by Rye Hart
“Why?” Tara asked, her eyes meeting mine. There was a tenderness in her eyes I hadn’t seen in ten years. “Why did you care?”
“I’ll always care,” I said honestly. “I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you. I swear, every time I see Tyler now, I’m going to daydream about breaking his damn fingers.”
“Your jealousy is still hot,” Tara said, her voice low and full of lust.
“Glad you think so.”
Our lips were on each other before either of us could say another word. I grabbed her roughly, forgetting about my injury altogether. She kicked her leg over my lap and straddled me, kissing me with so much passion I thought we both might catch fire.
I gripped her hips when she started to grind against me, making my cock beg to be released from the confines of my jeans. My hands slid around to her ass, and I squeezed. She moaned and bit down on my bottom lip. Every move she made sent me closer to the edge, and soon, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I flipped her onto her back and crawled on top of her, wincing when I put too pressure on my leg.
“Are you okay?” she asked, worry flitting across her face.
“My leg,” I said. “Just hit it wrong.”
“Sit up,” she said.
“No,” I growled. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
Tara moaned when my lips crashed down on hers. I held her to the couch, running my hands all over her body until she pushed me gently off her. She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head. She slipped her shorts off and stood before me in nothing but her panties and bra.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” I said.
Tara grinned and moved toward me. She removed my shirt and then quickly unbuttoned my jeans. My leg ached, but with her help, we got my jeans and boxers off. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me, my lips roaming frantically over her neck and chest. I unhooked her bra and threw it across the room, desperate for the taste of her tits in my mouth.
“Fuck,” she moaned when I sucked on her nipples and slid my hand between her legs. She kicked off her panties impatiently and grabbed my face.
We kissed liked we’d never stop. Ten years of pent up sexual frustration was bursting from us both. When I threw her back on the couch, I forgot all about the pain in my leg. I climbed on top of her and yanked her to me. She watched me intently while my cock teased her entrance. I had to have her.
“Come here,” she said. She sat me up and pushed me against the couch, crawling on top of me and lowering herself onto my cock.
She was worried about my leg, so she grabbed onto my shoulders to keep her weight off my injury. I didn’t care if she hurt me. Her pussy felt like heaven as it wrapped around my rock-hard dick. I thrust upward, slamming inside of her and making her gasp with pleasure.
She rode me hard and fast, rubbing her perfect tits against my face. I growled and bit her, sucking her nipples into my mouth and gripping her ass while she bounced up and down on me.
“Shit,” I said breathlessly. “God, you feel fucking amazing.”
Tara leaned down to pull my lips in for another kiss. I lifted my hips upward while she bucked against me. She was moaning with pleasure against my lips, but she never broke our kiss. I could feel her desperation as she clawed at my back and let me fuck her with abandon. We were both so close, her pussy already fluttering around my cock.
She tore her lips from mine and screamed out my name as she came. I followed right behind her, crashing upward and forcing her down on top of me. I grunted and held her there, squeezing her ass and kissing her trembling lips.
“Caleb,” she moaned and rocked her hips against me a few more times, letting her orgasm drag itself out.
When she finally lifted herself off me, I saw worry fly across her face as she looked down at my leg.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “I’m fucking more than fine.”
She grinned and kissed me lightly. I held her close while waves of pleasure continued to rock through my body.
CHAPTER TEN - TARA
Two days later, I still couldn’t believe I’d had sex with Caleb. Every time I thought about him, my legs trembled and my panties filled with desire. It was the hottest, most erotic night of my entire life and already, I missed him like crazy. I longed to be near him, to kiss him again, to feel his hard cock move inside me. It was almost too much to handle. For two days, I daydreamed about him. I had been so adamant about denying myself the chance to be with him again, but in the end, I just couldn’t stay away. Good or bad, our intense connection was still there.
At work on Monday, I forced myself to focus. My other patients needed my attention. I wouldn’t see Caleb until six o’clock that evening. I spent all day trying not to fantasize about him taking me right there on my desk, but it was impossible. He’d completely overwhelmed my mind and my body. I was putty in his hands, and I hated myself for it.
Despite how fantastic our night together was, I left his apartment feeling confused and scared. I had work the next morning so I couldn’t stay the night. It was probably for the best because, by the time I reached my own bedroom, my head was pounding so badly I could barely see straight. These headaches were becoming more frequent and painful. I knew it was time to do something about them, so I made an appointment for Monday afternoon.
I spent all morning thinking about Caleb and worrying about my appointment. My first few sessions of the day were easy. I didn’t have to try hard, but when Olivia walked through the door with her mother by her side, I knew it was time to get serious. This little girl needed my full attention, and I would be damned if I didn’t give it to her.
“She’s doing so well,” I told her mom when the session was over. “I think our time together will be ending soon.”
“Already?” her mom asked.
