Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Max was now in one of the rolling chairs that surrounded the nurse’s station being doted on by Laura. She’d gotten him a Styrofoam cup complete with bendy straw, a chocolate chip cookie, and a warm blanket. Max, the lush that he is, soaked up the attention and preened at the attention he was getting. Alpha laid at his feet, blanketing his sock covered feet.
The picture that he made was so funny that I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I loved the man, and it broke a little piece of my heart to know that he didn’t remember me. Although, that wouldn’t stop me from trying to make him remember. The man had said that he loved me a little over three days ago. I know he’d hung up before I had a chance to say it back, but if he’d waited only a few more seconds he would have heard me return the sentiment.
I walked up behind him and leaned up against the back of his chair. My breasts hit him in the middle of the head, and he leaned back into me, rubbing his head back and forth against them. My nipples pebbled, and I knew then that that had been his original intention. He had to have felt them with his first pass, and he’d continued to do it repeatedly until I held his head forcing him to stop.
“What are you doing out of bed?” I asked.
He leaned his head back more until he could make eye contact. “Nurse Jenny tried to check my catheter again. I decided a little walk was called for after that.”
I growled, and his smile stretched wide.
“If you’re able to get up, you don’t even need a stinkin’ catheter.” I said hotly.
“Precisely the reason I’m here.”
The silence ensued, and finally I broke it. “You don’t even remember me, Max.”
My voice cracked when I said his name, and he wrapped me up in his arms tightly.
“I could never forget you for a second. I had a brain fart. I remember everything. It only took you leaving for it to hit me like a fucking sledgehammer. I remember the way you part your hair, the smell of the lotion you use, the tiny freckles on the swells of your breasts, and even the fucking tattoo that you thought you hid, but didn’t.”
“Eek.” I squeaked.
I thought I’d gotten that little thing by him. Obviously, I didn’t though.
When I was eighteen and rebellious, I walked into the first tattoo parlor in the phone book, and told them what I wanted. I was lucky that I wasn’t infected with something. I didn’t do any research at all, and this place left little to be desired. The one good thing I could say about the whole situation is that I loved the tattoo. It was embarrassing as hell, but it’s so totally me.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He asked before he burst out laughing.
“Oh, how original. Couldn’t you have thought of something else to say about it?” I said blandly.
“You do know that he’s a fictional character, right?” He teased.
I slapped my hand over his mouth and hissed, “Shhhh. He’ll kick your ass if you don’t believe in him.”
He looked up at the ceiling as if praying for patience, and then returned his eyes to mine. “Him and what army?”
“Chuck Norris once pissed in a semi truck’s gas tank as a joke, that truck is now known as Optimus Prime.” I said with as straight of a face as I could manage.
He blinked, and then blinked again. “Was that supposed to be funny?”
“Chuck Norris doesn’t sleep with a gun under his pillow; he sleeps with a pillow under his gun.”
“Are you done?” He demanded.
I could go all day. Chuck Norris was my hero. I used to watch episodes of Walker Texas Ranger every day. It devastated me when they stopped showing it on television. Now I have every single season they ever aired on DVD.
When I was contemplating the tattoo, I knew it would have to be something I loved, that I would never regret getting. To this day, I still love it just as much as I did then. On my lower right shoulder blade, I sported Chuck Norris in his tight jeans, gold star badge, and a tight western shirt doing a round house kick in the air. It was purely awesome.
“Oh my God, you aren’t human!” I yelled since he still refused to crack a smile.
Thoroughly disgusted, I turned and stomped to the bathroom. I wasn’t really mad. It was rare to find someone that understood how awesome Chuck Norris was. I tried to lock the bathroom door, but a slippered foot poked its way inside before I could close the door all the way.
“Will you take this thing out of me already?” Max pleaded while gesturing to his groin.
I took pity on him. “Drop your pants.”
Taking the syringe out of my pocket, I dropped to my knees and started the process of removing the catheter. His cock lengthened, but I ignored it and went about what I was doing.
“Fuck me.” Max gritted out from above me.
I just laughed and removed the catheter the rest of the way before standing up and throwing it into the biohazard bag that was in the corner of the bathroom. Once I turned, Max’s arms circled around me and caged me in against the wall. His pants were still below his penis, the waistband pushing his balls and cock up, which was now rubbing against me suggestively.
“Am I allowed to have sex?” Max questioned.
“I don’t know; I’m not your doctor. What I do know is that I’m not having sex at work, big boy.” I said before giving him a quick peck on the lips and exiting the bathroom to his aggravated growl.
“Do I need to leave this IV in, or can I take it off? This pulling shit around with me is annoying. If I don’t get you to do it, I’ll just rip it out, then where will we be?” Max grumbled from behind me.