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Of course, the fact that Robin was with me the whole time made it a hell of a lot easier to get through. That woman is my rock-- my angel.
Once I get the cane in hand, I reach back in and grab the garment bag that has my tux for Meadow's wedding this weekend hanging inside. I pat down my pockets and make sure everything else is accounted for, and then I close up the truck and head for the house.
I've lost a lot of the swagger I used to have, that's for damn sure. Hard to walk like you own the world when you're hanging on to a fucking cane to keep from collapsing. But nothing can stop me from whistling the light tune as I make my way up the porch and toward my front door.
All things considered; things could be a hell of a lot worse. If the worst I end up with is a limp and a cane, I'll take that any day, as long as I've got Robin by my side.
Not many women would have stuck it out through the last year. My girl deserves the whole fucking world on a silver platter and all I can offer her is a life up here in the mountains with my bossy ass and my crazy family trying to pawn their goats off on us-- and she wants it.
Patting down my pocket again just to double check that the little box is still there, I let myself in through the front door. Yanking my boots off and leaving them on the mat in the mud-room, I grab the tux in its zippered bag back up in my free hand and the cane that's become damn near permanently attached to my right hand these days and head into the house.
Angel isn't downstairs and I don't see her out on the back porch through the big, picture windows running the length of the living room. She must have taken my advice and gone up for a nap after I left.
Climbing the stairs, I hook the cane over my wrist and use the hand rail, trying to keep my steps light so I won't wake her. Taking care of me can't be easy, she deserves the rest.
Not that I wouldn't love to disturb her.
My thoughts immediately go dirty and my dick starts to swell.
Claiming Robin's sweet little body with my cock has been just about the only thing I can think of lately. I sure as fuck never thought it was going to take an entire goddamn year to make that woman mine.
Between the fire, and the accident, the recovery, and family coming and going the whole time I was able to be at the apartment with Robin and not giving us a minute of privacy, it's a been a long fucking year.
Then there was our last night in the city, when we finally got the place to ourselves and I was cleared for whatever the fuck I felt I could do. Turns out, I couldn't do the one damn thing I've wanted most since I first laid eyes on my angel.
Stopping on the landing at the top of the stairs, I take a minute to breathe deep and try to shove that memory out of my mind. That night was a fucking disaster.
Robin hasn't tried to touch me since and I can't blame her. But since we've been back home, I've been working on building the muscle control in my leg so the cramps don't take me out like that again.
The cane is for balance, not for strength. There's some severe nerve damage where the burns went through the muscle tissue. I've been working hard on managing the pain from that, but the docs say I might never be able to give up the cane.
Doesn't matter to me. Chief is working on finding a position that keeps me working down at the station, my sister is getting married this weekend and she's in on my plan to propose to Robin during the night, and come hell or high water, nothing is going to stop me from finally feeling Robin when she's coming all over my cock for the first time.
After I hang the tux up in the spare room, I make my way toward our bedroom door.
Soft moans and jagged breathing coming from the other side of the door make me pause before I push the door open.
Robin is spread out across my side of the bed, naked and squirming with her fingers between her legs, completely lost in her pleasure.
It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen and as much as I want to stand rooted here to the spot to watch her making herself come on her own hand, if I don't get a taste of her right fucking now, I will come unglued.
3
ROBIN
By the time I realize I'm not alone, it's too late to hide what I'm doing. I don't even have the sheet over me anymore, for fuck’s sake. The covers have gotten twisted and shoved back to my side of the bed, leaving my overheated body exposed; naked with my fingers working my clit furiously while I imagine Mesa doing it for me.
The sound from the doorway has my eyes fly open. Mesa stands there, his knuckles white from the tight grip on the hand of the cane at his side and heat burning hotter than any fire I've ever fought blazing in his dark eyes.
Before I can sit up or pull the covers across me, he's crossed the space between the door and the foot of the bed. The cane falls to the floor as his knees hit the mattress and then there's nothing I can do now.
"Let me help with this."
Mesa's voice is gravel and desire as he slides between my legs, his rough hands gripping my thighs to spread me wider as his mouth finds my core.
For a second, I try to push him away, worry slamming into me for his injuries, but when his tongue connects with my clit, my mind goes blank to everything but the sensation of his heat and the wetness of his saliva as it mixes with my own liquid need.
I was so close on my own already but as soon as my fantasies turn real, I'm spinning out of control.
