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“Too late.”
“No!” I scream.
I wake with a scream, the pain from the past is once again invading my present. But it’s not a bad thing. I need to remember that nothing good comes from being with a man.
Only broken bones and broken dreams.
My girls and I survived one. I won’t ever put them in that position again.
I don’t know that we could handle the effects from making that choice again.
One thing is clear, when Court calls today, I won’t answer. I can’t answer.
I have to let him go before I get hurt.
Again.
Chapter 7
Court
NO ANSWER
“This is Zelda of Wildflower Creations. I can’t come to the phone right now so please leave a message at the beep and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can… beeeeep…”
I’m not surprised Zelda didn't answer when I called. It is early after all, and we were out late. I couldn’t help myself. The minute my alarm went off and my eyes opened, I wanted—no, needed—to hear her voice. There’s something about Zelda Harris that is a game changer. And that kiss was something else. I’ve never wanted a woman more or tasted one as sweet for that matter. I can’t get her out of my head and I absolutely don’t want to.
I set my phone aside and throw back the covers. My cock is already hard. Well that’s inconvenient but not necessarily unexpected. I drop my legs over the bed and for the first time really look at the scars I haven’t noticed in a long time. What would Zelda think of them? Would she think them gruesome? Or would she soften, knowing that I carry my own scars much like I imagine she does as well? A woman as skittish as herself doesn’t come to be that way for no reason. Likely, someone gave her very good cause to be so. Either way, I can’t see her disliking me for such conceited reasons. Nothing about her that I’ve encountered so far comes close to suggesting that might be her reaction to the reminder of surgeries I suffered after my accident and the end of my military career.
I make my way into the small bathroom attached to my hotel room and flip on the taps in the shower, letting my brain wander over all the things that make Zelda unique, spectacular even. What that doesn’t do is calm my cock. Since I’m no longer a fan of cold showers and I can’t exactly meet a SAR team nor my film crew with a massive erection, there’s only one thing to do.
I push my boxer briefs to the ground and step out of them, gripping my length in my fist, trying to slow the southern blood flow but it’s no use. I step into the tub and let the hot water rain down around me.
My mind wanders to the sweet taste of her on my lips. The way her soft mouth molded to mine and the way her breasts pressed against me when she leaned in for more. The feel of her delicate hands on me and how I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around my hard length, stroking it like I am now, or her nails digging into my back while I drive into her wet heat, clutching me while she comes. Fuck, but I want to know what her climax tastes like on her lips or even while she comes on my tongue. I want to know everything there is about her. I want to give her more than anyone ever has before.
I brace my heavy palm against the shower wall while I work my shaft. My orgasm is so great as it burns through my body it feels like my legs might give out. I pump into my fist and squeeze my cock tight. I fuck my hand as my sack draws tight and I groan like an animal as hot ropes of cum paint the shower wall.
I catch my breath. I haven’t come that fast since I was a boy. Thankfully, no one is around to see my cheeks heat with my embarrassment, and I quickly shower and get dressed in my gear for the day.
I grab my heavy parka and check my phone before stuffing it in my pocket. No calls. I take the stairs down to grab a quick bite to eat before meeting the crews at the SAR outpost. They have a small base station at the local airfield.
I grab another cup of coffee to go from the setup in the lobby and pull on my coat before heading out into the chilly spring weather. I climb into my rental and head toward the airfield. When I park my SUV, there are several others already lined up in rows, including those of my crew. Right on time.
I climb down and pocket my keys as I walk into the office. Everyone seems to be looking anywhere but at Wyatt on one side of the room and Merritt clear across on the other. They, however, are glaring daggers at each other. Well, this should go smashing.
“Good morning, everyone,” I say as I move fully into the room.
“Well look who decided to join us,” Matt says with a smile on his face that I know from experience does not bode well for me. “And glowing too. You must have had a good wank this morning.”
Chuckles go around the room and I roll my eyes to distract from the fact that my face heats at his unintentionally accurate assessment of my morning. “Thank you for that glowing introduction. Are we ready to get started?”
“Yeah,” he says with a grin, the cheeky bastard. “I was thinking we could start with a group interview of the team… but maybe it would be better to go one on one…” Matt clearly doesn’t know what to do about the tension between Wyatt and Merritt. To be honest, I’m not sure either.
“Don’t go changing your plans on my account,” Merritt interrupts Matt’s rambling. “I’m fine. That is unless Wyatt’s delicate sensibilities are too put out to be in a room with me.”
“I don’t have delicate sensibilities,” he snaps.
“Then what do you call it?”
