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l asleep outside in the sun. He’d become everything to me until he’d abruptly snapped me out of the daydream I’d been living.
So now I was committed to going out on a date with Deacon, the new sheriff in Great Falls. He was a nice guy and had asked me out a few times now, I had previously politely declined, so he’d been surprised when I’d messaged him to ask if he’d like to go out.
I’d felt stupid, but Blake had made me angry while breaking my heart, so it had given me the courage I’d needed. My feelings for Blake won’t just disappear overnight, but hopefully with Deacon’s help, they’ll evaporate eventually.
Stepping into the shower, I’m determined to wash away the stain of the evening so I can concentrate on moving forward, but that doesn’t exactly go according to plan. I have one foot in the shower when I hear a loud cry followed by a thud and bottles crashing to the floor.
What the hell is he doing?
I really don’t want to go and check on him, but my heart won’t let me settle until I know he’s okay.
Flipping the shower off, I turn and grab a large fluffy towel from behind the door and race through the sitting area, to Blake’s side of the suite. I rap my knuckles on his bedroom door. “Blake.” There’s no answer. I knock again in rapid succession. “Blake, I’m coming in.”
Hoping like hell he has clothes on, I open the bedroom door and not seeing him anywhere, I dash through to the bathroom, and gasp when I see him struggling on the shower floor. Of course I notice his undressed state and I blink to try and focus on helping him instead of drooling over his delicious body.
The bathroom is a wet room, which is as well, but it’s obvious he lost his balance while maneuvering to or from the chair.
Coming back to my senses, I dash forward. “Let me help you.”
His head snaps around and the look on his face sends a chill down my spine. “Get out,” he fumes. “I don’t need you.”
“I can’t leave you,” I stumble toward him, and ignore the hateful look on his face.
“Violet, just go.” He turns his face away. One hand holds him up on one side while the other tightens into a fist on his hip. “I don’t want you near me,” he hisses.
Tears cloud my vision and as easy as it would be to leave him, I can’t. I need to make sure he’s okay first.
I crouch over him from behind and immediately get soaked from the shower, and I’m close enough to hear the string of curses he lets loose before he turns to face me. “Violet, I don’t have any clothes on.” He hisses.
“You’re kidding right?” I shake my head. “You are aware, that I don’t wear glasses? I can see you’re naked.”
He tries to hold me away from him, but he’s in an awkward position and I manage to get in front of him. The full force of the shower now has me soaked as Blake tries to cover his junk with his hand. He isn’t as covered from my gaze as I think he’d like to be because the tip of his penis peaks out at the side of his wrist, just above his thumb. He curses and uses two hands to cover himself.
I snap my eyes closed and slowly count to ten before opening them again. When I do, Blake is still looking at me as though he’d love to wring my neck.
“Look,” I sigh, “I can’t go to my room without making sure you’re okay. I can’t leave you there, Blake. Please don’t ask me too.”
Something shifts in his gaze and then I see the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “Turn the shower off and pass me a towel, please.”
“Thank you.” I sag in relief, and do as he’s asked.
The towel is placed over his groin but I’m not sure it’s going to stay there when we move him. I keep quiet.
Making sure the wheelchair has its wheels locked, I once again stand over Blake, and with trepidation, I lean forward and slide my arms around his waist. The citrus scent of Blake hits me and I close my eyes while I enjoy the feel of him.
“God Violet,” he curses. “You’re soaked.”
I shoot my gaze to Blake’s and feel my face heat because my towel isn’t the only thing soaked. “Shut up,” I snap. “If you don’t want to spend the night on the floor, I suggest you cooperate.”
His eyes widen at my tone, and after he’s cleared his throat, he wiggles closer to his chair and helps me get him back into it, losing the towel over his groin in the process.
We’re both winded in the effort, but I sure don’t miss the thick erection he’s unable to hide, or the way it jerks with my gaze on it.
“Violet,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“You can’t blame me for looking.” I hide my embarrassment behind a cocky mask and raise a brow.
“Perhaps if you weren’t flashing me your tits and pussy, I wouldn’t be so fucking hard,” he snarls.
