Page 35 of Dr. Sexypants

My cock was positive it’d been the wrong decision.

But I knew if I’d gone inside, she’d never agree to have dinner with me. A reverse “why buy the cow” if you will. More like, “why buy the bull if the stud fee is free”?

I wasn’t a prude—far from it. But there was just something about Kristy Blanchard that made me want more than just a roll in the hay.

By the time I punched in the code for my front door, I was comfortable with my decision. Now I just needed to figure out how to get that date with her.

But my dick was still pissed.

“I’ll take care of you in the shower tomorrow morning, little buddy,” I promised as I slid my pants off, then sat down on the bed, and released the suction valves to take off my silicone legs.

Fuck that feels good.

I rubbed my knees and groaned out loud.

A girl where I get my prosthetics done said it must be the equivalent of taking off a bra after a long day at work. My titanium legs were more comfortable, so I usually wore those, especially at the hospital. But tonight I had felt like I needed my more realistic looking ones.

I wasn’t sure why.

Using my customized mechanic’s creeper, I wheeled myself into the closet to put the prosthetics away and grabbed my sleep-shorts while I was in there.

As I slid across my tile floor, I wondered what Kristy would think if she saw me like that.

But I wasn’t sure she ever would.

No one ever had.

Other than medical and military personnel, the only people who even knew about my prosthetics were my parents, because they’d been with me at the hospital in Germany, and whoever else they’d told—even though I’d asked them not to, and the few out-of-town hookups I’d had where I’d actually gotten naked in a hotel room.

Most of the women had been cool with it, but one had been a little freaked out at first, even though I’d told her before we’d even left the bar. I always made sure to warn them up front.

But without fail, there’d always be sympathy the next morning along with treating me like I was unable to perform basic tasks, like picking up my pants off the floor. Even though I’d rocked their world the night before.

I fucking hated that.

I never wanted Kristy to view me as incapable.

Maybe I should just do the occasional hook up with her, so I could leave my pants on like I had the first time.

Switching the lamp off, I decided to worry about it in the morning when I’d be thinking clearer after a good night’s sleep.

Except that didn’t happen.

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I’d just dozed off when my doorbell rang, followed by Bam! Bam! Bam! on my front door.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and pulled up my doorbell camera. There stood Kristy with her blonde hair piled on her head, wearing a pink pajama shorts set.

“Hey!” I said through the speaker. “Is everything okay?”

“No! I need to talk to you.”

I didn’t notice her Mazda in the driveway or on the street.

“Did you walk here?”

“Yes! I don’t trust that I’m able to drive yet.”