Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Give me that,” he said, taking a serving bowl from her. He set it down on the table and picked a chair next to Daisy.
“Run into trouble?” Shooter asked, noting Easy’s bruised knuckles.
“None whatsoever,” he replied.
“There were three of them!” Daisy protested.
Hawk laughed. “Need more than that to take down a Ranger.”
After dinner, Easy helped clear the dishes into the dishwasher. As he stood up he heard Caleb say, “Daisy, can I talk to you?”
She bit her lower lip but nodded. Easy watched as he took her out the back door and onto the deck. His first instinct was to follow them, if only to comfort her, but he decided if she wanted him there, she’d ask.
“He wants her to make a statement,” Shooter said quietly from beside him.
“She probably won’t.”
“She told you what happened?”
He grimaced and nodded.
“Bad?” Shooter asked.
“Bad enough,” he replied. “Broke, desperate girl and cop who took advantage of her, got rough with her.”
He fought the urge to go to her again. Shooter must have sensed it, because he said, “He won’t push her.”
Easy sighed. “I know.”
“He just wants her to know he’ll go with her, back her up. If she ever wants to do anything about it.”
Caleb and Daisy talked for a while. She finally seemed to relax around him and even smiled a bit once in a while. When they were done, he opened the door for her, and they came back inside.
Easy swept her into his arms and hugged her. “Okay?” he whispered.
She nodded into his chest. “I just want to forget about it,” she said quietly.
He squeezed her tightly in response then took her by the hand and led her to the door. “We’re going home,” he told the group and did not miss the smiles of everyone watching them.
In the house, she didn’t waste any time. She walked straight to the bedroom, and he followed her. He turned on the light for them, and she kissed him, tasting like sunshine and warmth. He would have pulled her closer, but she moved away, out of his reach. Her blue eyes sparkled, even in the dim light. “Are you ready?” she asked him.
He took a deep breath and nodded.
Daisy grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, revealing smooth white skin and the silver glint of her belly button ring. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to his bedroom floor. Slowly, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down, along with her panties.
She stood before him, naked and gorgeous, and for a second he felt a sting of self-doubt, before he pulled his own shirt off over his head. This was the awkward part, and he hated doing it, but Daisy looked nothing but ready for him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots. He pulled them off and tossed them aside. Hesitating only for a moment, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down over his hips.
His cock was already hard from watching her undress for him; it lay heavily against his lower abdomen. He ignored it and pushed his jeans down over the black neoprene sleeve. Daisy watched silently as he disconnected the prosthetic and laid it carefully on the floor at the foot of the bed. He debated whether or not to stop there, but he was all in, he had to be. Stopping now would only insult her. She was here, and she wasn’t running away.
He gripped the tight material and rolled it down, revealing the cotton comfort sock, which he also tugged away. Those he dropped on the floor. He knew he shouldn’t, but he still felt a little scared sitting there naked, his stump revealed, ragged and ugly.
Daisy moved forward and knelt down on the floor in front of him. She placed her hands on his thighs. He watched as she leaned forward and kissed his leg, just above the amputation line. Her warm breath tickled his skin. She dragged her lips higher until they reached the base of his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath as she licked him. His hands twisted in the sheets on either side of him as he got the first blowjob he’d had in over three years.
She was slow and methodical, alternating between licking and kissing his shaft as she worked her way to the head. A drop of pre-cum had already beaded and she glanced up at him holding him with her gaze as she extended the tip of her tongue to catch it. She licked her lips as though he was the best thing she’d ever tasted, before she opened her mouth and drew him in.
He would have closed his eyes, but he was fascinated watching her. Her ripe, full bottom lip ran along the underside of his cock, and he groaned. She slid him in, nearly to the back of her throat, and then back out, making love to him with her mouth. As much as he loved it, if she didn’t stop soon, that would be the only part he made love to.