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"Fuck, yeah." She ran a hand over my jeans, pressing against my cock. "I want you to come in my mouth while you fuck me with your tongue."
I groaned. "Dirty talk like that will get you anything you want." I winked. Then took off, leaving her standing there looking sexy as hell.
* * *
Clint waitedin the hospital foyer. He'd obviously been wheeled there by a nurse and left for me to collect.
"Hey, man. Nice set of wheels." I smiled as I approached my friend.
"Much safer than a two-wheeled vehicle right now." Clint shifted his eyes to his legs, rubbing the one that had been in the machine healing the last two weeks. He must still be in pain unless he was high on morphine.
"Is it bad?" I shouldered his bag and grabbed the handles of the chair. I'd parked in a disabled spot out front and didn't want a ticket, so we needed to get going.
"Yeah, it's bad. It'll be okay once I'm settled, but getting from up to down, or vice-versa is a bitch."
I eyed his leg in a cast right up to the thigh while we walked in silence out to the truck. It wasn't easy getting him in. I maneuvered the chair back as far as it would go, but even then, it was a squeeze that made him wince.
"Bet you won't ride in the rain again." I started the truck, anxious to get him home so I could get back to Lux. I had to stop myself and remember that Clint had been a good friend the last couple of years, and it wouldn't be right to drop him for a woman who came along.
"Not sure I'll ever ride again." He looked out the passenger window, and I flicked a gaze at him out of the corner of my eye.
"What do you mean?" I couldn't imagine ever not riding.
"The damage to my leg is pretty bad. The doctors aren't sure I'll have the strength in this leg to grip a bike properly."
Clint sounded miserable. "Nonsense. Seems like, with some time and physical therapy, you'll be back at it." I tried to shoot him a reassuring smile, but he still stared out the window.
After that, we drove in silence to his place. He wasn't in the mood for a pep talk, and I was unsure what to say.
"Home sweet home," Clint said. "At least I can have a beer here."
"Very true. You've got all the important stuff."
Somehow, we got him inside, and he collapsed onto the recliner in the living room. "Ah, that feels good."
I went to the fridge and got him a beer. Popped the top and handed it to him. "Your fridge is bare. I should probably run to the store for you." I didn't want to, but it was the least I could do for him.
"Don't worry, I've got beer, and I'll order a pizza. More than that is unnecessary." He closed his eyes a moment. Then opened them again, settling his gaze on me.
"What about breakfast tomorrow?"
"I have someone coming," he said. "But I'm not going to be back to work for a while."
I figured it was his girlfriend and didn't question who. "No? I thought you could just nip down to the garage tomorrow." I rolled my eyes and patted him on the shoulder.
"I feel bad. I should have listened to you, and now I'm leaving you in the shit. I know how you are with paperwork."
"Clint, seriously, bud, don't worry." I shifted my weight a little. "Actually, I've got someone in. She's been handling the office since you've been gone."
Clint's eyes narrowed. "You've kept that quiet."
"Not in a bad way." I wouldn't tell him how immaculate the office was or how organized. Nor would I share how much I loved having Lux there. "But as you say, I'm crap with paperwork. Even the day of your operation, I guessed it might be a while before you returned."
Clint grunted. Took a long sip of his beer. "I just don't want my system fucked with," he growled, and anger flashed across his features.
"Don't worry, it won't be," I lied.
His hostility surprised me. "I thought you'd be happy to have some time off. You can sit here and watch all the ball games you want to your heart's content."
