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)
“Alright.” We go our separate ways—him to the weight bench and me to the treadmill. The entire time, I can sense his gaze on my body as I walk away.
2. Rhodes
Icouldn’t take it anymore. Thirty minutes in, and my dick wanted me to either take her up against the mirrored wall or walk the hell away. Kyra’s ass in a pair of black biker shorts, tight and molded to her hot-as-hell body, did a number on me. An ass I’m going to eventually sink my teeth into as well as my cock. The front of her body…Fuck, it has me ready to beg for her to get on my cock and ride me until we both come. Her tank top did nothing to stop the raging need I feel to consume every square inch of her. When I left, she was still on the treadmill. We gave each other a quick nod, then I was out the door, using my fucking crutch. A couple of more weeks until I’m done using it. Then there will be no holding back, I’m going all in and making Kyra my woman.
Today started like normal. We were both up at the same time. My military background is engrained, like clockwork, and I’m sure her upbringing has a lot to do with her being an early riser, too. I made a protein shake, and she had a cup of coffee. The two of us moved seamlessly in the kitchen, and when we were done, she went her way and I went mine.
It's nice having a place to call my own. When I first returned to Florida, I lived in Kade’s house. It took a bit, to no one’s fault but my own, but I knew the first home I bought would be the last one. The last thing I wanted was a place that needed more work than it was worth. It’s why I waited, and when this house came on the market, a two-story, three-bedroom, two-bathroom newly renovated home from the sixties with mature landscaping and just steps from the ocean, I was sold. I put in an offer above asking price, probably a dumbass move on my part, but I knew this home would be mine until they laid my body in the cold hard ground. At the time, I didn’t think too much about a having woman or a family in my life.
Then Kyra entered the picture, and everything changed.
Diego would talk about his daughter, show us a picture from time to time, and we all noticed when he stopped, though none of us questioned him. She got older, and considering there were more men besides Kade and me, we knew Diego would keep her protected, even from men he called his friends. That’s why when she appeared in my hospital room, I’d experienced the shock of my life. The last time I saw a picture of her, Kyra must have been on the cusp of her teenage years. Diego should shoot me; she’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and one day soon, I’m going to have her in every way possible.
My cock stays rock hard every waking hour. Being surrounded by her while she changed the dressing on my knee didn’t fucking help, and when she had to help me in the shower the first few times, it took everything in me not to pull her inside the stall with me. The only reason I didn’t reach for her would be humbling to say the least—using a shower chair is a damn boner killer.
Still, I saw Kyra glance down at my boxer briefs, watched as her nipples tightened into hard peaks, and I definitely noticed when she turned her head away after I caught her looking at the outline of my hard cock.
At least the shower chair is gone now. When we got home after my last appointment, I went straight to my bathroom. With one hand using my crutch and the other on the chair, I brought it out and went into the garage. I’ll be donating it the next time I’m at the doctor’s office. Shit’s expensive, and I’m lucky enough to have a padded bank account. Being part business owner at Whitecaps with Kade also helps, though right now, he has to do most of the work until I’m back on my feet. Pun fucking intended.
“Damn it.” I make my way into the master bedroom then head straight for the bathroom, using the crutch I’m destined to deal with for a couple of more weeks. I’m going to have calluses on the palm of my hand from jacking my cock so much. I prop the crutch on the outside of the shower and turn the faucet to the hottest setting knowing cold water won’t do a single thing to calm my ass down. All I have left to do is take off the compression bandage, my gym shorts, and boxer briefs. I use the wall to help steady myself as I strip everything off. My cock lies thick and heavy along my stomach. My hand grips the shaft, thumb and forefinger squeezing the tip to stave off the need to come right away. When the steam finally fills the room, I push the sliding glass door to the left and use the wall once again to step inside the shower.