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The texts came from different members of the Drifters. Some of them were trying to convince him to stand in the Presidential election, and some of the others were glad hewasn’tstanding. Apparently, Dog had showed up to a club meeting, and had been welcomed back into the organization by the vast majority of the members. This made sense — he still had lots of friends in the club.
Rainer — eager to show that he wasn’t interested in the political runnings of the club, hadn’t even bothered to attend. It made sense, really — he had to look after Esme. But, for some reason, that wasn’t why he told Baron he wouldn’t be attending.
“Got too much on at the garage.”
He knew that if he told them that he was doting over Esme, the rumors would be hard to squash. It was, at least, partially true. He did have a lot of work to do at the garage. When he wasn’t at his place with Esme, he was there, trying to put some hours into the Knucklehead restoration. He was also fixing up Esme’s scooter, which was bent into a pretzel by the accident. It was a miracle that Esme hadn’t been hurt worse than she had been. Silly thing hadn’t even been wearing a damn helmet. Now, admittedly, Rainer didn’t wear a helmet either, but — somehow — that was different.
On the second day, of Esme’s stay, Doctor Young came by to check on his patient. He ran some tests, and to Rainer’s relief, he seemed to think she was doing much better. He decided that it would be prudent to remove the cannula in her arm, which was just as well, since Esme had been moaning about having to drag the bag with her to the bathroom whenever she went.
“I definitely prefer food, to just… arm juice, or whatever the drip is,” she said that evening, when Rainer brought her a burger for dinner. “You sure this is veggie?” she asked, holding up the limp-looking burger he’d gotten from BK.
“Positive. I checked a million times. Plus, I can tell.”
“How?”
He looked at his own burger. It was, in fact, pretty much impossible to tell them apart from just looking. “A man knows real meat.”
Esme snorted and copied him. “A man knows real meat.” It was a squeaky approximation of his voice.
“That’s what I sound like, huh?”
“That’s what I sound like, huh?” she parroted, giving him a mean look before biting into her burger.
Teasing aside, he was enjoying having her stay with him.
On the third day, Esme announced that she was feeling much better.
“I know the doctor said I should stay in bed for a whole week, but that’s just crazy! I’m feeling totally fine — like, back to normal. In fact, with the food you’ve been giving me, I kinda feel better than normal.”
Try as Rainer might to get her to stay in bed, she insisted. Finally, he called Doctor Young and asked what to do.
“Look, if she’s refusing to stay in bed, and you think she’s of sound mind, let her get up. If she has any issues, though, let me know. And then, I think, tomorrow, if there are no more problems, she can head back to her place.”
Rainer was excited but also disappointed to hear this. Life without Esme in his house would be much less colorful.
He managed to finish Esme’s scooter, and he brought it back to his place on the back of an old pickup he used for jobs like this. At the end of his workday, he returned home. When he opened the front door, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He was staring right at Esme’s perfect, peachy little ass. She was wearing the same tight black leggings she’d had on since she’d been staying with him, and she was bent over, with her hands stuck to the floor. Rainer felt an immediate rush of blood to his crotch as he watched the muscular shifting of her buttocks. Esme pushed down into her heels.
His mouth felt dry.
Fuck. Her body was incredible.
She hadn’t seen him, not yet. What if she turned around and spotted him? Much to his relief, he could see that she had her earbuds in. Obviously, she hadn’t heard him open the front door.
He should turn around. That’s what he should do. He should turn right around and walk out, before coming back in and making a heck of a lot more noise.
Why was he still looking? Why was he still imagining what it might be like to tear those leggings open? Why couldn’t he get the thought of running his tongue up and down the thin black fabric, letting her feel the warmth of his mouth against her tight pussy.
Holy fuck, this was bad. At least she hadn’t seen him.
“Are you interested in yoga, Rainer?”
Oh.
“Oh, uh, hi. I didn’t see you there.”
She moved her feet up to her hands so that she was bending over and touching her toes. Her head appeared between her legs, looking straight at him. She even looked gorgeous upside down.
