Go Long

by Joanna Blake

  BEEP

  There it was. At least he was consistent. He'd been texting me at least once a day since the last time I saw him. I snorted. The scene at the hospital. That had been a real shit show.

  It had been a week since Trent got released. Or should I call him Rez. I sighed deeply, locking my phone without reading the text.

  I wouldn't see him again. I wouldn't respond. I couldn't. Even if I did miss him. Which I did. I missed him a whole hell of a lot.

  It was crazy, but true.

  I picked up my pace, forcing myself to run faster. As if I could outrun my feelings. My stupid, traitorous feelings.

  I had no doubt whatsoever that Trent was having a good old time with his 'friends.'

  Meanwhile I was stuck here, unable to scrub him from my mind. He was there when I woke up. He snuck into my thoughts at the worst possible moment.

  Hell who was I kidding? He was there almost constantly.

  Driving to work, I'd be thinking about him. Moments of quiet between rounds, I'd be thinking about him. Making dinner for Char, I would still be thinking about him.

  And God help me when I went to bed. Each and every night I would toss and turn for hours thinking about Trent. And I wouldn't just think about him.

  I would feel him.

  I slowed to a walk. Fuck. I was in trouble. I had no idea how I was going to get over Trent. And it was clear, I had to.

  Maybe I should go out with someone else. Even Dr. Richardson. Let someone else kiss me. Touch me. Fuck my brains out.

  Maybe that was the only way to erase him.

  And I had to erase him.

  I wasn't the type for casual sex, no matter how mind blowing it might be. And he wasn't the sort to date. Never mind fall in love.

  I had a terrible feeling I'd been on the brink of the 'L' word since I'd met him.

  His easy smile and his bedroom eyes.

  And his... well that was nice, but it didn't have much to do with what I liked about him. That part of him was a little bit intimidating to be honest. More than a little. A lot.

  The worst part was how much he made me laugh. I'd been laughing non-stop since I met him. Well, until now.

  To hell with it.

  I would just go out with the next guy who asked me. I didn't have to do anything. But it was worth a shot.

  Of course, that's as long as nothing else disastrous happened.

  I shook my head, turning to run back towards home.

  For the first time in a while, I felt like everything might be okay.

  Or at least, not entirely terrible.

  I laughed.

  How's that for lowered expectations?

  Chapter Twelve

  Trent

  It was probably illegal, what I was doing. Finding out someone's address and showing up there uninvited. Demanding she honor our agreement.

  Some might call it stalking.

  I called it collecting on a bet.

  I drove up to her house and parked my convertible. I'd trashed my bike, but I still had this thing and a beat up old SUV for taking the dogs to the beach. I rolled my shoulder. It was still hard to believe the cast was finally off.

  That's when I noticed her.

  Or, actually, I noticed 'it.'

  Lexi was bent over, a handkerchief covering her hair as she dug into the flowerbeds in front of her house. Her ass was high in the air for all to see. I knew she had no idea how fucking tasty she looked. It might be wrong, but I could not take my eyes off her perfect fucking ass.

  High cut little denim shorts. A button down shirt tied around her waist. A bright green bandana on her head.

  She looked good enough to eat.

  I grinned, slamming the car door behind me.

  She jumped, turning around. For a split second she looked happy to see me. Then she scowled.

  "Well, you are persistent aren't you?"

  "Oh, you have no idea."

  She frowned at me, getting to her feet.

  "Are you cleared to drive? How is your shoulder?"

  I grinned, circling it for her. I loved how she was worried about my shoulder, even when she was mad at me. She was a good person. It's just who she was.

  "I have two hands now. Can you imagine what that means?"

  She turned pink immediately, two bright circles of embarrassment on her gorgeous cheeks. I wondered if the rest of her was blushing too. I'd sure as shit like to find out.

  "I'm glad you are feeling better Trent but you really shouldn't have come all this way."

  She turned around and got back on her knees again, reaching for her garden tools.

  "I quit."

  She stopped what she was doing and looked at me with disbelief.

  "Quit?"

  "Retired. From the business"

  "Oh."

  She went back to weeding around the pitiful looking flowers by the stoop. But her body language was different. Softer. She was definitely listening to me now.

  "Don't tell me you did that for me."

  "No. I did it for me."

  She looked up at me. I held her gaze, refusing to let her look away.

  "But you played a big part in that."

  Her mouth opened.

  "You see, you made me realize how dirty I felt. Because it wasn't like that with you. With you, I felt clean."

  Now her eyes were wide. She believed me. I stepped forward, pulling her into my arms.

  Two arms this time. Never in my life had I been so grateful to have all my limbs intact. All five of them.

  Jesus, she felt good.

  I lowered my head, delving my tongue into her mouth. She hesitated for a moment. And then she started kissing me back.

  Thank you, Jesus. She was kissing me back.

  With a groan I yanked her against me. Our chests collided and I could feel her for the first time without the damn cast in the way. My whole body stood up and cheered.

  She felt like heaven. Literal, actual, heaven.

  I have no idea how long we stood there, kissing like teenagers. I forgot we were on the street. I forgot everything except the feel of her. Finally, I lifted my head, staring down at her.

