage’s question startled me.

I looked up at him, and he was glaring at the phone in my hand. I wasn’t supposed to use my phone here. Crap, I had forgotten.

“I’m sorry. I forgot,” I replied and went to put it in my bag.

“Who is it?” he repeated more forcefully.

“A friend,” I replied.

“Male?”

I nodded.

His jaw tensed as he stared at me before turning his attention back to the television so he could glare at it.

“I never get texts during the day. It was an honest mistake.”

He continued to look at the television as if it were his next victim. I wasn’t going to keep apologizing. I was here because he’d wanted me to come back. I’d forgotten a rule. He could get over it.



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