Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You should have let me order the damn air mattress,” she said, still not letting the couch thing go.
“You’re way too fucking tense over something that doesn’t fucking matter,” I told her as my hand slid across her belly.
Maybe I would have let it drop right there if she hadn’t let out a little whimpering sound, her mind going in the same direction as mine.
I listened for a second, and Daphne’s TV was playing loud—after she’d awkwardly informed us that she would be listening to it and that she slept like the dead before she went to her room.
Figuring we had a few private moments, I went ahead and slipped my hand into her jeans and panties, finding her already fucking wet for me.
“Let’s loosen you up a bit before bed,” I said as my fingers slipped inside of her eager pussy, her walls clenching around them, holding tightly as I started to fuck her.
She reached down, pressing my palm flat against her cleft, making my thumb rub against her clit as my fingers fucked her, driving her up faster.
She was riding my hand, her lips pressed tightly together to keep from crying out as she got closer and closer.
Then, with a whole-body shudder, she came, her pussy clenching my fingers over and over as she sucked frantic breaths in through her nose.
“There,” I said as she leaned fully against me afterward, like her own legs couldn’t hold her anymore. “That’s better,” I said, getting a little giggle out of her. “Now, I think you should sleep pretty soundly tonight.”
“Well, between the orgasms and knowing there is a heavily-armed man sleeping just a few feet away, yeah, I think you’re right.”
“Trust me, no one is getting past me,” I assured her. “The wind shifting wakes me up.”
“Same,” she agreed. “But that’s from being a paranoid mom. I should get you another blanket.”
“I have three,” I reminded her.
“Pillow then.”
“Got two of those. I’m all set. Go. Get some rest. We have a long day of work tomorrow.”
We hadn’t exactly discussed the specifics of that. I did know that she had an overbearing boss who would not be okay with me actually being a body guard following her around. But hotels were busy places. I could easily be a guest hanging around without being overly suspicious.
Actually, I had a plan.
One that I wanted to surprise Sabrina with, so I wasn’t sharing yet.
We made our ways to our beds, and I listened as Sabrina moved around before climbing into bed and putting on some sort of sound machine or app before it was all quiet in her room.
I clicked through programs to find something quiet, then slipped out of my prosthetic, and tried to find a halfway comfortable way to rest on the couch.
It was a rough hour or so before I finally did pass out.
It was the sensation of being watched that woke me up suddenly.
Then, sure enough, there was Daph.
She was standing a few feet away with a bowl of cereal in her hand, wearing an oversized New York sweatshirt and a pair of bright pink fluffy pajama pants with little cat faces all over them.
“Does that hurt?” she asked, looking at where my prosthetic was leaning against the coffee table.
“Not usually,” I said, sitting up. “Only if I do too much for too long.
“Do you get that phantom leg thing?” she asked as I reached toward the floor where I had my liner and ‘sock’ waiting to slip onto my remaining leg.
Daphne watched, interested in the process.
“I used to,” I admitted. “Not so much anymore,” I added as I reached for the prosthetic and slipped it on, making sure the air slipped out, then getting to my feet.
“Were you blown up?” she asked.
“Daphne!” Sabrina hissed as she came out of her room, still wrapping a robe around herself to fight off the morning chill. “You can’t ask that.”
“Yeah, she can,” I said. “I wasn’t, personally, blown up. There was a bomb that went off. The building I was in came down. My leg was crushed for too long. They had no choice but to amputate.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Well, I was asleep when they cut it off,” I said, getting a laugh out of Daph.
“I meant the crushing.”
“Yeah, it hurt like hell. But then shock set in, and I didn’t feel much of anything.”
“How long were you pinned?”
“Seven and a half hours.”
“Jesus,” Sabrina said, her hand going to her heart.
“Was no one looking for you?” Daph asked.
“It was… war, kid,” I said, shrugging. “A very remote mission. It took a long time for anyone to make their way out to us to begin recovery efforts.”
“Did you lose people?” Daph wondered.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Thanks, kid. What are you eating?”
“Cocoa Puffs,” she said.
“That’s not breakfast,” I said, moving into the kitchen. “I’m gonna make something,” I told them.