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I lean over to kiss her but she scoots away. “Nope. No kissing.” She waggles her eyebrows. “On the mouth.”

“You don’t have to—”

My words are cut off when she slips her hand into my briefs and wraps it around my cock. She pumps up and down a few times before opening her mouth and taking me inside.

“Fuck,” I groan as my cock is surrounded by her warm mouth.

My thigh trembles with pain but I ignore it. I can handle all the pain in the world to feel Maya’s mouth around my cock.

Chapter 30

“Don’t pity me.” ~ Caleb

Caleb

“What’s up with you today?” Hazel asks during our physical therapy session the next day. “You’re a grumpy bear.”

I grunt before I begin another round of squats. “You call me a grumpy bear every time we have a session.”

“You’re worse than normal.”

I finish the squats and wipe the sweat from my brow before answering. “Bad day yesterday.”

Her cheeks darken before she glances away. “What happened?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Does everyone know?”

She widens her eyes and feigns confusion. “Know what?”

“Don’t lie to me. You suck at it.”

She rolls her eyes. “And you have ways to make me talk,” she says in the worst imitation of a Russian accent ever.

“Hazel,”I grumble.

“Fine,” she huffs. “There might be a rumor floating around the smuggler’s grapevine about an incident you had yesterday atHideaway Haven Resort.”

“Fuck! I don’t want the entire island to pity me.”

She rears back. “Pity you? No one pities you.”

I snort. “Sure, they don’t. And no one spreads rumors behind my back either.”

This gossipmongering island. I planned to return a man worthy of Maya. Instead, I’m pitied by the smugglers for constantly embarrassing myself.

Hazel points to the low platform. “Thirty seconds.”

The smugglers may pity me but I don’t have time for a pity party. I begin stepping up and down the platform. My left thigh protests every movement but I refuse to slow down. I am not letting this injury stop me. I refuse to be the cripple everyone points to at the grocery store.

“Time,” Hazel calls.

I do one more step down. My left leg wobbles. I switch my weight to my right leg but it’s tired from the workout and can’t support me. I stumble and start to fall but Hazel catches me and helps me to sit down.

Fuck. It’s been months since I got injured. I shouldn’t be nearly collapsing from some step-ups. I growl. “I’m never going to get back on active duty if this doesn’t improve.”

Hazel’s mouth gapes open. “Active duty?”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing here?”

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