7.
S ANDI
When Rosie, Ajax’s niece, suggested we stay at her home and even offered to let me pay rent, I thought that was a wonderful idea and called Jewel to cancel the reservation I had for her friend’s place. Rosie had insisted that she’d feel better knowing that someone she trusted was at her place, and after she walked inside the house with me to get drinks, she admitted that she wanted her uncle to stay in her home to make it easier for him to connect with the rest of her family. I wasn’t sure why she thought where he stayed would matter in that regard, but I took her up on her offer.
My time in Rojo was limited to a few months, and I had no illusions that Ajax would stay for the duration of that. Even if he did, I wasn’t sure that we could manage not to kill each other during that time.
The man was sexy as hell and so maddening that I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to rip my hair out or rip his head off. I wavered back and forth, depending on the conversation between us.
The ride over had been enlightening, that was for sure, and I had a lot to think about. However, it hadn’t changed my mind. I hadn’t let him know it, but before we even left Red River I had decided to pursue a . . . something with him; not a relationship exactly, but maybe a friends-with-benefits situation. I had to admit that caring for him the last week had been eye-opening.
When he was having a rough time in his recovery, I felt that deeper than I’d ever felt for another patient, other than the rare times I’d helped care for small children who stole my heart every single time. For that reason alone, I avoided pediatric assignments and preferred to stick to emergency and family medicine. Working with Jewel in the family clinic she owned with some of her relatives and close friends would give me experience that would keep me on my toes, and even though I would encounter some children, I knew it would be for routine sicknesses and check-ups rather than major illnesses and more in-depth conditions.
I’d been in nursing long enough to know how to guard my heart, but there was something about chronically-ill children that I just couldn’t handle. I had made it a point to avoid working in those environments for the entirety of my career.
After my last assignment in a busy emergency room in a large city, I was glad to be starting a more sedate job at Parker & Hamilton to help me refill my battery and get some downtime.
However, I had a feeling that there wouldn’t be much downtime for the duration of Ajax’s stay in Rojo. If he had his way, I’d be spending plenty of sleepless nights with him, but they wouldn’t be all for nothing. Hopefully, they’d be filled with lots of orgasms and bedroom fun.
I just had to keep my mind set in that direction - it was all for fun and just for a little while. Nothing permanent.
I didn’t think I could handle another breakup and the heartbreak that almost always ensued. I was too old for that drama and had managed to avoid it so far. No sense breaking a good streak, right?
“So, this is Rosie’s house,” Ajax said sleepily from the passenger seat.
“I guess it is,” I said as I turned the truck off and unlatched my seatbelt. “You’re going to be stiff when we get out, so let me . . .”
“Atilla, I’m stiff every second you’re near me.”
“So full of shit,” I muttered as I got out. I could hear his booming laughter even after I slammed the door shut. Even though it was irritating to have him laugh at me, I had to admit that it felt nice to have someone so insistent that they found me attractive.
A girl could get used to that kind of attention.
I managed to make it around the truck before he got his feet to the running board and watched as he tried to figure out how he was going to step down. Finally, he sighed and slid out of the truck, holding on to the door frame when his feet touched the ground. I could see the pain on his face and was surprised that he didn’t make a sound.
He looked up and nodded at me, as if to say he was ready, so I took a step back to give him some room.
“You weren’t joking about my legs getting stiff,” he allowed as he walked with me across the grass. I heard him take another deep breath when we reached the porch steps, and I was surprised when he grabbed my elbow to stop me from going ahead. When I looked at his face, he was staring at the front door, just five steps up, as if it were Mount Everest. “I think I’m gonna need some help.”
“I can help you with those stairs, or I can open the garage door for you to walk in that way.”
I could tell how much it irked him to have to admit defeat, but he finally said, “Let’s try the garage route.”
“Good call,” I assured him as I jogged up the steps. I hurried through the house, found the door leading out to the garage, and then hit the button to engage the door before I walked over to him.
Without a word, I fit myself under his arm and walked with him into the house, ready to get him settled in bed before I gave him some more painkillers and let him recover from the hours of travel.
I had things to do, but taking care of him was my top priority right now.
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AJAX
The second I turned the water off, I heard music blaring from outside the bathroom. It was an old song but one I easily recognized, but that wasn’t what had me curious. I could hear Sandi channeling her inner hair band rock star, and I had to see what was going on.
Things had been relatively calm since yesterday when we arrived in Rojo. Of course, I’d think that since I had been in bed for most of that time, only getting up when Sandi insisted that I needed to move around so I didn’t get too stiff again.
She hadn’t been home this morning when I woke up, although she’d been nice enough to leave the coffee on for me. There was a note that said she was meeting Jewel for breakfast and then going to the grocery store, so I drank my coffee on the front porch and then went to take a long shower.
I guess she’d been gone longer than I thought because she was home now and putting on a concert just for me.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked down the hall as I dried my hair with another and stopped short when I walked around the corner and spotted Sandi in the kitchen.
