Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
She thought for a minute as she reached forward and took the alcohol down, removed the lid, and poured it wholly on her hand. She hissed in her breath and something in my chest twinged when I saw the pain she was in, but I tamped it down.
Moving closer to her, erection forgotten, I held her hand close to my face and blew on it.
“You know, that’s not very sanitary. There are thousands of germs in your mouth, and you just blew them all over my open wound.” She provoked.
I rolled my eyes, grabbed a 4X4 gauze pad and ripped the packaging open, placing it on her hand firmly. “Does this have medication you can take?”
“This is with medication. You should see how it was without. Are you a medic, too?” She asked out of the blue.
“Ahh, no. I’m a firefighter and EMT basic. Why?” I asked.
“I saw your picture in the paper. Just wondering if you were a medic and firefighter.” She explained.
“Oh,” I said, ignoring the part about the picture. I was pissed that night, and, even now, I was still pissed. If I wanted to stay in this good mood, it’d be best to avoid that conversation if I could help it.
“Yeah, I’m certified as a basic, but that was a while ago. I was a firefighter in the Marines. Then came home and joined BFD.” He explained.
“BFD?” She asked with a smile starting to break out on her face.
I rolled my eyes again. “How old are you, again?”
“Hey!” She snapped. “It’s not my fault that that’s the acronym for ‘big fucking deal.’ And I’m twenty eight, thank you very much.”
“Hmm,” I said as I reached for the large Band-Aids I kept in the drawer that Baylee’s leg was currently blocking.
Using my hand, I wrapped it around her lower thigh, and pushed her gently backwards until her back was plastered up against my front.
I couldn’t help but wish that her top was gone, allowing us to be skin to skin. However, that was too soon, seeing as I hadn’t even spoken to her about anything of significance since I’d met her.
“Watch your leg. Band-Aids are in this drawer in front of you.” I instructed.
I reluctantly let the smooth skin of her thigh go and opened the childproof lock on the drawer.
“Why do you have childproof locks on your drawer?” She asked curiously.
“My son is a curious little shit. Most of the time I keep my door closed, but there are times he likes to sneak in here when I’m not paying attention and dump all my shit down the toilet.” I said absently as I peeled the wrapper.
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with shit?” She teased.
My eyes went from the cut I was covering, to her face. Her eyes were full of mirth, and I smiled back at her. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. However, it’s kind of nice to be able to flush the toilet if I need to.”
“Yeah, I can see how that’d be a plus. I didn’t realize you had a son. Were you married?” She said breezily.
She said it so nonchalantly that I realized that she was truly interested in the answer, although she didn’t want to be.
“No. Johnny never knew his mother. Lindsey died in the same motorcycle accident that I was speaking about the other night.” I expounded.
“Oh, Sebastian. I’m so sorry. That’s terrible.” She said sadly.
As she apologized, she turned in my arms so she could see my face, and I found myself nearly pinning her in. “I wasn’t that close to Lindsey. It made me feel awful that she died, but there was nothing I could do to change the outcome.”
She nodded in understanding. “Where is your son? I didn’t see him as I made my way inside.”
I stared at her. Her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner. Not so much that she looked trashy or anything, but enough that it made her eyes pop with color. Today, those eyes looked more gray than blue, as they had the other day, and I wondered if they changed with her mood. She didn’t look like she was wearing anything else though, and that made me happy.
I wasn’t a big fan of primping. I liked when a woman looked natural.
“He’s with Lindsey’s mother. They have him every other weekend and Wednesdays.” I told her before backing away before I did something stupid like kiss her, and then fuck her against the counter.
“That’s nice of you. You don’t have to let them see him.” She said, sounding grateful that I’d given her space.
“Yeah, they’re good people. Older, but they have fun with Johnny.” I agreed as I held the door open.
“Thanks for fixing my hand. It happens a lot. I should be better prepared than I am.” She said to me as she walked through my bedroom to the door.
We both studiously ignored the large bed that dominated the master bedroom and walked back out into the family room. My place was a fucking mess already, and I hated that I’d have to clean all this shit up by myself later. Those stupid fucking so called friends of mine didn’t know how to find a trashcan if it was right in front of their God forsaken faces.
Baylee absently grabbed empty beer bottles and used paper plates as she walked past them, and tossed them in the trashcan as she headed out onto the deck.
“You have a nice place here.” She observed as she took in the new deck chairs.
“Yeah, I’ve been saving up for this place since I turned eighteen. Had it built on a plot of land my dad owned. He deeded it to me when I left the military.” I told her.
“When I got out of college, my parents offered me their house. They wanted to move into something on the lake there. I didn’t want it though. It was fucking massive and I didn’t want to mow the lawn.” Baylee laughed.
Hand on her lower back, I led her down the hill, heading for my spot I’d vacated earlier in my quest to get to a hurt Baylee. “Yeah, this place looks like a fuckin’ jungle if I don’t mow it once a week. Can’t deviate from that either, or there would be a ton of snakes hiding in the yard, using the taller grass as cover.”