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“Mmmhmm…”

“Say it. Tell me what with your words.”

“Cum inside me. Come inside your sweet girl.” At her pleading, my hips buckled and my virality and prowess calmed in three final strokes. Lightly leaning in for a kiss, Pretty looked so damn beautiful in her afterglow, a combination of her sweat and mine.

For a while we just laid there, cuddling in silence, like nothing else really mattered. In that moment, nothing really did matter. Nothing but me and her.

Twenty-One

Paddy

Very unlike myself, I caught myself in a head snap, fighting my body from falling asleep. “Have a good nap?” Pretty smiled, like she was surprised I’d slept as well.

“I was sleeping?” I questioned again, convinced I couldn't have been. At least not one so peaceful.

“At least a good hour. Maybe a little more. I didn't want to wake you, since you look so cute sleeping.”

I leaned in to kiss her, regretful that I had even lost an hour with her. “I'm usually a better cuddler. I'm just not used to being so comfortable with someone.” Just as I was about to lean in again, she hopped off the bed, making me smack her bottom and demand her return.

“Where are you going?”

“I just need to put something on. I can't sit for hours with nothing over myself.”

“Why? If anything, you've never looked better.” I joked, disappointed when she slipped into the robe that she had tucked into her night bag. Assuming it was probably time for me to slip some clothes of my own on, I found my boxers in the piles of clothes on the floor and slipped into them.

Reaching for my sleeve, I straightened it out so I could get my leg back into it, only to have pillowy lips kiss my back and shoulders, distracting me from the task.

“You don't have to wear that. I said I preferred seeingallof you. Your leg is nothing to be ashamed of,” Pretty reassured.

“I needed to hear that. Honestly, it means the most coming from you.” I swiveled on the bed, happy to be sharing a space with someone so wonderful. Sitting on my stomach, she offered to give me a back rub, something I told her she should proceed with caution with.

“Don't do it too good. I'll either fall asleep again or fucking marry you.” She laughed and told me I was being silly before crawling onto my back to go to work. Her hands were as unworked as a woman's could get, but she put enough pressure into the rub to loosen up my muscles.

Once she got to my lower back, I felt her touch the start of my deformed leg, curious if it hurt to massage that too. “It's not so bad anymore. Most of it’s just the look of it. But I still get phantom pain from when I was healing every now and then,” I admitted.

“Do you mind sharing how it happened?” Her question made me roll over, so I could face her to see her reaction.

“An IED explosion. I wasn’t far enough from it, that kind of damage is hard to come back from. Everyone tells me I’m lucky it wasn't worse, but my recovery was long. Rehab was downright degrading at times. Imagine me, a man in the start of adulthood trying to relearn to walk.”

Only person who had the stomach for seeing me that way had been Órfhlaith. Bellamy just felt guilt, or shame. They looked the same sometimes. He always felt guilty for how bad Pa gave it to me once he got kicked out the house. Not being able to handle watching me suffer during the hardest part of my recovery, it came a time, where I’d just pretend the pain wasn’t there, so noone would think me weak. I was used to being in pain. Over time, I just became hardened by pretending.

Pretty leaned over and kissed my leg. Even though I was still uncomfortable having it out, it meant the world to me that Pretty was trying to get me to become more comfortable with myself.

“You're only the second woman I've been with who's seen it,” I admitted.

“Paddy, I don’t know if you know this, but no one wants to be number two,” she joked.

“I'm fucking serious. I've been with other women besides that, but it was always more like our first couple of times. With my clothes on. The first woman to see it, she wasn't as understanding or as kind as you.”

“Why do you say that?” Pretty wondered.

“Like you, she assumed it wouldn't bethatbad. But she was proven wrong. She told me I looked disgusting. Couldn't even look at it without gagging. She basically just lost respect for me. And a man can't function when his woman don't respect him. It's probably one of the biggest reasons I'm degenerate. So, I can get off without having to undress myself.”

“Well, you don't have to worry about that with me. I love everything about you. Even the things about you I could do without.”

“What you mean things you could do without?” I asked, playfully defensive.

“Paddy, that mouth of yours is always running. Every thought does not need to be said.”

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