Page 11 of Absolutely Pucked
“I don’t even notice it anymore,” I lied. I did notice it. All the time. But I’d learned to ignore the sensation of the elastic digging into my skin.
His body shifted as he leaned forward, and then I felt hot lips pressed to my thigh in the small gap between the belt and my prosthetic sleeve. My breath stuttered in my chest, and I fought back the urge to beg for more because no one ever—ever—touched me there. Doctors barely did, and only when it was entirely necessary.
No lover had ever been brave enough. Not even the ones with the creepy fetishes.
“Do you want to take this off?”
I swallowed heavily. It would be a first for me. Something I fantasized about all the time but had never asked for. I finally made myself look down at him, and his expression was soft. Curious, maybe, but why wouldn’t he be? He seemed eager, but not in the way that made me feel like I was some kind of experiment.
“You said you’d done this before?”
He laughed, the sound raspy. “No. Not this. I’ve seen an…injury”—he said the word like he was unsure it was the right one—“a lot like this. But I’ve never…it wasn’t someone I wanted to, you know…” He trailed off and stared at me.
“Say it,” I demanded.
His pupils dilated, and his cheeks pinked. “Fuck. Someone I wanted to stuff full of my cock.”
“Jesus.” My hips fucked forward, and my dick grazed his chest. “I guess I feel special?”
He licked his lips and didn’t say anything cheesy like, “You are special, Ford.” Even if that was something I’d been craving to hear. But the look on his face was enough. His hands moved to cradle both my hips, and then his left one began to toy with the Velcro on the side.
“Let me.”
I was pretty sure, in that moment, there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could ask me that I would say no to. Well…okay. A couple of things. I didn’t want him to spit in my mouth or, I don’t know, shave my head or some shit. But too many things felt like fair game for the simple fact thathewould be asking for them.
Especially this. Especially getting fully naked and letting a stranger see me for the first time in so long.
Nodding, I eased back away from him and pushed his fingers out of the way so I could remove the strap. The belt loosened, then fell away, and my body felt like it was heaving a massive sigh. I didn’t usually get this kind of relief until the end of my day.
My leg was still firmly on my stump, but if I moved, it would loosen. I didn’t have enough limb to keep it in place.
“Hold my shoulders if you need to,” he said softly.
I did. My fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, and I twisted my body to the side. “Just…roll the sleeve down and set it to the side. It’ll come right off.”
I heard his swallow catch in his throat, and onceagain, I couldn’t look as he undressed more of me. My limb felt odd in the open air—I could smell the funky musk of the sock sweat, which was never pleasant, and there was a slight throb where my mass of scars convened as blood began to fill the space at the rounded edge.
“If I touch you?—”
“It won’t hurt,” I said, probably a little too quickly, but I wanted to get this part over with. “A lot of it is numb.” A lot of it was also severed nerve endings that sparked like lightning anytime they were touched, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I wanted all of the sensation. The pain, the pleasure, the feeling, the numbness.
I wanted to bask in it all.
He took another loud breath, and just as I felt brave enough to glance down at him, he set one hand at my hip, and the other cupped around the bottom of my limb. His fingers squeezed gently—like it was a stress ball—and it almost made me laugh because I did that shit all the time.
It was a strange comfort, which was even more bizarre because I was also turned the fuck on. His fingers danced over my too-sensitive skin, and then, without warning, he gripped me by the waist and tugged me onto his lap.
I fell too easily, my knee bending and pressing into the cushion beside him. We were less than an inch apart—so close he looked like he had four eyes instead of two.
“I have a confession,” he murmured.
Dangerous words, but I didn’t pull back. “Are yougoing to tell me you reallyarea serial killer after all, but you fell madly in love with me like Hannibal and Will?”
His lips twitched into something that might have been a smile without all that hair in the way. “I don’t understand half the things that come out of your mouth. And I don’t believe in love at first sight. Besides…do you really want that?”
“I could make an exception if it means you won’t kill or…probably eat me.”
“Probably?”
