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“It will be easier to clean if you lie down,” I say. He nods and gets back on the table, leaning on his right arm to lower himself, then rolling onto his back.
His legs are just as muscular as the rest of him. He’s got those nice quad muscles running from his knees up under his shorts, and even his calves are defined.
I clean and dress the wound on his leg the same way I did for his arm. As I wrap the bandage around, I feel my breath catch when I get to the space between his thighs, but I somehow manage to finish and secure it without touching his skin.
I almost thought he had fallen asleep, until he sits up.
“Do you have any other clothes with you?” I ask him.
“No.” He shakes his head.
“I think I have some extra culinary pants.” I head to the storeroom next to the office and dig around until I can find the largest pair we have. I bring him back the baggy black and white chef pants. He eases into them, but they’re a bit too short. He looks like he’s wearing a pair of retro workout pants.
I stifle a laugh when he looks up at me with a questioning look.
“They work!” I laugh.
When he sees me laughing, his smile turns into a grin, and he laughs, too. It’s actually quite cute.
6
RAF
I hadto fight not to get hard while Caroline took care of me. Her face close to mine while I lay bleeding on the ground almost sent me into shock. Then she took her apron off, and the thin gray shirt she wore underneath clung to her body, revealing the outline of her breasts. She helped me undress and put her hands on me. But the killer was when she looked up at me from her knees.
Fucking hell, I want to see her like that again.
Each time I felt that pleasant heat begin to rise, I forced my attention back to the pain radiating throughout my arms and legs. So much so that I came close to passing out. But that’s the only way I could keep myself from being noticeably aroused with Caroline touching me and undressing me. If I didn’t have the pain as a distraction, things would have gotten indecent.
Now that I’m bandaged up and I’ve got something more than thin underwear covering me, I can relax more.
When I see Caroline laugh and smile, her dimples becoming more pronounced, I’m relieved she didn’t smile until I had these ridiculous pants on. It’s dizzying. I feel the muscle behind my balls release and a rush of blood go to my cock. She’s fucking beautiful. Fortunately, the baggy pants hide just enough.
“We should get your door fixed before you leave here. Do you have any tools or scraps of wood?”
We look through the small storeroom together. Caroline finds a battery-powered drill and some boxes of screws. Tucked into the corner, I find two pieces of plywood that look just the right size for the door. I limp out to the front and find that the boards fit perfectly over the glass opening.
“Huh. It looks like your uncle has already had to do this.”
I wince as I kneel down to put screws through the plywood. Caroline holds it against the door. “How long have you worked here?” I ask.
“Actually, this is my first day.”
I stop drilling and give her a puzzled look. “Really?”
“Yeah. I was living in LA. When my aunt told me my uncle was missing, I decided to come help her. Keep this place running. If I can.”
“Did you grow up in LA?” I ask.
“No. I moved there after high school. I grew up here actually. In Devil’s Pocket. My aunt and uncle raised me.”
She looks down when she mentions her uncle. I almost ask her how it feels to be back, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of her answer. Instead, she asks me a question. “What about you? Have you always lived here?”
“Mostly. Grew up in Queen Village. Came right back after I left the military. What were you doing in LA?”
“I went to culinary school there. Then I just kind of stayed.” Caroline kneels down with the dustpan and sweeps the pile of glass into it. “I think I just needed to get away from Philly. Or at least I wanted to try living somewhere else.”
I nod and follow her to the back to put the tools away.
