Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
The matter of fact way he just explained pointing a laser sight that was attached to his gun around the room for my cat to play with surprised me, although it shouldn’t have.
“I hadn’t intended to play with him at first. It was only when I was sighting down the barrel and Boris jumped up trying to catch the light that I started to play with him. It isn’t loaded.” He shrugged.
“You’re such a weirdo.” I chided.
He smiled, and held out his arms to me. I went to them willingly.
His arm wrapped around my shoulder as I dropped into his lap, and his large callused palm found a home on my thigh, and I wriggled in his lap trying to get comfortable.
“Jesus, please stop rubbing your ass on my dick. There’s only so much control left in me.” He ground through clenched teeth.
I stilled, and laid my head on his chest. “You wanna talk about why you’re not in bed?”
His erection deflated like it’d never been, and I mourned at the loss. However, this was more important than some quick romp. James was hurting and he needed me.
“Will you tell me about your cancer?” James rasped.
Out of all the things I’d been ready to hear him say, that wasn’t even on the planet with it. I was so startled, so surprised, that I couldn’t stem my reaction. My breath hissed into my lungs, and a sob choked me. James soothing hand worked up and down my back, soothing me as I got myself under control.
“H-how did you know?” I asked quietly.
“Your papers in your floorboard. When I went back for the cat the night you broke your arm, I found the cat in the floorboard. There were some papers there, and I read them.” James said simply.
I couldn’t be mad at him for that, I was the one who’d sent him to my place for my cat in the first place. I also remembered trying to get my cash stash out of the floorboard so I could go to the doctor, but the exertion had made me want to vomit, and I’d passed out in the bathroom not even moments after getting in there.
I nodded in understanding. “When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time in tanning beds. It was a vain thing to do, and I learned about a year and a half ago what the effect of all that tanning had done to my skin.”
I leaned my head back against his chest, and pulled up my shirt, lowering the pants I’d borrowed from around my hips, and showing him the small scar on my hipbone. “This is where I found a weird looking mole. My OB/GYN sent me to a dermatologist, who then removed the mole and sent it off to be tested. It turned out that it was a Basal Cell Carcinoma. They removed it and I had two radiation treatments on the area, but considering the area, they weren’t quite sure if I could ever have children. I haven’t had one single period since then. We’re assuming that I won’t be able to. Although I’m still on the Depo shot every three months.”
His hand ran over the area of raised skin where I’d had the mole removed, and he looked pained. “I’m sorry, Shiloh. The papers said it was negative, though.”
I nodded in understanding. “It was with the second mole I found. That one was on my foot. They just removed it.”
“Well, shit.” He sighed.
“Yeah, it did suck pretty bad. But I get a thorough exam every four months just to make sure.”
He leered at me. “I can help with those thorough exams.”
Shiloh laughed at him.
Then James leer melted away, and his face was serious again.
“When Janie was a baby, Cheyenne had taken her into her eleven month baby checkup when they thought she was showing signs of Leukemia. That was the worst six weeks of my life. They ran test after test, and I’d never been so scared in my life.” James told me.
The thought of Janie having cancer literally made my blood run cold. “What’d she end up having?”
“Anemia. Prescribed her to take those little Flintstone vitamins. Acted as if they didn’t just fuck us for an entire six weeks. ‘Oh, hey, this is Dr. Mack’s office. We just wanted to tell you that Janie’s fine. She needs to take a Flintstone Vitamin once a day though. Have a good day.’
“Wow” I said in surprise.
“I’m going to kill that man who put my baby up there. I’m going to rip his dick off, chop it up into tiny pieces, and feed them to him.” James said suddenly.
The vehemence in his voice startled me, but didn’t surprise me. I knew he was having those feelings. Hell, if I had the capability, I’d do the same damn thing. Only I’d use a plastic spork to do the dick cutting.
James work pager started bleating across the room, and he sighed. Moving me off his lap, he scanned the pager and started for the bedroom. He came back a few minutes later, dressed in his SWAT gear. Damn, I was hoping it was only a ‘be ready’ notice, but it looked like it was an actual call.
James ambled over to me, dropped a kiss on my forehead, and brought his hand up to grasp my chin, angling my head so he could look into my eyes. “Don’t forget to call when you show up at any of your calls. I won’t be home by the time you leave for work.”
I nodded, and he let my face go before heading to the door. He stopped, deactivated the alarm, turned and watched me for a few seconds before saying, “I love you.”
“Love you too, J.”
He smiled at my use of his name and left, locking the door swiftly behind him.
Chapter 22
Get in my belly.
-Fat Bastard, Austin Powers
James
“Ready?” Max asked.
I smiled wide at him, showing him my teeth. Then made the ‘come on’ motion with my taped fist. Max took a step forward, and then I stopped him with a raised hand.