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“You can’t push yourself in my life and makeme do what you want.” I could feel her yawn against my chest as shethrew her arm across my stomach.

“Carly?”

“Carly?” I received no response.

“I already have, baby. I already have.” Ismiled into the darkness and closed my eyes.

ChapterTwelve

Carly

Ten days! Ten days of touching me, kissingme, rubbing my legs as they were draped over his lap as we sat onthe couch. Every night listening to his heart beat as my headrested on his chest. Waking up wrapped in his arms with the feel ofhis erection pushing up against me, only to have him kiss myforehead and get out of bed. Yeah, it had been the longest ten daysof my life and the most frustrating. I had always been active andto have that part taken away had been hard. Add in an insufferableman with his: eat, take your medicine, you can’t lift that, youaren’t supposed to do that, made for long days of nothing. Thefrustration, I wanted Crusher with everything in me, but no, theman wouldn’t break. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I planned to get myvibrator out and use it while I laid next to him.

“What’s the frown for, your leg hurting?”Like he didn’t know. For the past week I did everything but climbhim like a tree. But if I’d done that, he would have only yelledthat was too much motion. Crusher sat in the chair across from theexam table I was currently laid out on while we waited for thedoctor to come in and remove the stitches from my thigh. He wasrelaxed and looked comfortable in his skin. I on the hand was surean alien was going to pop out from under mine if someone so much astouched me. The man had me wound so tight I felt like I couldexplode any minute.

“No. Just a dull ache,” I answered and theunder my breath added, “in my crotch.” I knew Crusher heard me whenhe chuckled but before I could snap at him the exam room dooropened and the doctor walked in.

“How are you doing, Ms. Monroe?”

“Better once these stitches get out and youtell me I can go back to work or at least resume some activities.”See, wound tight.

“Someone’s not been a very good patient?” Thedoctor would see good if he didn’t get on with it.

“She’s not been too bad, doc. Just sufferingsome tightness in a couple places,” Crusher said and looked at meand smirked. Asshole.

“Nice to hear, means the skin is sealingclosed. Also tells me you haven’t had a lot of motion, which isgood, less chance of rupture by keeping the pressure off it.” Thedoctor looked down at my chart and I looked over at Crusher.

“But I need some motion, doc. I’m going tocombust if I don’t get any.” Crusher’s lips twitched.

“Well let’s get those stitches out then.” Ilaid back on the table and closed my eyes as the probing andprodding when on. It wasn’t long and he was finished and I wassitting up listening to him talk to me about therapy. “I will setup your therapy to start in two weeks. Though the incision arealooks great, you still need to take it relatively easy, the veinand muscle are on the mend but aren’t one hundred percent. I’llwant to see you back in two weeks also but after your first therapyappointment. If all goes well, we’ll see about getting you back tothe sheriff’s station. Until then, I’m recommending that continueon your leave.

“If you don’t have any questions, I’ll leaveyou to give the front desk your chart to get those appointments setup,” the doctor finished speaking and when I didn’t have anyquestions he was out the door.

“Baby, that was good news,” Crusher said andhelp me down off the table.

“I know it is. And I know I am lucky too.But, Crusher, with nothing to do I am going crazy.”

“Yeah, baby, we need to see if we can findyou an activity to do to burn off some of that energy.” I didn’teven respond as we stopped at the desk and got the appointmentcards from the reception and headed to the parking lot. Aftergetting in the truck it didn’t take long for us to get back to thehouse.

“I’m going to have a beer and if you so muchas tell me I can’t because I am taking pain meds. I swear, Crusher,I will get my gun and shoot you. I won’t even get sent to jail, itwill be written off as a sexually frustrated woman snapped andkilled the closest man, no female juror would convict me.” Crusherlaughed and reached in his pocket for his ringing phone. He lookedat the screen and hit the talk button.

“If you aren’t going to talk, then quitcalling my fucking number.” Crusher disconnected the call. “Baby,Sami is supposed to stop by, when she gets here I am going to runto Black Hawk and have Coast see what he can find out on thiscaller.”

“Have you gotten a lot of them?” I knew hehad gotten at least two while he was here taking care of me.

“About once a month for a couple months andnow it seems we are down to weekly. I don’t know who it is. Onetime a woman did ask if I was Russell Davis. But when I asked whoshe was and why she wanted to know she hung up.”

“Not a long lost girl friend?” I joked butCrusher just stared at me, walked toward me, and then placed a handon each side of my face. With his eyes locked with mine, he bentand his mouth met mine and the only thought I had was ‘don’t stop’as he devoured me. His tongue pressed in and met mine and ourcombined tastes were intoxicating.

Crusher’s hands moved from my face to traveldown my arms and back up. He rubbed down my back until he reachedmy butt and then he picked me up, the skirt I wore bunched up and Iwrapped my legs around him. He was gentle as he moved one of hishands off my butt to support my bad leg from underneath. Then myback hit the wall and he pressed his erection into my center. Ishifted my hips and he groaned into my mouth, followed by my ownmoan when he rotated his hips and the hardness of his jean-coveredcock slid across my panty-covered pussy and the friction only hadan orgasm building within me.

The kiss broke and Crusher began a journeydown my neck with his lips, stopping in the crease where my neckmet my shoulder and then his teeth scraped over my skin and Iexploded. The orgasm hit with such force it left me lightheaded, myvaginal wall contracting. I shook in Crusher’s arms and then beforeI could fully comprehend, I was up in his arms as he walked towardthe couch and sat me down.

I looked up into his eyes and the glow ofdesire reflected back at me. I reached for him, taking hold of thewaist of his pants, pulling him closer. I reached for the zipperand he placed his hand over mine, stopping my movement.

“I hear Speed’s motorcycle coming, and trustme we don’t have time.” He stepped back and my hands dropped. “WhenI get inside you again, it will be a while before I come out. Restup while I’m gone, you’re going to need every ounce of enduranceyou can gather.” The doorbell rang and Crusher opened the door andsaid hi to Sami as she walked in.

Crusher walked back to me and kissed myforehead. “I’ll be back in just a bit.” Then he was gone and Samiwas stood in front of me.

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