Page 43 of High Velocity

“That’s not how I’d planned our first time.”

“Really? Because hard and fast is the perfect opening act, in my opinion,” I suggest, flashing him a smile, which he returns.

“Opening act?”

“Don’t tell me you’re a one-trick pony?”

“Hell no.”

I climb off him and reach for his hand, but instead of letting me pull him up, he pulls me back down on his lap, this time sideways.

“Before you take me to your bedroom…I’m nervous.”

“Why? Your leg?” I guess.

“The few times I’ve… Anytime I… I haven’t been completely naked,” he stammers. “Not since losing my leg.”

It breaks my heart, but I force myself to keep it lighthearted.

“Well, I’m glad I’m your first, and just so you know, I haven’t had a man in my bed in about twelve years, so I’m a little nervous too.”

He looks shocked at that. “No sex in twelve years? How the hell?—”

“I didn’t say that. There’s been sex, but not in my bed.”

That puts a smile on his face and he shifts me off his lap, before getting up himself, and pulling up his jeans but leaving them open.

“Show me the way.”

Fourteen

Jackson

Her hair smells like fresh air with a hint of something citrusy.

I woke up moments ago with her body wrapped around me, her head on my shoulder, and Ash whining at the door.

I don’t want to leave the bed though. I could let Ash do his own thing outside, which I would do at the ranch, but there’s no guarantee he won’t take off if I don’t keep an eye on him. I just don’t feel like putting on my prosthetic just yet.

It had been much easier than I thought it would be, taking the thing off in her presence. She didn’t shy away from it, which I was afraid of at first. I thought maybe she’d just avoid looking altogether, which would’ve been awkward. But she looked and she asked questions, and didn’t freak out when I revealed the gnarly scars.

She also didn’t treat me with kid gloves in bed. In fact, she was an eager participant in trying to find creative positions for us to try, for a good portion of the night, which is why it’s not my stump that is raw this time. Not that it stops my dick from going hard at the feel of her soft skin against mine.

I take in a deep breath and stroke my hand down the curve of her back.

“Are you sniffing me?” she mumbles, her lips moving against my neck.

“Maybe. You smell good.”

She abruptly lifts her head, looking at me through slightly swollen eyes.

“There’s something off with your olfactory senses then. I smell like sex.”

My mouth spreads in a wide grin.

“Sex smells good on you.”

She shakes her head. “You’re insatiable. You can’t possibly?—”

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