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Six weeks! Same thing he said before, but I’d hoped the answer would be different. I couldn’t go on like this for six weeks.

Bou: Isn’t there something we can do to get it off now?

Doc: I can get him a removable cast. Not as good but will do in a pinch. Be there around one.

Bou: Perfect.

I unlocked the back door and let myself in through the kitchenette. As soon as I was inside, I heard a high-pitched whining sound. Following the sound, I found Wilde near my workbench with my jigsaw running. His casted leg was propped up on the bench.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I dashed over to the junction box and threw the switch. The shop noise died, and the saw’s whine wound down.

He pulled the trigger one more time, then looked over. His eyes narrowed and his free hand balled into a fist.

I put my hand on my hip. “Trying to cut your fucking foot off?”

“Need to get back on the road. Been here too long with too much shit waiting for me.” He dropped the saw to his side. “Turn the fucking electricity back on so I can cut myself loose.”

I walked over and took the power tool from his hand. “Doc’ll be here after lunch.” I huffed as I unplugged the extension cord and put it away. “He’s bringing a removable cast over at one. Hopefully it means you’ll be able to ride.”

I turned away from him. I couldn’t bear to look at his face and I didn’t want him to see mine. I didn’t think it would hurt so much telling him he’d have to go, but It felt like a rock had formed in my chest and I could barely get the next words out. They tasted like bile. “Then you can get the fuck out of my hair.”

A deep growl emanated from the man behind me, and before I could turn around on my own, his hand grasped my shoulder and spun me to face him. He caught me in his arms, our bodies pressed tightly together, fitting almost as if they were made for one another—a goddamn lock and key. My breathing hitched. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply; and on the end of the inhale, his eyes rolled upward. Lids squeezed shut. Long, dark lashes were something no man had the right to have, but holy hell were they sexy around those light blue eyes. Even with his broken leg and banged up shoulder, this man radiated power.

I was insane if I thought letting him go was going to be easy. We’d been circling this moment from the second he’d arrived at my place. All those brief touches and lingering looks had come to this. My resolve crumbled as he gazed at me with such ferocity I could barely stand it.

My mouth felt dry, and I licked my lips as he pressed his forehead to mine.

“You smell fucking wonderful, Bou.” He rocked into me, so that I absolutely knew the affect I was having on him. “Like oranges and spice and sex.”

I’d never heard the word sex sound so fucking hot. My mind told me to push away from him, but my body screamed with delight at the contact as I fought to catch my breath.

Push away, Bou! Do it. Now! I thought back to the commitment I’d made to myself earlier, but it was quickly disintegrating in my mind, blowing away like a tumbleweed in the wind.

Wilde lowered his voice even more, and I knew he’d been mild with me so far. Maybe the drugs had him acting unlike himself. He dropped his lips to my neck just behind my ear. I felt his words to my core when he said, “This little vacation has been nothing but a cock tease.” He grabbed my ass, pulling me into him and I let him. I wanted this. Despite my earlier reservations, there was no uncertainty now. His cock grew even harder behind his jeans and pressed enticingly, demandingly into my stomach.

Get a grip, Bou!

Finally, I lifted my hands and placed them both on his shoulders just above his biceps. He flinched slightly at the pressure on his right shoulder.

Shit! I’d forgotten about the bullet wound. I pulled back quickly, but he grabbed my hand with his free hand. A desperate little grunt escaped in my throat, betraying that I was trying to push him away.

I failed. My whole body was warring with itself. Push him away, pull him closer?

I dropped his hand, hating how god damned good it made me feel. This couldn’t happen. I needed to be strong. “What do you want, Wilde?”

“My hand is on your ass, Bou. What does it look like I want? I’m hoping that I want the same as you, but if I’m wrong I’ll walk away right now. Fuck it, I’ll get on Betty and ride away.”

We both knew that was impossible with the full cast, but it didn’t matter. He was asking me to make up my mind. If only it was so easy. “You were just trying to cut yourself free. How am I supposed to know what you think? A hard dick doesn’t mean anything.” My words, as acerbic as they were, helped to bring me back to reality—somewhat. But even I heard the bit of confusion entwined with that question.

“Then let me make it plain. I want you. I want you right now. Right here if I have to. I’ve barely been able to fucking control myself for the last few days. I know you want me too, no matter how much you keep trying to deny it.” He rocked into me again to emphasize the point. “And if you’re going to force me to stay here for another—what?—four hours, we can at least pass the time relieving some of this tension. If you don’t want this, just say no and put us both out of our misery.”

He gazed deeply into my eyes, waiting for one word from me.

I felt the taste of the word ‘no’ on the tip of my tongue and it was bitter. All I had to do was let it slip from my lips and all the questions that had been plaguing me for days would be answered. Just not the one question I really needed the answer to more than any other. What would it be like to feel Wilde inside of me, to feel his hand caressing my skin, to taste him? The seconds lengthened and I didn’t speak. I didn’t want to.

Wilde grabbed my chin and tilted it up then trailed his tongue up the side of my neck. Still holding my face, he looked at my lips then my eyes and gave me a wicked grin before he crashed his lips against mine. All the pent-up sexual energy we’d both been feeling, he brought to the kiss. It was almost as though we were at battle. He coaxed my lips and tongue then tried to destroy them, and all the while, he still held my chin. My stomach clenched, and my panties—shit, they were soaked. I pressed my thighs together to quell the rush, but I kissed back, answering the demand and fighting him as if I’d die without this, his tongue on mine, his lips moving against me, his beard scratching my face. Ho-ly-fuck-ing-shit, it was the best kiss I’d ever survived. Yes, survived.

Baaaddd idea, Bou, but oohhh soooo goooood. I gave into the heat and throbbing passion and wrapped my arms around his waist, wanting to dig my nails into his skin but grabbing a handful of his black tank instead. I pulled him to me with as much force as I could, urging him on. His hand left my chin and plunged into my hair, pulling it tight on my scalp and holding my head in place while he fucked my mouth. It was hell. It was heaven. It was the most confusing and best sensation ever. His heavy breath and mine melded.

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