Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I snorted. I amused myself sometimes. “Well,” I said. “Y’all have a good night. See you next week, Grayson!”
With that, I walked away, only too aware of the eyes I felt boring a hole in the back of my head. Ones that I wanted to have there, and a pair that I didn’t.
Chapter 3
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that I can’t please everyone. I sure as heck can piss everyone off, though.
-Tru to Grayson
Torren
Pain comes in all shapes and sizes.
As I sat in the waiting room for my very last occupational therapy appointment, I started thinking about the many types of pain I’d experienced over the last few weeks.
Some of it could be physical. Some mental. Other emotional.
Mine, at the moment, was coming from one certain part of my body, and it wasn’t my shoulder.
It’d been three months since I’d started physical therapy and occupational therapy.
I was nearly done.
I was back to seventy five percent of normal on my shoulder, and both therapies were going great.
So great, in fact¸ that I was about to see the occupational therapist to discuss the end of my therapy.
However, I was sure of one thing. I didn’t want it to end. I was enjoying it too much.
What I found, in the last ninety days, was that there were over a hundred places on my body that Tru could touch that gave me an instant hard on.
And she touched me a lot.
“Good morning, Grayson, how are you doing today?” Tru asked as she met me at the door.
I gritted my teeth.
No matter what I tried, I literally could not get the woman to use Torren.
Even after asking her multiple times, she still refused to do it, so I gave up.
She was now the sole person on this earth that used my real name.
Even my pop didn’t call me Grayson anymore.
“Doing good, sweet girl. How are you?” I asked as I took the door and held it as we walked through.
She smiled up at me, gracing me with one of the things that made my Monday afternoons.
I’d seen a lot of that smile, and I would be sad if I no longer needed therapy. I’d no longer have an excuse to come see her.
Then again, I’d no longer have a reason to keep my distance, either.
The only reason I’d been doing so was that I knew Tru was too professional to start a relationship with someone that she had an obligation to help get better.
She wasn’t like that, and I was secretly happy for it.
What better way to get to know a person’s character, other than spending a ton of time with them.
One thing for certain was that there was a lot of sexual tension going on between us, even if neither one of us acted on it.
“I’m well, thank you for asking. How’d your first day back at work go?” She asked as I followed her down the hall to her office.
I grimaced. “I thought for sure I’d be doing more than I did; that shouldn’t have been surprising, but it was. I literally drove the ambulance all day, but was unable to do anything. It didn’t help that the captain was glaring over his shoulder the entire time, making sure I didn’t do anything stupid.”
She smiled, catching me off guard.
That smile had many abilities. One of which was stealing the breath from my lungs when she turned it on me.
My feet caught on each other, making me trip slightly and run my hand out to the side in order to catch myself.
At the same time, she stopped and turned.
Instead of my hand coming to a stop on the wall, it came to a stop in the middle of her chest.
She gasped sharply in surprise, looking up at me where I stood towering over her.
I didn’t move my hand, and she didn’t move either, so we stayed like that for long seconds before I finally found the willpower to pull away.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, pulling back until I was standing on the opposite side of the hallway from her.
She smiled somewhat dazedly and turned, gesturing me to follow.
“Today’s just a day for me to go over my progress with you with the OTR. She’ll re-evaluate you, and then make sure you’ve reached all the goals we set in the beginning. Pending her approval, I’m pretty sure this’ll be your last visit with us,” she smiled tightly over her shoulder.
I felt something weird.
Something I couldn’t quite explain.
It had to do with the fact that she seemed somewhat upset.
Was I happy that she didn’t want me to go?
‘Cause that, in turn, made me start to think about things.
Things like what it’d be like to have her in my bed.
Or taking her out for a ride on my bike. Or taking her to meet my pop.
The last two things weren’t things that I did.
Sure, there was the occasional ride from a bar to the girl’s place, but the kind of ride I was thinking about with Tru was the kind that lasted hours. The kind that required her arms wrapped around my chest, and her crotch rubbing against my backside while I took her for the ride of her life.
I could definitely tell, too, that Tru wouldn’t be the one and done type I usually went for.
She’d be one I’d have to work out of my system slowly.
She even had the potential to never be worked out of my system.
The type that got in there and never got out.
The type you didn’t want out.
“Hey,” Tru said, interrupting my deep thoughts. “You okay? You’re not very talkative today.”
I shrugged. “I’m fine. Thanks.”
She looked reluctant to let it go, but in the end she did, and I was thankful.
The time would come when I’d bring the subject up, but I had to get through an appointment with the OTR first. Only then would I implement my plan of action.
One that Tru would accept.
***
“Well then, that’s it, Mr. Trammel. You’re done here, I’m glad to say!” The cheery older woman spoke jovially.