“It hurts like a motherfucker, but I think the worst thing is that I can’t work out.” It dawns on me… I won’t be able to do my race either. Fuck. I’d really been looking forward to it.
But I’m not as upset as I’d have imagined. If I’m honest with myself, the races just gave me something to do. My interest with them for the past year has been more of a distraction from life, which I no longer need because I’ve got Aspen. The shittiest part of injuring myself is that I can’t fuck the hell out of her tonight. And I won’t be of much use to her tomorrow at The Rose.
I stand up to see if I can walk. I can, but I have to go slowly. My right arm is useless, but my car is an automatic, so I should be OK to drive.
I turn to Buck. “Yeah, I’ll take some ibuprofen, please.”
He heads into his office and comes out with the ibuprofen, a bottle of water, and a metal tin.
“Here,” he says, “rub this on your shoulder and lower back.” He opens the tub, and it’s full of white, creamy goop. He holds it out to me, and I scoop some out with my fingers and rub it on my shoulder, and then I put some on my back.
“Goddamn, that stinks,” I say, scrunching up my nose.
“You’ll thank me tonight,” he says, serious. He screws the cap back onto the tin and hands it to me. “Take it. Put it on again tomorrow morning, and then tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”
“Good luck.”
Twenty minutes later, I pull my car into my driveway and see Aspen’s car parked there. She gets out of it when she sees me pull up, and I get out slowly and carefully, trying to minimize my movements. She sees me hobbling and runs over.
“Ryker! What happened to you? Are you OK?” Her brown eyes are filled with worry, and I can’t help but wonder if getting injured was worth it to see how concerned she is about me.
“Yeah, I’ll be OK. I got a little aggressive with the kettlebells, and… got distracted.” I laugh, and she looks at me, confused. “Mid-swing, I pictured you in my bed, naked, with your legs spread. I lost my concentration and threw my back out and fucked up my shoulder.”
“Oh god, Ryker, I’m so sorry!”
“So yeah, it’s your fault,” I wink.
“It is not!” She snaps and then goes to hit my shoulder playfully, but I wince in anticipation, and she quickly puts her hand down. “Oh gosh, sorry!”
We walk slowly to the house, and I unlock the front door. As we head inside, I say, “I need to get you a key.”
Upon hearing this, she stops, her eyes wide. She’s unsure of what to say, and a smile spreads across my face, and for a moment I forget about the pain. “Speechless?”
“I just don’t know what to say.”
“That’s what speechless means, dear.”
“Ha ha,” she says, dryly.
“I’ll tell you what to say. You tell me, you’re giving me a key to your place, too. This is it. You and me, babe. A couple. Forever.” Her face flushes with shyness, and excitement glitters in her dark, luminous eyes. She steps over to me and gently pulls my face to her and kisses me. “Deal.”
We walk into the kitchen, and I tell her, “Well, I won’t be able to do my Spartan race now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What a bummer. Is there anything I can do to help?”
I move my eyes to her succulent, red lips and say, “Why, yes, now that you mention it.”
She smiles coyly. “Aren’t you in pain?”
I give her a seriously? look. “Allow me to introduce you to the male gender.”
She snorts and nods, understanding… and I find it very erotic. As though nursing her injured hero, and servicing him sexually, are part of her girlfriend duties.
I got all of that from a nod.
Her brown eyes blaze hot.
She knows exactly what I want.
She knows exactly how to please me.
She steps over to me and takes my hand in hers, and we slowly walk to the bedroom. She looks at me, pure seductress that she is, and says, “You just lie on your back, honey. Get comfortable, prop yourself up on pillows, if you’d like. And you let me take care of you.”
I’ll tell her about the investment tomorrow.
30
Ryker
I open my eyes and turn my head to see Aspen sleeping next to me in my bed. Her luminescent, pale blond hair spreads out like a fan over her pillow. She’s like a sunrise. Sweet and peaceful. I try to turn my body, to pull her into my arms, but pain shoots through my lower back, preventing me from moving. Shit. My back must be seriously jacked.
I test my right shoulder… ouch! Also jacked.
Shit.
I take my good arm and reach my hand out to rest on hers. She opens her eyes and looks at me.
“Hi,” she says, and as her mouth goes wide in a yawn, I remember what she did to me with her mouth last night. The ecstatic memory is burned into my mind. The visuals… oh my god. My cock responds. I look down at it. She follows my gaze and giggles.
I smile at her. “So, remember when I told you before, that I would need your help someday?”
“Yeesss,” she drawls and scoots closer to me. She grabs my thick shaft with her hand and starts stroking it. “Is this what you had in mind?”
I breathe. “God, Aspen, you’re magic. That feels so good.”
She bats her eyelashes and says, “I want to get on top of you and ride you like a bronco, but with your lower back, I think I better stick to my mouth.” She pulls the sheet down, and kneels between my legs, her glorious tits hanging down as she bends over and takes my cock in her warm mouth. She skips the gentle warmup
