Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Teammates, right?” I remind him, hooking his arm around my neck as I help him sit down again.
He sighs loudly, finally nodding after inspecting the deepening red of the towel from his head.
“Alright, kiddo. Have it your way,” he says, smiling to himself and shaking his head as I announce I need to get changed.
“But change here. Right in front of me,” he says with a sly but commanding grin, widening his legs as he sits to give what I know is his already growing arousal more room to move.
Some sickness you got there, buddy. But alright.
If being undressed and eaten out by Steve Carter was the single biggest sexual moment of my life, then re-dressing in front of him and hearing his growls of approval is already running a close second.
I don’t have the sexiest wardrobe, not by a long shot. But with his direction and having me turn this way or that, pausing here and letting him see a little of something else, we’re back to one swollen bulge in no time.
Far from looking faint anymore, he looks stronger than ever, primed for action again, and I notice he’s discarded the bloodied towel. His head’s not bleeding anymore, but I can see at a glance there’s a nasty gash that’ll need stitches.
His hands grab hold of me, squeezing me as he growls some more, and I have to remind him that he has promised to at least see a doctor.
“We can deal with your other problem later,” I hear myself giggling, already counting the seconds until he has me naked in his arms again.
“You bet we will,” he assures me, and I bend down to fetch his clothes before we leave, instructing him to dress, feeling a little like a nurse myself.
While he fixes his shirt and jacket, I lift the massive, heavy coat from the floor, and without going through it like I know he already has a dozen times, I have to ask.
“Where’s your cell phone? Your keys?”
All the stuff most people have on them, least of all a man of the world like Steve Carter would.
He shrugs and frowns. “I’ve asked myself that too. Although I don’t remember everything, those guys were really only after my wallet.”
“You wouldn’t have gone out without your phone and keys, would you?” I ask aloud, not meaning it to sound as stupid as it does, but Steve doesn’t seem to mind.
“I know. It's nuts. Maybe the hospital can help,” he finally offers, grimacing a little at the thought.
I wonder why he has such a thing against hospitals and cops.
Those were two things I’d not want to deal with in one day either, so I let it go in my mind. Offering him my arm instead as he hauls his huge body up, and after swaying for a moment, he tells me he’s good to go, carrying his coat on one arm as if it weighs nothing.
Even though to me, it felt like a circus tent.
The trip back down to the street seems easier, and once I have the few things I need and close my apartment door, it feels like I’m never coming back for some reason.
Instead of worrying me, the idea of never returning excites me. Almost as much as the man on my arm, who hails a cab with a nod of his head.
As if the whole world is ticking, working itself like clockwork and just waiting for a man like Steve Carter to make his presence known.
People seem to want to do whatever he wants without him even having to ask.
Myself included.
“St. Rosemary’s,” he orders the cab driver, who nods without question, turning the car and heading in the opposite direction. Giving me what I know will be the last look at where I’ve spent so long, working so hard for absolutely nothing.
Waiting for my knight in shining armor, who’s finally come to rescue me.
I open my mouth to ask how he knew where to go but think better of it.
Maybe he’s getting some of his memory back on his own, or maybe the wallet and the check have given him enough clues.
If I could figure out the nearest hospital with nuns in it, I’m sure a guy like Steve could too.
We drive in silence, and I’m still watching the meter. However, this time around, our driver doesn’t seem too bothered about us having the fare money.
It’s enough to get us there, and when we pull up to the huge modern-looking building with what looks like an ancient church attached, I only consider how we might be getting anywhere else after this.
“Here we are, Mr. Carter,” the driver smiles, giving a friendly smile to us both in the rearview mirror.
Steve leans forward, gripping the passenger headrest until it creaks.
“How do you know who I am?” he almost gasps, his eyes almost suspicious as the driver looks confused before chuckling.