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It wouldn’t be bad for me either. Except, I couldn’t take her up on the offer if she actually made it. Not when I’d promised Sally.

But a bed for the night, that would be welcome. Better than trying to drive through unfamiliar streets and locate the clubhouse in the dark.

I shoot off a quick text to Pal explaining the situation, then follow Stevie into her spare room.

Chapter Eight

Despite nearly falling asleep on her couch, the moment my head hits the pillow in Stevie’s spare room, I’m wide awake. The bed’s comfortable, the pillow is soft just how I like it. I’ve got the ability to sleep anywhere, but for some reason, I can’t drop off.

I can’t stop thinking how terrible it must have been for Stevie and her family to receive the information so early in her life that she was going to go blind. Does knowing help you prepare? Did she have counselling? She seems to be such a well-balanced person, proud of how she’s adapted, not ranting or raving about what she’s lost. I can’t help but admire her. In the darkness I grin. That comment about me jumping her bones not being unwelcome? That took me by surprise and shows she’s no shrinking violet.

But in the same way I hadn’t made a move on her, she hadn’t on me. It wasn’t a suggestion to be acted upon, just put out there.Was she serious?Hell, I don’t even know if she’s available. We didn’t talk about partners.

Problem is, even if she’s free, I’m not.

At first, when my brothers had started finding their soulmates, I couldn’t understand how they believed one pussy could satisfy them for the rest of their lives, until a certain woman came to the compound. But she could never be mine, she was Rock’s. Becca never had a notion that while she viewed me as a big brother, what I managed to successfully hide from both her and everyone else, was that my feelings for her were far from fraternal. Rock never knew thank fuck, if he had, being his friend wouldn’t stop him putting me six feet under.

I was happy for Rock that he’d found his other half but viewed their relationship with some jealousy. The answer, in my eyes, was to find a good woman for myself. But despite the luck my brothers have had, it seems finding one is like searching for an elusive unicorn.

Before Becca, I was perfectly happy with a variety of pussy in my bed every night. That I was happy to share with my brothers shows I’m not a possessive man. That’s who I am, not a partner or husband. Perhaps Sally and I would never have worked as I’m not the settling down type.

Maybe there’s not a woman out there for me, and maybe I don’t really want one. The thought of being serviced by sweet butts is enough to get my dick to perk up. I can get female companionship from the old ladies in the club. What more do I want?

If God had blessed me with features women admire, maybe my choice would be wider. But he hadn’t, and it’s not.

I have nothing to offer a woman like Stevie except one night in my bed.

But even that’s forbidden, I’m still shackled to Sally by the foolish promise I’d made. I’m a man of my word, but by God it’s going to be hard to keep it.

Stevie’s attractive, no denying that. Probably the type I’d lust after but couldn’t have. She’d step out with someone far better looking—if she could see them. But she’s no sweet butt, and I couldn’t live up to any other type of expectation. I’ve experienced living with a demanding woman once, and I won’t be leaving myself open to that again. Selfishly I suspect there would be even greater challenges with Stevie. Remembering to speak all the time rather than gesturing is one change I already need to make, and I’ve enough difficulty remembering that. I might be tidy—learned that in the army—but hey, I’m a man. Sometimes I leave my boots where I drop them.

Maybe that’s why she’s alone? Perhaps she doesn’t like dealing with anyone else’s shit lying around? I wouldn’t blame her, if untidiness results in her repeatedly falling over and hurting herself.

I like Stevie, but I’ll need to be ruthless. If she’s serious about me spending time in her bed, I’ll have to refuse. Don’t want to raise expectation. But I can be her friend. Seems there’s no one else, so I’ll be there when she needs someone to take her to visit with her dog. Sure, she could take a taxi, but if she’s going to receive bad news, she needs support. I can do that. As long as she respects my boundaries. Friends. Nothing more.

I don’t remember when, or what was my last thought, but eventually, I must have dropped off. When I wake it’s because the door of the guest room opening disturbs me. I sit up fast, my hand reaching for the gun that I keep in my cut as I come around totally disorientated and not knowing where I am.

“Stay there,” she instructs. “Let me put this down. I don’t know how you like it, so I did it like mine, with cream, but no sugar.”

As she comes closer, the welcome aroma of coffee wafts up. I keep still as steadily and surely she makes her way over and places the cup on the bedside table. “It’s half-past-six. I hope that’s not too early for you. I’d like to be there eight on the dot, if you’re still okay with that offer you made last night.”

“No problem, babe. You sleep okay?”

She sits on the side of the bed. Having watched her carefully I read her intentions and shift my ass to accommodate her. “Not really. I tossed and turned worried about Max.” She bites her lip. “I don’t know what I’ll do, Beef, if I lose him.”

She’d come in all composed. My innocent question had brought her worries to the forefront. Immediately I feel guilty. “Babe, let me hold you.” When she doesn’t protest, I put my arms around her and pull her against my naked chest. Her hand touches my pecs.

I don’t even think she’s conscious of it when her hand starts to explore, just like she’d done when she’d been mapping my face.

Then she lifts her hand away. “I’m sorry…”

I place her hand back. “Knock yourself out.” It’s nothing more than a sighted woman checking me out.

Her fingers explore, moving across my chest one side to the other, and down over my muscles. “A six pack?”

I nudge her hand downwards. “Eight.”

“Hmm.” Her mind, for a moment seems to have been taken off her dog. While I’m realising she’s going to stop soon, my cock is getting very interested and swelling in hope of some attention.

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