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just you wanting to check out the life of a paramedic.”
I watch her process the pros and cons. “Okay, that sounds fun, I’m off work tomorrow. But don’t you have to be there early?”
“Yep, six o’clock, but I usually grab breakfast on the way to the station at around five. Sure you’re up for it?”
“Of course, I’m used to getting up early. Not that early, but by six anyway. I do have class at two. I’ll need to be finished by one.”
“That can work. Mornings are usually slow. Maybe an accident, but you can leave anytime you need to.”
That smile again brightens her entire face. “Perfect. Where do you want to meet?”
Your kitchen, is what I want to say. My limbic brain is pissed as hell I didn’t take advantage of her vulnerable state. “How about Pancake Palace? You like pancakes?”
She gives me a ‘duh’ look and bobs her head up and down. Mmm… shit. I gotta get out of here, everything she does is erotic.
“Great. Pancake Palace at five.”
I move to step past her, but she steps in the same direction. I stamp on her bare toes and she wails.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Laughter and concern clog my throat. I grab at her and end up with a hand full of tit. Pulling my hand away like I was scorched, I laugh harder.
“You okay?” She’s on the floor, holding her toes in her hand, laughing and cursing at the same time.
“Cut it off. Cut it off.” I know she’s joking, but I also think there’s a good chance it’s broken. I centered it with my entire two-hundred and twenty pounds.
“Here, crybaby, let me see.” I pull at her foot and she reluctantly gives it over. Ouch. Her big toe is red as hell, already starting to bruise. I test for fractures and although she winces at the touch, I don’t think anything’s broken. I’m certain she will end up losing the toenail.
“Well, you won’t have to worry about toenail polish for a couple of weeks.”
“Great. Now my toes match my fingers.”
I glance at her hands, they still look raw as well. I lift her foot up and kiss her toe without thinking. Neither of us breathe. I kiss it again.
Then I’m on her, my weight pressing her down, her fingers digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer. Those lips, I have to have those lips. I find them. They’re as soft as I imagined. They open and I take advantage, plunging inside.
She moans and the sounds vibrate through me. Her hands are in my hair, her hips bucking up, her legs wrapping around my waist as she kisses me back. She’s so sweet, the little mewling sounds she’s making. I moan into her mouth and find her tongue.
I break away, needing air and she cries out at the loss. I give her no time to mourn, I’m back, licking at her lips, sucking her bottom one, feeding on her.
She gasps, turning her head to the side. She presses her hand to her mouth and when her fingers pull away, there’s blood on them.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” How many times do have to say that to this girl?
“No, it’s not your fault. It’s from… earlier.”
Her fucking ex.
I roll off of her and sit up, still breathing hard. She sits up and places her hand on my arm.
“It’s okay.”
That’s my cue. Time for me to go. I stand up, give her a hand to her feet. She limps just a little.
“I better go before I jab your eye out or something.”
“See you in the morning?” she asks softly.
No.
Yes.
“Absolutely. Five o’clock sharp.”
Chapter 8—Stephanie
It’s dark in the canyon as I drive. The city was too bright, too loud, too much movement—I needed to get away. I can see stars now, so unusual where I live, and they soothe me, as their pinpoints of light beckon me in their direction.
I follow them, chase them, willing myself to be closer. What I’m running away from, I don’t know.
As headlights cut a path in front of my car, I watch a dog—a wolf?—running up ahead. He’s to the side of the road, he’s beautiful. As I draw closer, my lights create a silver halo around his
I watch her process the pros and cons. “Okay, that sounds fun, I’m off work tomorrow. But don’t you have to be there early?”
“Yep, six o’clock, but I usually grab breakfast on the way to the station at around five. Sure you’re up for it?”
“Of course, I’m used to getting up early. Not that early, but by six anyway. I do have class at two. I’ll need to be finished by one.”
“That can work. Mornings are usually slow. Maybe an accident, but you can leave anytime you need to.”
That smile again brightens her entire face. “Perfect. Where do you want to meet?”
Your kitchen, is what I want to say. My limbic brain is pissed as hell I didn’t take advantage of her vulnerable state. “How about Pancake Palace? You like pancakes?”
She gives me a ‘duh’ look and bobs her head up and down. Mmm… shit. I gotta get out of here, everything she does is erotic.
“Great. Pancake Palace at five.”
I move to step past her, but she steps in the same direction. I stamp on her bare toes and she wails.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Laughter and concern clog my throat. I grab at her and end up with a hand full of tit. Pulling my hand away like I was scorched, I laugh harder.
“You okay?” She’s on the floor, holding her toes in her hand, laughing and cursing at the same time.
“Cut it off. Cut it off.” I know she’s joking, but I also think there’s a good chance it’s broken. I centered it with my entire two-hundred and twenty pounds.
“Here, crybaby, let me see.” I pull at her foot and she reluctantly gives it over. Ouch. Her big toe is red as hell, already starting to bruise. I test for fractures and although she winces at the touch, I don’t think anything’s broken. I’m certain she will end up losing the toenail.
“Well, you won’t have to worry about toenail polish for a couple of weeks.”
“Great. Now my toes match my fingers.”
I glance at her hands, they still look raw as well. I lift her foot up and kiss her toe without thinking. Neither of us breathe. I kiss it again.
Then I’m on her, my weight pressing her down, her fingers digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer. Those lips, I have to have those lips. I find them. They’re as soft as I imagined. They open and I take advantage, plunging inside.
She moans and the sounds vibrate through me. Her hands are in my hair, her hips bucking up, her legs wrapping around my waist as she kisses me back. She’s so sweet, the little mewling sounds she’s making. I moan into her mouth and find her tongue.
I break away, needing air and she cries out at the loss. I give her no time to mourn, I’m back, licking at her lips, sucking her bottom one, feeding on her.
She gasps, turning her head to the side. She presses her hand to her mouth and when her fingers pull away, there’s blood on them.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” How many times do have to say that to this girl?
“No, it’s not your fault. It’s from… earlier.”
Her fucking ex.
I roll off of her and sit up, still breathing hard. She sits up and places her hand on my arm.
“It’s okay.”
That’s my cue. Time for me to go. I stand up, give her a hand to her feet. She limps just a little.
“I better go before I jab your eye out or something.”
“See you in the morning?” she asks softly.
No.
Yes.
“Absolutely. Five o’clock sharp.”
Chapter 8—Stephanie
It’s dark in the canyon as I drive. The city was too bright, too loud, too much movement—I needed to get away. I can see stars now, so unusual where I live, and they soothe me, as their pinpoints of light beckon me in their direction.
I follow them, chase them, willing myself to be closer. What I’m running away from, I don’t know.
As headlights cut a path in front of my car, I watch a dog—a wolf?—running up ahead. He’s to the side of the road, he’s beautiful. As I draw closer, my lights create a silver halo around his
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