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“Do you want me to bring you some dinner?”
“Not hungry, killing someone doesn’t really leave you with much of an appetite. Thanks anyway.”
“Well, okay,” she says the words looking a little sad. “I’m going to check on everything at the bar and I’ll be back in a bit.”
I take her hand in mine, “Thanks, Lara. I don’t mind telling you…I was a little scared there for a minute.”
She stares at me for a moment before she says, “Me too,” then surprises me when she leans down and gives me a tiny peck on the lips. “I’ll be back soon.”
My instinct was to hold her to me, but where Lara’s concerned, after our conversation this morning, I have no idea what she’s thinking. She might just be showing concern.
When she leaves, I’ve got nothing to do but lie back and try to distract myself with some late night television.
It’s a hell of a thing, taking a man’s life. One minute he’s there, the next…everything he is, was or ever will be…is snuffed out of existence.
I try to not to think about it and watch the news instead. There’s plenty of even more terrible shit happening in the world.
I try not to watch the news very often. It’s all the worst that humanity has to offer wrapped up in sensationalism…but tonight, it almost takes my mind off things.
Lara comes back about an hour and a half later looking freshly showered and dressed in a big t-shirt—it’s the one she sleeps in.
“Hey,” I greet her. “How’s it going out there?”
“Everyone’s gone home. They cleaned up. Stacey stopped serving drinks after the complimentary round…out of respect. It turns out those three guys were lying. Theydidcheat that guy,Bob.”
“Fuck.”
We’re silent for a moment, till Lara sits down on the bed and asks, “Is there some kind of lesson here or something?”
I hesitate to answer, then decide I should be honest. “I think the lesson is that life is mostly random bullshit, so we should make it count for something. Keep those you care about close to you and do the things you love.”
“Sounds about right.”
“You know, being in the army, I saw guys die from stupid mistakes as often as they did from being shot at. We’re grains of sand on an infinite beach. We’re ants…and fate is a size twelve boot. The only meaning life has is the one we give it. That’s the lesson.”
“You know,” she looks at me very seriously. “I pretended I wasn’t scared when you fell down after all that gunfire, but I was. I was really, really afraid for you.”
I give her a reassuring smile, “You don’t have to worry about me. I’ve seen more action than anyone in this MC. It’ll take a lot more than a stray bullet to take me out.”
She doesn’t look convinced.
I try a joke, “Honestly, the only thing I’m worried about is whether my dick still works.”
A naughty smile crosses her face, “You know, as your doctor, it’s my duty to alleviate any concerns you might have.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah,” she kicks off her slippers and crosses her legs on the bed. “I’m going to have to give you athoroughexamination.”
She reaches into my boxers and takes hold of my cock, gently tugging at it…caressing and stroking. Gunshot wound or not, it doesn’t take long for it to come alive.
“See?” Lara says with a smile.
She pulls down my boxers halfway and my cock springs out. She spits in both her hands, then greases me up and starts pumping and stroking…slowly and gently.
The way she pulls her cupped fist over the head is perfect. She definitely knows her way around the human anatomy.
She spits on my cock and keeps pumping and stroking with her right hand, while she cradles and rolls my balls around with her left.