  She looked soft and so sweet.

  "Do you want to come inside for some iced tea?"

  I grinned at her. I did want to come inside. But I also did not want to jinx this.

  "Actually, I came to schedule our date."

  "Oh. Alright."

  "What's your next few days like? Can I see?"

  She handed me her phone with the calendar app open. I wanted the earliest possible time, but also a time she didn't work for a few days after. I had big ideas for our date.

  I was surprised as fuck that I was willing to wait. But I knew she was worth waiting for.

  "Okay, dinner on Friday. I will pick you up at 5."

  "Isn't that early?

  I just smiled at her.

  "Just be ready at 5. Sexy Lexi,"

  Lexi

  I was humming as I made my rounds. Even as I headed towards to room 408. The patient was a cantankerous old man who refused to cooperate during even the most routine examination.

  He refused to take his meds, or keep himself clean. He refused to sleep, or wake up at any particular time. He even refused water, but only if you were asking him to drink it.

  The second you left, he'd drink or eat anything.

  He was a righteous pain in the ass.

  Never mind handling his catheter. For some reason, he'd pulled it out several times. That was extremely painful, even for someone whose senses were diminished by age and illness.

  With no catheter, he peed all over the place.

  If he pulled it out again though, it was diaper city for him. I had had enough. And yet, I was smiling as I entered his room.

  Because of Trent.

  Everything he'd said to me, even the way he'd shown up at my house out of the blue. He'd refused to give up on me. It made me feel... special.

  Like I meant something to him.
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br />   Like I hadn't been a complete idiot to feel all the things I'd been feeling.

  He felt it too. I knew it. And that changed everything.

  "Hello, Mr. Kline. How are you feeling today?"

  I swear the man made a sound that sounded something like 'harrumph.' He was basically the bad guy in an old time movie. I smiled at him, all the same.

  Nothing was going to bring me down today.

  I felt my phone vibrate in my hip and smiled. I knew it was Trent. He and I were playing a little game of phone tag the past few days. Ever since he came to see me.

  He texted me good morning every single morning.

  And he texted me goodnight.

  He also sent pictures of his dogs. I had no idea he had so many dogs. They were all rescues that he had taken in. He called the pictures 'dolfies' or 'dog selfies.' They often featured dogs wearing sunglasses, or sitting on Trent's head.

  It was freaking adorable.

  It was making me fall for him.

  Well, it was making me fall for him faster.

  I almost wished he would stop being so amazing. Just so I could catch my breath, take my time with these crazy new feelings.

  Almost. But not quite.

  Mr. Kline was quiet today. He didn't try and urinate on me, or spit. And he actually took his meds. I made a note to check all his vitals hourly. If he wasn't spunky today, that might be a sign of trouble.

  It also might be a sign that he was doing better. I hoped the latter was true, even if he was a mean old bastard. Everyone deserved as much life and good health as they could get. I truly believed that. It gave my job even more meaning.

  The mid-day shift started and I reviewed patient status with Kelly. She teased me a bit about the dopey smile on my face. Even she had no idea what was the cause of my good mood. I hadn't told a soul what had happened. What was happening.

  I was grinning because tonight, I got to see Trent. In person this time. Not just a picture.

  After this my shift was over. I would go home, shower, take a nap, and when I woke up it would be time for our date.

  I wasn't going to lie. I was looking forward to it.

  I was looking forward to it a lot.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Trent

  I could not stop tapping my foot on the ride over to Lexi's. I had thought of everything. I had made sure Lexi didn't have to work. I had made sure Jan could stay the weekend and take care of my girls.

  I had the plane. I had the hotel room. I had even packed a suitcase with clothes in what I hoped were Lexi's size.

  She had no idea what was in store for her.

  I grinned, imaging her face when she realized where my favorite restaurant was.

  It wasn't in LA.

  "We're here sir."

  I thanked the driver and got out. Before I even got to the front door it opened, revealing a very young, very pretty girl. She looked so much like Lexi that it took my breath away for a moment. That's before I noticed something strange about her eyes.

  They lacked something. A sparkle. Focus.

  "Who are you?"

  Her speech was slightly stilted, as if she had trouble putting a sentence together. She almost sounded foreign. She also did not seem all that happy to see me.

  I smiled.

  "I'm Trent. I'm here to pick up Lexi."

  The girl tilted her head to the side.

  "I'm Char."

  "It is very nice to meet you."

  She smiled suddenly and I saw her sister in her again. Then she shut the door in my face.

  Again, not unlike her sister.

  The door opened in less than a minute. Lexi stood there, looking slightly horrified.

  "Trent! Sorry about that."

  "It's fine."

  And it was. I could not stop grinning. Lexi was wearing stripy high heel sandals. And a dress. A slinky, sexy, clinging to her curves kind of dress.

  All the times I'd admired her looks, I'd thought she was beautiful in a sweet and innocent way. I was wrong. Really, really wrong.

  Lexi was a fucking knockout. A ten. No. She was a twenty. Gorgeous face. Stunning eyes. Luscious hair. A body that would stop traffic. And I already knew what a good heart she had.

