Chapter 6
SIX
HUNTER
Marco clucked his tongue as I wheeled him back into the VA building the next day.
The shipment of weapons had come in earlier without a hitch, so I was happy that I was able to grab Marco with enough time to make his appointment.
At least he wasn’t resistant to going back there, and I had a feeling that Kylie had something to do with it.
She had managed to make him feel comfortable without acting pitiful.
She had treated him with respect, and he had been able to sense that she genuinely wanted to help him.
Kylie Aston was definitely good at her job.
Marco pushed open the door of the physical therapy room with his foot, and I saw Kylie instantly. She was standing over her desk, reading the ledger she had been writing on the previous day, and once again, I felt an electric shock run down my spine when I saw her.
She looked up when she heard us enter then shut the ledger closed with a thump. The action made some of her curls fly in front of her face, and I couldn’t think of anyone else who had looked this beautiful before.
Kylie was in the same scrubs as the previous day.
Nothing was different about her appearance other than the color of the shirt that she was wearing underneath.
Her green eyes looked brighter, less tired today, and maybe I was imagining it but there was more color on her lips, like she had put on a colored lip gloss today.
Was Kylie trying harder with her appearance?
Now that she knew I was going to turn up?
There was no harm in fantasizing, I thought to myself.
She had the same kind smile on her face as she walked towards us.
“How are we doing today?” she asked in her genuinely polite tone, and Marco smiled at her. I realized that Marco was smiling more now since he had met Kylie. One of the other positive effects she was having on him!
“Are we ready to get started? I don’t want to keep you too long,” Kylie said as she took the control of the wheelchair from me and walked Marco towards the levers.
I noticed how she hadn’t greeted me and how she was trying to avoid my eyes.
I was getting the sense that Kylie was trying to keep her distance.
She was resisting her attraction to me, which only made me want her more.
I stood at the back as I watched the two of them together.
Kylie helped Marco out of his wheelchair and onto the levers.
Just like the previous day, Marco had to put in his full force to be able to balance himself using the levers, but he wasn’t giving up yet with Kylie encouraging him to take the steps, one at a time.
Marco was clearly in excruciating pain, but I knew that he was a fighter.
The fact that he was pushing himself so hard definitely had something to do with Kylie.
I knew that he wanted to impress her, for her to think more highly of him, so if that was going to help him get better, then who was I to divert his attention from her?
After all, didn’t I want my friend to get well?
But the more I watched Kylie, the more I couldn’t help hoping that she would look at me again. She was concentrating on her patient, though; she had barely looked at me once since I arrived, and I could feel myself getting desperate for her attention.
I thrust my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I stood there. There was nothing else for me to do but to stare at her. I had to have her. I was going to burst at the seams if I didn’t do something about it. I had already endured one entire day of thinking about nothing else but her.
Even when I went with Gunner and Tank to the warehouse, to take care of the shipment, I felt like a zombie doing work mechanically.
If I was hungover, I couldn’t feel it. If I was bored, I didn’t know it.
All I could think about was how angry my cock was that I wasn’t inside her.
It was like my crotch had a mind of its own, and it had taken complete control over the rest of my body and mind.
I saw Kylie and Marco laughing. They had fallen into a natural comfort in each other’s presence as they worked.
The more I watched them, the more I could see the marked difference in Marco’s demeanor.
The man wasn’t as enraged as he was ever since his injury.
Neither did he look depressed. He spoke casually, making jokes and flirting with Kylie.
As glad as I was that he was in the capable hands of a therapist like her, I also couldn’t help but want her at the same time.
This wasn’t just about Marco anymore; this was also about my cock and I what wanted. And we wanted her.
I had no idea how long I’d been standing there, staring at her move and work.
It was only when she started helping Marco onto the wheelchair and began bringing him back towards me that I looked at my watch.
Twenty minutes had just flown by, and I had done nothing else the entire time other than stare at Kylie and fantasize about her.