There were grocery bags on almost every available surface, and then there was Sandi using a can of cooking spray as a microphone as she sang at the top of her lungs with her other hand making the universal sign for rock and roll.
When the chorus ended and the guitar solo began, she tossed the can onto the bar and played air guitar like her life depended on it and then ended with a fantastic drum solo before she started wailing again. Her lyrics turned into a surprised shout when she spun around and found me leaning against the doorframe, watching her.
“Don’t let me stop you, rock star! Keep the show going.”
Sandi just stood there, silently staring at me with her mouth agape for a few seconds, before her eyes slowly trailed down my body. As her roving gaze went lower, her eyebrows rose in question.
I might have just taken care of business in the shower while I thought about her, but that didn’t mean my body wasn’t awake and ready when her eyes stopped on the towel that was barely hanging on my hips. She swallowed hard but kept staring, and I couldn’t resist taking things a step further.
I hooked my thumb on the towel by my waist and tugged, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me naked in front of Sandi.
“Fuck! You’re a horrible temptation, and I hate your face,” Sandi muttered as she squeezed her eyes shut and let her head fall back. I knew that she was making a decision, warring with herself over whether she wanted to snap at me for standing here naked or take a chance on what I was offering, so I gave her time. Her “fuck it” rewarded my patience, as she looked at me with fire in her eyes.
The way she said it kind of made me feel like a poor decision. However, if I didn’t get her naked, I would probably combust, so I decided to take what I could get.
And when she ripped her shirt off and tossed it aside, I was very happy about that decision.
Sandi walked toward me, wearing only her bra and leggings, and I grinned when she slid her hands up my chest and then wrapped her arms around my neck.
She was staring intently into my eyes when she said, “This is a right here, right now kind of thing. No regrets, and no expectations.”
“Whatever road you want to take, Ratched. I’m just here for the ride,” I told her, not quite agreeing, but not willing to argue with her right now, even though that had become one of my favorite pastimes.
“Do you even know my name?”
“Does it matter?”
“Kind of.”
I put my lips near her ear before I said, “I thought women liked cute little nicknames.”
Sandi shivered before she said, “Some women do.”
“What else do some women like, Sandi ?” I murmured before I nipped her earlobe with my teeth. “What do you like?”
“I like that.” I trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone before she said, “And that works too.”
I made my way back up to her lips and gave her a lingering kiss, nipping at her lips with mine a few times before I went back in for another kiss. By the time I finished, Sandi had one leg up around my hips, so I leaned her back over my arm to give me better access to her neck again.
Suddenly, she asked, “Can I make a few requests?”
I lifted my head and stared down at her before I said, “If your brain is functioning well enough to make a list, then I’m obviously doing something wrong.”
“Not at all,” Sandi assured me. “However, I’ve been thinking of this for a few days now. It started that first night when you were all drugged up and hitting on me.”
“Sorry?” I asked, more of a question than an apology.
“No need to be sorry. Everything you mentioned sounded fantastic, and I’ve sort of added to all of that since then.”
“I’d love to fulfill every promise I made, but I’m sorry to say I don’t remember much about those first few days, so you’ll have to remind me.”
“You said you’d have to fuck me hard and fast to get it out of your system and then take your time the next few times.”
“And that sounded appealing to you?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“Well, far be it from me to deny you exactly what you want,” I told her before I lifted her up and spun her around to face the cabinet. I yanked her pants down to her knees and then put one hand between her shoulders to push her forward as my other hand directed my cock toward her pussy.
Sandi’s legs were bound together with her leggings, but that didn’t stop her from moving. She thrust her ass back and then gasped when my cock slid deep. I didn’t even have a chance to move before she was pulling forward again and then thrusting back.
I looked down to where we were joined, in shock at her boldness, but more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
That shock turned to laughter when she asked, “You gonna do some work here, buddy, or is it all me?”
“I’ll show you work,” I threatened, before I slapped her ass. She gasped but didn’t stop moving, and the growl I heard let me know that she was into it, so I slapped her other cheek before I held my hand over the spot to keep the heat in.
Every time I thrust my cock deep into her body, it pulled at my stitches, but I didn’t care. I needed this more than the medical care the woman had given me for the last week, and from the sounds she was making, I thought she might need it just as much.
I hooked a hand over her shoulder to stop her from bumping into the cabinet and then let my other hand drift around her hip so I could touch her clit. The second I did, I felt her start to clench around me. I groaned before I asked, “Are you on the pill?”
“It’s a little . . . late to . . . worry about . . . Oh shit!” she stammered between thrusts. Finally, she said, “Menopause.”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered before I slammed deep inside her and held myself there while I strummed her clit. It was killing me not to move, and the way she was wiggling against me was hell on my resolution to make her come first. I knew if I didn’t slow shit down, I’d leave her hanging, so I did everything in my power to avoid that.
“I need more,” Sandi said as she tried to pull her hips forward.
I pulled her away from the counter and squatted down for a different angle before I pulled out again. At the same time I thrust my hips forward, I slapped her clit, and she screamed loudly as she started to come. I did it over and over again, keeping rhythm with my hands and hips until she collapsed against the counter in front of her.
