Page 10 of Wrecked

“Sorry, no. The hospital was short-staffed this evening, so she picked up an extra shift. But I’ll be sure to tell her you called.”

We chat for a while longer about how things are going for her at work and my new job. She promises to come visit me as soon as she can. Rachel, too, if they can manage to get time off the same week. They work at the same hospital in Dayton.

After we end the call, I watch TV for a while, and then I get ready for bed.

As I’m lying naked in the middle of a huge-ass king-size bed, with the lights off and the curtains open just enough to let in the ambient city night lights, I close my eyes and remember what Cooper asked me in that deep, gruff voice.

Have you ever kissed a man?

Did you like it?

I grab the bottle of lube I brought with me and slick up my palm. I’ve been in a state of low-level arousal all day, ever since meeting Cooper. My mind carries me away with fantasies of being with Cooper. Of being at the center of all the intensity I glimpsed in him before he pushed it aside.

As I grasp myself firmly, I hear his voice in my head. I can picture his hands—those rough, masculine hands—on me, doing delicious things to me. He’d be a demanding lover. And the fact that he’s probably close to twice my age is a sheer turn-on.

I stroke myself, slowly at first, groaning at how good it feels. Then I speed things up, my fist rising and falling, from crown to base, squeezing. My thumb brushes over the tip, catching my pre-cum and spreading it around. My eyes are closed, my breath fast and heavy. I picture his hands on me. His mouth on me, making me writhe and moan.

He’d put me on my hands and knees, or maybe make me lie face down, or bend me over the table. He’d prepare me with his long fingers, stretching and teasing me. He’d lube himself up, and then he’d be inside me, pressing in, demanding, making me gasp at first, and then pant and groan and maybe even whimper at the size of him, because I bet he’s big.

My balls tighten as heat runs down my spine. When I come, hot and furiously, a thick rope of creamy cum paints my belly. I haven’t come so hard in a long time. I haven’t been with anyone since my accident.

My hand slows as I milk my cock to eke out every drop. My heart pounds, and my chest rises and falls like I’ve just completed the Ironman Triathlon.

After cleaning up, I crash in bed. My last thought before sleep pulls me under is,When am I going to see that silver fox again?

Chapter 4 – Sam

Saturday morning, I get a text message from Shane, asking me if I’m at the hotel. When I tell him yes, he says he’s sending over a courier with my employment documentation, which I need to read, sign, and return to the office on Monday at one o’clock for a new hire orientation. He tells me there will be a sign-on bonus in the package, as well as keys to my apartment, which is ready anytime I want it.

Cool. I officially have my own apartment in Chicago.

And I’m getting a sign-on bonus, which is news to me. Shane didn’t mention that yesterday.

Thirty minutes later, there’s a knock on my hotel door. When I look through the peep hole, I find a uniformed delivery person on the other side.

“Hey,” I say as I crack open the door.

An older man asks, “Are you Sam Harrison?”

“Yep.”

He hands me a padded envelope. “This is for you, sir, from McIntyre Security.”

“Thanks, man.” I close the door and go sit on the bed to open the envelope. Inside is an employment agreement I have to sign, a keyring with two keys on it, and a check, made out to me, for ten-freaking-grand!

No effing way!

There’s a handwritten note clipped to the check.

Welcome aboard, Sam.

This check should help you settle in and make Chicago your new home.

– Shane

After I scan the check to deposit it via my banking app, I get ready to go check out my new digs.

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