“Just one day and your friend is already making amazing progress,” Kylie said in her usual airy light voice, and I felt my cock move in my pants again. In his wheelchair, Marco was beaming at me, too.
“Kylie’s signed me up for a support group,” Marco’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and when I looked at him, I saw that he was still beaming.
Marco agreed to go to a support group? It was as ridiculous as flying pigs.
He must have seen the shock on my face, because he tried to justify his actions immediately.
“Kylie thinks it will help me cope. There’s one in half an hour. Will you drop me there, man?” he said, and I shrugged my shoulders.
“If Kylie thinks it’ll help,” I said and looked at her. She had been staring at me, because now her cheeks flushed, but she held my gaze.
“Marco needs to surround himself with people who will understand what he’s going through,” she explained. “Not that you’re not being an immense help to him already,” she was quick to add, and I nodded at her.
“I know my limitations,” I said to her, and Kylie looked away from me and toward Marco again.
“I’ll see you in a couple of days, Marco. Take care of yourself,” she said to him, and Marco already started wheeling himself out of the room, leaving me behind. I couldn’t drag my gaze away from Kylie, especially since she was looking at me, too, almost like she was trying to tell me something.
I wanted to tell her something, too, that I wanted to fuck her, that I wanted to know just how tight her pussy was. Kylie’s lips fell open, and a glazed look came over her eyes. It was like she could hear everything I was thinking and agreed with it all. She wanted exactly what I wanted.
Turning on my heels, I followed Marco out of the physical therapy room. I had managed to stop myself just in time from saying more than Kylie needed to hear.
“What are you doing?” Marco asked me when I joined him outside. He was wheeling himself without any help from me, and he tried to keep pace with me as I hurried towards the doors of the building. I felt like I was about to burst. It took every ounce of strength I had to not grab Kylie and kiss her.
“What are you talking about, man?” I asked him without looking at him as I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.
“You look like you’re going to get blue balls if you don’t do something about this shit storm you’ve created for yourself,” Marco was zooming himself with me, and we both burst out through the doors of the VA.
I needed the fresh air; I gulped in a lung full.
Blue balls? I had never known what that felt like before, but clearly Marco did.
“I’m driving you to your fucking group meeting thing, whatever it is,” I snapped at him in frustration and immediately regretted my tone. Marco clearly had bigger problems in his life than I did. All I was going through was a desperate need to fuck a woman I couldn’t have.
Marco, however, seemed unaffected by my tone of voice. He followed me to the car, and I popped open the back door to help him in. When he sat down on the seat and I was about to shut the door, he stopped me.
“Just drop me there and get back here, Hunter,” he said with a look of complete seriousness on his face.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked him in a quieter voice now.
“You know exactly what I’m saying, Hunter. The two of you would have ripped each other’s clothes apart if I wasn’t in that room,” Marco said with a smirk now, and I ran a hand through my hair again.
“She’s your therapist,” I told him, gripping the car door tightly with my hand.
“Does that matter?”
“She’s supposed to help you get better. I don’t want to screw this up for you,” I told him, glaring Marco in the eye. He let out a small laugh then shrugged his shoulders.
“You are both adults. I’m pretty sure the two of you can handle a quickie without letting me meddle in it,” Marco said, the laugh still lingering in his voice. I shut the door on him and got into the driver’s seat.
As I started the car, I could see Marco staring at me, the grin still on his face as he watched me.
“Just get back there, Hunter. She wants you. All she could do was keep herself from looking at you the whole time. Maybe she’ll work better once she’s been laid,” Marco said with another laugh, and I wanted to snap at him again, threatening him to not speak of Kylie that way. But I remained silent.
What I was feeling for Kylie wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with Marco or anyone else.
I was at war with myself over it. My need for Kylie was reaching a level of obsession, but I knew Marco was right.
I had to have her for this to be over. Even just a quick fuck would do; I just needed to feel her body. But if she didn’t want it…