Page 10 of Ride 'Em Hard
She reaches for his hand and squeezes it. “Thank you,” she coos.
The effect of her soft sexy voice goes straight to my balls. My cock swells, pressing against my jeans. I think this is the longest I’ve gone with a perpetual hard-on and no relief.
“I really appreciate you taking the time to look at it,” she says sweetly. “I don’t know if it’s broken or what.”
“Let’s get to it then. C’mon now.” Doc leads the way to the back bedroom where he snaps on a light. “Set Lexi down there,” he says, pointing to his neatly made bed.
After settling her on the bed, I step back and observe, but Doc doesn’t do anything. He just gives me a once-over, apparently trying to tell me something, but what?
“Aren’t you going to give the young lady a little privacy, Chase?”
“Right.” But I don’t want to leave.She’s mine.The thought rushes through my brain.Mine.I steal a quick look at Lexi before reluctantly leaving the room. The surge of protectiveness I feel for her makes my blood boil. I have no business feeling this way, but if it were any other man telling me to leave Lexi with him in a bedroom, I swear I’d punch his face.
I storm through the living room, careful to not slam the door behind me when I leave the cabin, needing fresh air. The sun’s starting to set, so I work off a little steam and kill some time with Angel. After brushing her down, I turn her in for the night.
When I get back to the house, they’re in the living room. Doc’s parked on his old green couch, and his sexy-as-hell patient is kicking back on the big lounger. Lexi’s got the contraption tilted down, with her head all the way back, her ankle taped up and elevated on the attached footrest.
She looks up at me and locks on to my eyes. The look brings me to my knees. Then she drops her gaze. At her angle in the chair, she’s eye-level with my aching cock.
Did she just lick her lips?
I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but I can’t help it. Shit. I remind myself there’s a crutch propped against the wall behind her. She’s injured, and I’m having filthy thoughts of us banging and pounding each other with everything we’ve got.
I distract myself for a second and turn away to grab a chair from the kitchen table. I set it between her and Doc, and my eyes go straight to her beautiful tits.
“Nice T-shirt. When’d you go to Notre Dame?” My eyes roam down her long bare legs and back up. I don’t think she’s wearing a bra, because I can see her nipples through the fabric. My cock’s ready to explode and come all over her.
Lexi sends me what I think is some sort of lazy, sexy grin, and I’m ready to throw her over my shoulder and drag her off to the barn so Doc won’t hear us fucking our brains out. But before I can double-check, see if I’m getting the signal I think I am from her, Lexi turns to the man of the hour. “Doc used to play for the Fighting Irish. Thanks again for letting me wear it.”
Doc leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “I tell ya, that shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
Damn right it does.
***
AT DINNER, I HAD TOfight the urge to excuse myself and jack off in the bathroom, because damn, I need relief. I’m so fucking horny I don’t know how I got through Doc’s famous spaghetti and meatballs without coming in my jeans. She seemed relaxed, chatting it up with Doc through most of the meal.
Maybe Lexi’s in a good mood now she knows she didn’t break her ankle and only sprained it.
Maybe she was as hungry as I was and it felt good to have a full stomach.
Or maybe she wants to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck her.
One thing’s for sure, though. I’m not going to make it through the night without touching her.
I sit on the couch with Doc, and I can’t take my eyes off Lexi.
“Thank you for a delicious dinner, Doc.” She uses the crutch to hop over to us from the kitchen. “Is the extra bedroom back there?” Lexi points to what I know is a closet.
“I’m afraid there’s only one bedroom here, darlin’.” Doc gestures with his stubbly chin to the room he treated her in.
She seems a little dazed. “So...” Her eyes scan the place. “I’m sleeping... where?”
“You’re in the guest cabin.” He points out the window behind him. “Out there. It’s got a little fire stove in case it gets chilly. You’re probably feeling tired right about now. You’ll need to watch her, Chase.” Doc hauls himself off the couch.
Of course I need to watch her. What does he think I’ve been doing all night? But I have to ask, “Is there something I should be watching for?”
Lexi readjusts the crutch under her armpit and hobbles to Doc. “Why does Chase need to watch me? Is something going to happen? I felt a little funny at dinner, and I’m a little wobbly now.”
