I cupped her heel in the palm of one hand and gingerly ran my thumb over her arch. “I was just trying to clean it so I could see the damage before you woke up.” She gasped but it wasn’t a sound of pain. I looked away from her foot and saw that her eyes were locked on my crotch.
I could’ve been a nice guy and not commented, but that wasn’t my style. Maybe I was that man once upon a time before life dealt me one low blow after the other, but not anymore. I was brash, rough, and sometimes crude, but people knew where they stood with me. “He likes you too.”
Maegan’s eyes darted up to mine. “Holy fuck!” she said before she covered her face with both hands. “I’m going to die from mortification.”
“Why? Because you noticed my dick? I don’t feel a bit embarrassed for admiring your tits. They are fucking spectacular and you should be proud of them.”
“Oh my God!” Maegan said, but her body shook with laughter. “This can’t be happening to me. I must be unconscious in your back yard still.”
“Well, if this is a dream, I’d be helping you out of your pajamas to check to see if there are any other bruises or cuts that need my attention.” She peeked around her hands. I saw one eye narrow in a warning for me to not even think about trying it. “No?” I asked. She shook her head. “Fine.” I picked up the sterile wipe and cleaned her foot as delicately as I could, but she didn’t let out a peep. I suspected it was because she was too busy looking over my body to notice the pain. That wasn’t me being a conceded douche; I could feel her glance caressing over my skin so intently that it felt like her touch ghosting across my skin.
My dick couldn’t have gotten any harder if she whipped her shirt over her head and let me touch her girls. Okay, that was a bold-faced lie, but I was hard, and I wasn’t ashamed of the way my body reacted to her. Her uninjured foot moved a little restlessly against my thigh, giving me the impression that just maybe she was rubbing her thighs together in excitement. Damn, I wanted it to be so.
I wanted to look up her body until our eyes met, but I knew better than to chance it. She really did have a nasty piece of wood from the snapped limb embedded in her foot and deserved to have my focus there and not my obsession to know if she was bare beneath her pj pants too.
“I’m going to work the splinter out with a pair of tweezers. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
“I’m a tough girl. I can take…. Ow! Fuck! I thought you said work it out; not dig it out with a rusty pocket knife.” She jerked her foot out of my hand and sat back up again. “Give it to me,” she said, holding her palm out. I placed the tweezers in her hand and tried my best not to stare at her chest while she worked the sliver of wood free. Okay, so she was a lot more delicate about it than I had been. She flexed her foot and rotated her ankle. “That’s much better.”
“Let me clean it for you,” I offered. She wanted to argue, but for some reason I wanted to prove to her that I could be gentle and not just an overzealous klutz with big hands, eager dick, and a filthy mind. I wanted her to know that I did have some finesse, but I refused to entertain why it was important to me. She was just my neighbor, nothing more.
“Okay, but I’m watching you.”
I glanced up and noticed her eyes were not on my hands and what they were doing, but were instead raking over my body again. Damn, the girl was something. Whew! I needed to get my mind out of the gutter. A woman who smelled and looked as feminine as she did, probably wouldn’t appreciate the raw, gutter-like thoughts that came to my mind. I’d save that for after she left and could relieve the pressure building in my balls while fantasizing about a different turn of events for her visit.I have her cup of sugar right here. My cup fucking runneth over.Although, I was pretty sure I took a lot of liberties with that phrase from the bible.
“So, what brought you to my back yard?” I asked her.
“Someone left my gate open. Lulu escaped when I went upstairs to change into my pajamas after I got home.” She stroked her beloved dog while she spoke, and I imagined those long fingers with bright red nail polish working my dick instead. Damn, I had it bad, but then her answer finally penetrated through the lusty fog in my brain.
“Does someone often open your gate like that?”
My thoughts had turned suspicious, it must’ve been obvious to Maegan. “It was probably one of the neighbor boys cutting through my yard to get to his friend’s house. They don’t usually leave the gate open.” Maegan tipped her head to the side and studied me. “Do you always brandish a gun anytime someone enters your yard? And when did you install that horrible light with the motion sensor?”
“I’m a cop so suspicion is my middle name,” I replied. “I installed that light the first night I moved in. It pays to be cautious.”
“A cop, huh? Are you the new detective Gabe hired?” My surprise must’ve shown on my face because she just offered me a crooked grin before she said, “Small town. Everyone knows everything.”
“Good to know.”
“Anyway, thanks for not shooting me,” she said wryly. Her smart remark might’ve been partially responsible for my pressing the bandage against her foot a little harder than either of us anticipated. “Brute.” She let out a frustrated sigh as she inspected my nursing job. “Can I borrow that pair of socks to walk home in?”
“I can do better than that. Wait here.”
I half expected her to be gone when I tromped back down the stairs with a pair of slippers in my hand, because what smart woman wouldn’t have bolted in her place, but she sat on my sofa all wrapped up in my blanket looking like she belonged there. I made sure to shove that thought aside faster than I’d retreat upstairs to jerk off as soon as she went home.
“This is really kind of you to let me borrow these,” Maegan said as she slid her feet inside the fur-lined slippers my mom sent me for Christmas.
“No problem,” I told her. “How’s your head? Maybe I should check your pupils to see if they’re dilated.”
“I’m okay,” she replied, waving me off. “I know a concussion when I feel one, and that’s not the case here.”
“Been roughed up a few times?” I asked as she rose to her feet. She started to take the blanket off her shoulders. I couldn’t handle seeing her breasts again, and I didn’t want anyone else seeing them either, although I wasn’t sure who would be out and about on a cold night like that one. “Bring it back when you return my slippers.”
Maegan smiled in relief, and I knew that I had said the right thing for once that evening. She took a tentative step forward to test how her foot felt before she put her full weight on it. She must’ve been okay because she pivoted back around to face me. “I’ve had my fair share of collisions on the soccer field and softball diamond over the years,” she said in response to my question about her familiarity with concussions. Maegan looked down at her little dog and said, “Come, Lulu,” as she began walking toward the kitchen door.
“It was nice to meet you, Elijah. Welcome to Blissville.” Her voice was breathy again, sounding a lot like that cartoon character she wore on her paper-thin pajama shirt.
“See you around, Freckles.”
I shut the door behind her after she left and stood there for several moments. A wide smile spread across my face as I realized, that for the first time in my life, the reality of something—or someone in this case—might possibly turn out to be better than my fantasy.