Finally, I thrust hard one more time and then let myself go deep inside her body with a loud roar. I rested against her back as I tried to catch my breath and slowly massaged her clit with my fingertips as she did the same.
When she moved her ass and hissed, I laughed but didn’t stop until she frantically whispered, “Too much!”
I stood up straight again, sure to keep my hips close to hers as my cock started to soften, and reached for a pack of toilet paper I’d seen on the counter. Once I ripped it open and pulled out a roll, I took some off and used it to clean her up the second I pulled out of her body.
She was still leaning forward on the counter, so I pushed her pants all the way down and pulled her shoes off before I took turns lifting her legs out of her leggings and panties and then unhooked her bra and flung it across the room, leaving her naked in front of me.
“That was fantastic,” Sandi said before she yawned loudly. “Now I need a nap.”
“Wow. What wonderful pillowtalk you have, ma’am.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a pillow, or I’d sleep right here.”
I looked around at the bags on the counter and saw a box I recognized and ran my palm over the handprint on her ass as I reached past her to grab it. When I had it in hand, I leaned down and kissed the same mark on her butt and then settled onto the stool behind me to eat my snack while I looked my fill at the naked art in front of me.
“What are you doing?” she asked without lifting her head.
“I’m hungry, so I’m taking care of that before I fuck you again.”
Sandi raised her head and looked my way before she burst out laughing. I leaned back against the bar behind me and felt something cold, so I twisted around to see what was in that bag before I let out a whoop. I put another cookie in my mouth as I reached for the container and muttered, “Hand me a spoon, will ya?”
“You’re just going to sit here naked and eat junk food?” Sandi asked as she pushed herself up to stand. I was happy when she reached over and pulled out a drawer to get me a spoon and even happier when I saw that she’d pulled one out for herself too.
“Well, I’m gonna eat some of this, and then I’m going to put a few spoons of it on your chest and lick it off.”
Sandi snorted at my intention but handed me a spoon before she used her own to scoop up a bite of the melting ice cream. “I hope this is as good as Jewel says.”
“You’ve never had this flavor before?”
“It’s chocolate, so I’m not sure that it will taste any different from any I've had before, but Jewel swears that . . .”
“You’ve never had Blue Bell ice cream?” I asked in shock.
She was just about to put the bite in her mouth when she shrugged and said, “It’s ice cream.”
I saw her eyes widen when the flavor hit her tongue and laughed as she dug the spoon in for another bite. “Yeah. Kind of like what we just did was plain old sex, huh?”
“You think you’re magical, huh?”
“I know you enjoyed yourself.”
She looked down at my now soft cock and said, “I was hoping for another round.”
I didn’t take offense. Instead, I shrugged and said, “A man my age needs a little recovery time, Ratched.”
“And sitting naked in my kitchen is the way to do that?”
“Makes it easier if we do,” I said before I dug out another spoon of ice cream. Before I lifted it to my lips, I looked around and asked, “Did you happen to get any other flavors?”
“All of my groceries are melting,” Sandi said sadly, but instead of getting up and storing things away, she just spooned out another bite. “There’s another flavor that seemed interesting, so I bought it too.”
“What is it?”
“Butter something.”
“Butter pecan?”
“No. Some kind of cake.”
“Butter cake?”
“Yeah. I think that’s it.”
“You got Blue Bell Butter Cake ice cream, and we’re eating chocolate?” I asked in outrage as I shoved the container toward her and started sifting through bags. “Are you mental?”
“I’m sitting here eating ice cream, buck naked, with a man I barely know. Obviously, I’m mental.”
“Found it!” I cheered when I pulled the other container out of a bag. I popped the lid off and scooped out a bite before I held it toward Sandi. She opened her mouth, but instead of giving it to her, I tipped the spoon up so that the melting ice cream hit her breast. She gasped, and we both looked down to watch the bite slide down and hang on her nipple for a split second before it fell. As I leaned toward her, I grinned and murmured, “Oh, damn. I made a mess.”
Sandi gasped as I pulled her nipple into my mouth, but I felt her arm move. When I looked up at her, I let her nipple go and smiled when she pushed me back. Around a mouth full of ice cream, she mumbled, “My turn.”
“For what?” I asked as I leaned back in my chair and stuck my spoon in the container for another bite.
I never got the bite because my entire body clenched when her ice cold mouth wrapped around my cock. I gasped as I dropped my spoon and grabbed her hair and then moaned when she swallowed the ice cream and started sucking on my quickly hardening cock.
I enjoyed her efforts, her mouth warming around me quickly, until she pulled back and asked, “Have I told you how much I like ice cream?”
I made a garbled sound as she stroked my length up and down, and Sandi laughed. She was still laughing as she spooned another bite into her mouth and leaned forward again. I dropped the bite from my spoon on her back and tried to focus on its path down her spine, knowing that I’d follow that trail shortly.
“Ratched, I’ve never liked ice cream more than I do right now.”