Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Uh-oh, what’s wrong?” She doesn’t say anything else, only asks me what’s wrong. This is part of the reason I love her. It’s also why Chadwick the dick wick stomps all over her.
“I have the hots for my patient.” Talk about a work ethics violation. Never in my life have I ever been as tempted as I have been lately. The full outline of his cock that presented itself to me in his boxer briefs when I help him get in the shower was completely unexpected. Rhodes is a shower; I also realized he’s a grower. Talk about the best of both worlds. Of course, he caught me looking. He didn’t so much as say a word, yet I saw the way his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. In return, my thighs fused together in an attempt to relieve the ache between my legs. A fat lot of good that did. The only time I get a semblance of relief is late at night. I’m either in my bed trying to muffle my noises or in the shower, where I can let go a little bit but not like I’m used to, when I can be as loud as possible. The days of seeing Rhodes practically naked for my viewing pleasure are over, and I’m not sure if I should be happy or in a state of mourning.
“I thought we talked about this. Let me move outside, then I’m all ears.” Clearly, dick for brains is at home. Shock of all shocks. All he does is rot on the couch while Lo pulls doubles at the hospital as a respiratory therapist.
“We did.” Did we ever, but it’s been weeks now since the last time, and I've spent nearly a month here with Rhodes. I swear I’m in a permanent state of horniness. “No problem, this won’t take very long.” It can’t. Rhodes has another appointment today. Ever since we left the hospital, he’s done physical therapy daily. He’s had his two-week post op, and today, as long as his wound looks good, they’re going to fit him for his prosthetic.
“Sure, we both know that’s a lie. Our conversations never last shorter than an hour.” I hear the chirping of the birds on Lo’s end.
“True. Do you think if I just jumped him and got it out of my system, I would be okay? It’s not like I’ll be needed here much longer anyways.” Rhodes really hasn’t needed me in weeks.
“I think that could make for awkward holidays and whatnot with your dad living so much closer now. Imagine it’s Christmas, your dad does his usual holiday shenanigans, and whoops, you and Rhodes are under the mistletoe. There’s all this built-up tension between you two, so a simple kiss turns into a make-out session, and next thing you know, your dad is having a shit fit. So, yeah, the fun for what, an hour, would be worth it, but what about later?” Shit, why does she have to make so much sense?
“Ugh, why did Dad decide to move closer to New Smyrna Beach again?” I grumble, already knowing the answer. Dad did twenty plus years in the Army Rangers. He thought he’d be there still, but after the last deployment went fubar (fucked up beyond all repair), that was the end. Kade and Rhodes live within ten minutes of each other, if that. And Dad’s place in Daytona Beach is only twenty minutes away. Which makes it seem odd that the man of the hour wouldn’t want his friends to come in and help. Apparently, these macho men are of a different breed or caliber, and while my dad is the same way, I didn’t expect the rest of them to be, too.
“Because you were off traveling the world, and your dad wanted to be closer to his people.” Lo is the voice of reason yet again. Even when I don’t want to hear it.
“Fine, I won’t jump his bones and have my wicked way with the man who walks around the house with just a shirt on and has me salivating nonstop. This isn’t fair,” I breathe out a heavy sigh, closing my eyes. It seems impossible to keep my hands to myself. Especially when I’m helping Rhodes with his at-home physical therapy. Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?
“Life isn’t fair.” Lo’s voice drops in tone, almost like she’s deep in thought.
“Lo, you know I’m here for you. Whenever.” I’m sure it’s only a matter of time until she sees the man mooching from her has to have the world's smallest prick.
“I know. Soon. I promise.” She is so strong. She’s also stubborn and independent to a fault. She’ll never ask for help; probably why we're friends because I’m not much better.
Rhodes knocks on my bedroom door. “Are you almost ready? We’re going to be late for the appointment.”