Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“We’re gonna do this on the count of three, Lydia. Are you ready?” I squeeze her hand and she returns it.
Frankie and I snag eyes, and he nods.
“One…two…three.”
Lydia groans as we get the board beneath her.
“It’s uncomfortable, I know. What’s your pain level at?”
“Seven,” she replies.
“What about me? How’d I do?” I ask as we make our way to our truck. “You can score Frankie too, but only if you give me more points than him.”
She gives me a slight chuckle, and I hold her hand as we push her bed into the truck. “Perfect,” Lydia replies.
“That’s what we wanna hear,” Frankie replies before leaving me in the back with Lydia and heading to the driver’s seat.
“My husband…Brian…is he okay? Please make sure he’s okay.…I’ve been with him nearly all my life.”
Shit. “There were some great paramedics out there. I’m sure he’s fine. Once we get you to the hospital, we’ll check on him for you.” I hate these conversations because I don’t know if her husband is fine or not. She’s lucky, and from the look of things, not everyone else was.
Frankie gets us to the hospital and we get Lydia inside. It’s over an hour later; Frankie and I are still here when Lydia’s children show up and we find out her husband didn’t make it. He passed away in transit.
“Fuck.…Fuck!” I fist my hands and lean against the ambulance. I wanted her husband to be okay. I needed him to be. Jesus…maybe if Frankie and I had gotten him instead…
Frankie squeezes my shoulder. “I know, man.” He shakes his head. “It’s shitty…I’ll take care of our thing. You got it last time.”
We always send flowers in situations like this. A lot of the other guys don’t get it but it’s something Frankie and I have always done. He started it, and when I found out what he did, I wanted in on it with him. It feels right. It’s the least we can do.
I wipe my eyes and shove away from the truck. “Thanks.” But it still feels like there’s a rock in my gut.
It’s after one in the morning when I’m finally lying in bed, trying to come down from the day. Shit like this always wrecks me. Losing people. Failing.
It’s dark in my room, a soft glow coming through the window from the lights of the city. I’m restless. There’s not a chance I’ll be able to sleep right now, but my body is wiped out at the same time.
Fuck…why couldn’t her husband have made it?
My leg shakes and my hands feel useless, so I find myself picking up my phone, rolling it over in my hand.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that Frankie is awake too. Shit like this always gets both of us, even if the patient wasn’t ours.
I could call him…but I know I won’t.
You awake? The second I send the text, I wonder what in the fuck I’m doing.
Yeah. Miss me already? Derek replies.
In bed. Too much coffee, I lie.
And you thought of me, of course. Want me to come wear you out?
I smile. Jesus, he’s nothing if not determined. Just wanted to check on you. I know today was…different.
You’re gonna have to stop checking on me like this, Daddy.
He was right. I like it when he calls me that more than I should. I have to make sure you’re a good boy. I’m playing with fire and I fucking know it, but right now, my head is so messed up I welcome the burn.
Oh fuck. Goddamn, that’s hot. If I’m bad will you come over? Teach me a lesson? Fill my hole?
It’s getting harder to deny you.
Then why are you? Derek asks.
I don’t have a real answer for that. Because I worry he doesn’t see himself as more than a hole to fuck. Because I worry he hasn’t had enough people in the world who want to enjoy his body, yeah, but who want more than that from him too. I shouldn’t make it my job to show him those things. I could just give him what we both want. I can get dirty with him in the way I’ve always craved. I’ve never been real vanilla in my tastes and I have a feeling Derek will be my match in that.
But that’s not it. As I lie here, holding my phone and texting with him like a goddamned kid, I realize I want to know more about him. About his life. About that uncle he loves so fucking much, and the family he left behind, and why he makes everything about sex.
Ain’t that some shit?
I know I didn’t scare you away. Have you had a guy yet? I’m good. You’ll love being in my hole.
Blood rushes south. My cock fills, aches. Jesus, I want in him. You’re fucking killing me.