  She was, quite literally, the perfect woman.

  I forced myself to calm down and sound normal. Like I wasn't ready to jump her bones the second I got her in the limo. Hell, I was ready to jump her on the doorstep.

  "You ready?"

  She nodded.

  "Let's go."

  The driver opened the door for us. I slid in behind her, watching as she buckled herself in. I smiled. Nobody did that. I'd literally never seen anyone use a seatbelt in a limo.

  Except my girl.

  And she would be mine if I had my way. Not just for a night or a weekend. Not even just for a year. I was thinking much longer term than that. The thought of not seeing her beautiful face was fucking terrible. I couldn't imagine not getting to feel this way. When I was around her, the world was fucking right.

  That's when I knew.

  I was keeping her dammit.

  "Do you have your ID? I don't want you to get carded."

  She rolled her eyes, patting her tiny little purse.

  "I have it."

  "Good. Now just one more thing..."

  I held up a blindfold. Nothing kinky. The kind you wore to sleep in. It was silk. I didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

  "Are you serious?"

  I nodded slowly. She looked nervous for minute. And then she sat up straighter.

  "Okay, I'll play your little game."

  She was giggling as I slid the mask over her head. I adjusted it, making sure it was a comfortable fit. Then I leaned back and looked my fill at her. It was the first time I could really do that without her noticing. My eyes wandered down her throat to her amazing tits. I let my eyes slide all the way down to her feet, and back up again.

  Damn, the girl was fine!

  I took her hand, letting my fingers trace lazy circles on the inside of her wrist. In less than a minute, I was hard and she was breathless, her nipples poking up through her dress. I'd heard the expression 'chemistry' before, but I never understood it before now.

  Oh yeah, this was going to be a very, very good weekend.

  "Where are you taking me?"

  "It's a surprise. You'll like it."

  She had no idea my favorite restaurant was in Hawaii.

  The limo drove us all the way onto the tarmac. I handed our ID's to the TSA agent, gesturing silence with my finger. He winked at me, handing me back our ID's. I guided Lexi up the stairs. There. We were on board. She didn't say a word until she heard the engines during takeoff.

  "Trent?"

  I leaned forward, sliding her blindfold off. She blinked at me, staring around the private jet. It was an amazing one. Creamy leather sofas and executive chairs in a state of the art airplane. I'd borrowed it from a friend who only charged me for fuel and paying the pilot. He owned a private jet rental company and never charged his friends a fee. One of the major perks of having the kinds of friends I had.

  It still wasn't cheap. But fuck it. If I couldn't spend my money sweeping Lexi off her feet, what was it good for?

  Her jaw dropped.

  "The jet isn't mine."

  I didn't want her to think I was that rich. I didn't think it would impress her, and for some reason I hated the thought of lying to her, even by omission.

  I took a bottle of champagne from a bucket of ice. I popped it, pouring us each a glass. Lexi accepted the drink from me without comment. But she looked upset.

  "This is the first drink I've had since the accident. No drugs."

  "That's not what is bothering me Trent."

  Her eyes were wide with panic. I realized I had made a serious miscalculation. Something was wrong.

  "I need to get back. For my sister."

  "What do you mean?"

  "She can't be left alone. Not for an hour, let alone overnight."


  "I don't understand. She's not a child."

  She took a deep breath. When she looked at me, her eyes were worried. Not just for her sister. She was afraid of what I might think.

  "She's disabled. I am her guardian. I should have told you. It's just- well, it freaks some people out."

  I took her hand.

  "It doesn't freak me out. I'm just- fuck, I'm sorry. What if she stayed at my place, with the dogs? I have a friend there for the weekend."

  Lexi chewed her lip.

  "I can call Mrs. Keeley and ask her to stay over. And the caregiver is there tonight. She'll be there Saturday as well but not Sunday."

  I squeezed her hand. The last thing I wanted to do was make her worry.

  "We can make it a one day weekend then. If I could turn the plane around I would. I'm so sorry."

  She smiled at me, exhaling.

  "No, it's alright. She's used to me being away sometimes when I work overnights. I'm not mad. I just didn't know."

  I grinned at her, leaning over to nibble her ear.

  "That's how surprises work, Lexi."

  I handed her the phone embedded in the wall. She picked it up, glancing at me.

  "Do I need to dial 9 for an outside line?"

  I laughed, shaking my head. I sat back and watched as she called her neighbor and then the service for the caregiver. Her hands her white where she gripped the phone. I felt like an ass for assuming she could just up and leave.

  I was also touched by how obviously she cared about her sister. It's not that I was surprised. She was a caring person after all. That was obvious. It must be nice to have family like that. I had no idea how it felt to have anyone want me for anything other than my cock.

  At least, I knew I would not disappoint her with that.

  She hung up, looking relieved.

  "Everything alright?"

  "Yes. Thank goodness the new caregiver is working out. The last three ran screaming."

  "I want to hear all about it. After."

  She giggled as I leaned over, nipping her neck. She smelled so good. I decided to... distract her.

  Once the fasten seatbelt sign was off, it was game on.

  It was a very long flight after all.

  And I had Sexy Lexi all to myself.