7
This chick was like being on cloud fucking nine. After that Saturday she made an effort to call me and text, she would swing by the club after she got off work and we would just hang out. Easy shit like chatting, and she would watch me work on bikes taking up Jimmy’s job of handing me tools while he would go on runs for parts. She warmed up to the bears that frequently hung out at the bar. By bears, I meant the hairy ass bikers. On Tuesday I had talked her into staying for dinner, and she ended up back there helping Cindy out.
The woman knows how to cook, too. After Saturday I gave her a serious look, “You ever make lasagna I will have to put a ring on it, and you’ll be stuck with me forever.”
“You’re saying that like it's a threat,” she stood beside me at the sink. “I’m beginning to think that I was crazy for being scared of you.”
“You were scared of me?”
“You’re not a barrel like Mister Tillman,” she said lightly as she dried, I cleaned because that’s how my mama taught me. “Your tattoos and beard make you look like you’re trying to be a bad boy. I see through it now.”
“Never judge a book by its cover,” I chided.
That night I hadn’t tried anything else, I kept my hands to myself and ended it with a chaste kiss. I wanted her wanting me, so I behaved myself. I made sure I did that every time I saw her when she paid me a visit. Granted, it was obvious there was something going on. I just wanted to be respectful to her, I wanted her to be for keeps.
Unfortunately, on Wednesday, she got to see me on a low. It started raining that morning after I rolled in and it kept raining. At six when Madi rolled in I was in agony. I had my tens unit taped to my back, and I had taken my pills, so I was struggling to get out of this fog of pain that I was drowning in. Rain did this to me. There was something about the dampness that aggravated my damaged nerves and left me crying. I wasn’t even aware of her until I felt her cool hands on the back of my neck.
“Are you okay?”
I didn’t nod or shake my head, it was something in between.
“His dumbass got out in this weather,” I heard Cindy’s graveled voice. “The weather messes with his nerves and makes it hard for him to function. He’s been like this the majority of the day.”
Not a lie, but an embarrassing to hear her tell the girl I had just started seeing this, not to mention having her witness it.
“Can I help? Tell me how I can help,” she asked me, though I only waved a hand in the air. Really there wasn’t a lot to do about it.
“Take him home, put him in a hot shower and to bed,” Cindy instructed.
“Okay,” Madi turned back to me. “How do I get this stuff off his back?”
“Here,” the tens unit was switched off, and they pulled the sticky patches off. “Someone help her get him to her car,” Cindy belted out like a drill sergeant.
I don’t even think the woman served, but the way she shoved these men around, it made me question it. Thick arms hefted me up, and I was set on my feet.
“Can you walk?” It was Teddy.
I gave a nod and walked with his support, my left leg felt like it had a bit of drag to it. There was a downpour outside that no biker in his right mind would try to ride in. The lot was empty, and Madi had actually been able to park in what one might consider a parking space. We went out in it, getting soaked, and I was eased slowly into her front seat.
“You need to call your doctor about this shit,” Teddy growled at me. “You being an invalid every time it rains is ridiculous.”
I could only shrug my shoulders; I managed to get her seat shoved as far back as it would go. It was bearable enough that the queasiness that had been turning my stomach when I sat in the bar had stilled. She got in and gave me a look before pulling out of the lot. The ride was kind of a blur, I think drugs had finally begun to ease in. Vallum was an emergency prescription I managed to get from my PCM for times like this. Things still hurt, but it put me into a frame of mind where I didn’t care. I was told to use it when things made it hard to function. It left me feeling drunk, but not really. Had Madi not shown up I would have crashed on a cot that was stashed in the bar for guys to sleep themselves sober. The car eventually stopped, and I looked around.
“I didn’t tell you where I lived.”
“I brought you to my house,” was all I got.
She helped me out of the car, picking up my bag of pills and my tens unit and we both stumbled to her front door.
“You don’t have to take care of me,” I protested as she worked on getting the door open. “Not at all what I was looking for when I first hit on you.”
“You’ve already taken care of me,” I heard her murmur as she helped me into her home. She closed and locked the door behind us. She kept us moving, even when I expected to be dumped on the couch she led us into a little bedroom. “Let me take care of you,” it sounded like a demand, but it was muddled by my drugged head. “Let’s get you undressed and in the shower,” she said as she started tugging up my shirt up.
“You can get me naked, baby,” I helped her and sat heavily on the bed so I could work the laces of my combat boots. “But I hate to tell you in this state I’m not going to be able to put out.”
“I’m taking that to mean if you sleep in my bed you’ll behave?”
“I’d love to get hard just by hearing you say that,” I stood, kicking off my boots. “But the junk don’t work right this second.”
“Good,” she gave me a smile, and she started on my belt. “You won’t take advantage.”
My jeans were around my ankles with my boxers, and I should’ve felt self-conscious, no one had seen me in the buff in a while, and the majority of my lower half was good and scarred up. She didn’t give me the chance to cover up. Aside from her sexy blush, she had a professionalism that would do a nurse proud.
“I’ll help you get in the shower.”
The shower was cut on, and without direction, I put the heat on full blast. She had a walk in shower that was big enough to fit the both of us. I propped my hands up and turned my back to the shower head so that my skin and aching muscles would absorb the heat. I felt the relief even if the drugs fogged my perception of the pain. I groaned quite a bit.
When the hot water was gone, it was cut off, and Madi was there with a towel. I was dried off and I caught the sight of big green eyes behind her glasses.
“Nurse getting a good eye full?” I asked, and her blush spread down to her neck. I put my brow to hers as she was helping back into my boxers. “Just so you know,” I said as evenly as I could. “I will kick myself for this later for not copping a feel or something.”
She laughed, and she cupped my face, “If your stuff worked I would probably let you take advantage, Sid. I had no idea you looked… looked so good.”
“Hardly,” she walked me to the bed. “Pick a side sweetcheeks. Once I go down, I’m not moving.”
“I’ll let you take the side closest to the bathroom. Here,” she brought me to the side she was talking about, and slowly I managed to get on the bed. “Do you want the thing you had on you before?”
“Naw, naw,” I relaxed on the world’s most comfortable mattress. The bed sheets were soft, and they smelled so good. She tucked me in, and I knew I needed a ring to put on this girl. I felt her lips brush against my temple before I was down for the count.