“We’ll finish out this week and then see where we are,” I said. “I know you’re worried, but I’m telling you, her progress is incredible.”
“I feel like normal again,” Olivia said happily.
I laughed and said goodbye. It was almost time for my appointment upstairs. My stomach clenched with nerves as I left the PT building and headed toward the main hospital. I had made an appointment with the best neurosurgeon in the hospital. He didn’t usually take cases that weren’t referrals, but my dad pulled a few strings to get me in. He was worried and after my last headache, so was I.
When I made it to Dr. Anderson’s office, I checked in and sat down to wait. My legs were shaking until finally, Dr. Anderson called me back. He led to toward his office, and we sat down to talk.
“Tell me about your headaches,” he said with a kind smile.
“They started a couple months ago,” I said. “But lately, they’ve gotten worse and more frequent.”
“How often do they occur?” he asked.
“Once every few days,” I said. “Sometimes I can push through the pain, but most of the time, it knocks me on my ass.”
“Are they in your temples?” he asked.
“Kind of everywhere,” I said. “They usually start in my temples and then spread.”
“Have you vomited?”
His eyes met mine, and I could see concern swimming over his face. My heart raced in my chest. Was there something seriously wrong with me?
“Yes,” I said nervously. “Almost every time I get a headache, I throw up.”
Dr. Anderson nodded and jotted something down on his paper. When he looked back at me, he was smiling, but it did nothing to ease my fears.
“Let’s get you a CT scan today,” he said. “And some blood work. We’ll just run a variety of tests and see what comes back, okay?”
“Do you think it’s something serious?” I asked.
“No need to worry just yet,” he said.
I nodded and let him lead me toward the CT machine. He ran tests for well over an hour, and by the time I was finished, Caleb’s PT session was only minutes away.
I didn’t feel like myself as
I stepped inside the PT building. My heart was still pounding, and my stomach was full of butterflies. Dr. Anderson assured me I shouldn’t worry yet, but I didn’t believe him. My father was right. These headaches couldn’t be normal. There was something wrong with me, and I was terrified to find out what it was.
Caleb walked through the door not five minutes after I did. I was still preoccupied, but when I saw him, my worries took a backseat to the heat wave that washed over my body. His eyes locked on mine as he walked toward me. I fought the urge to reach out to me, to pull him to me and kiss him until we couldn’t breathe.
“Hey,” he said, stopping in front of me. He glanced around the room. “Just us tonight?”
I nodded. “How are you doing on your crutches?”
“Better,” he said. “I’m just a little sore after recent activities.”
I blushed and looked away. We had a lot of work to do, and I couldn’t let myself get caught up in my own selfish desires. Besides, I was still worried what my tests might show.
“Let’s get started with some basic stretches,” I said.
“Sure,” Caleb said, frowning.
I helped him get to the low mat table, supporting his weight and sitting down beside him. He extended his leg like I taught him and slowly moved his foot up and down. I held onto his leg to help him get a better stretch, my fingers running over his sore muscles while I did so.
Leaning into him, I pushed his leg further to the side. He grunted in pain but kept going. Caleb was the best PT patient I’d ever had because no matter what, he pushed through. The pain was nothing to him, and I knew he would recover faster than anyone else in his position.
While I marveled at his strength, I felt heat rise inside my chest. I leaned into him even more, my chest brushing against his leg while I rotated it side to side. I looked up to make sure he was doing okay and saw that his eyes were focused on my breasts. They were spilling out of my top, and I felt my cheeks flush at the attention.
I sprung back and adjusted myself. Caleb moved closer to me and took my hand in his.
“Don’t,” he said in a low voice. “I like the view.”
“Caleb,” I said, but before I could continue, his lips were on mine.
He kissed me gently, letting his tongue slide across mine in an expertly sensual way. I moaned and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me and breathing him in. Our kiss deepened, and soon, I felt heat pooling between my legs.
He grabbed my tit in one hand and squeezed, growling against my lips and letting his desire show.
I moaned and fought the urge to tears his clothes off. It took every ounce of strength I possessed to pull away from him. When I did, he sighed in protest and tried to pull me back to him.
“I can’t,” I said weakly. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“Why the hell not?” he demanded. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”
“What about my dad?” I asked. “Remember what happened last time we crossed this line? He sent you to another state, Caleb.”
“We were kids,” he said. “What is he going to do now? We’re adults, Tara. He can’t control us. Not anymore.”
“He’s already suspicious,” I said softly.
“Of course he is.” Caleb groaned. “He’s always going to be suspicious, but who the fuck cares? I sure as hell don’t. I want this, Tara. I want you.”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want me?” Caleb asked. He reached out and took my hands.
I blinked. Our eyes met, and I froze. Of course I wanted him. I’d always wanted him, but what did that matter? How could we risk going down this road again? After everything that happened before, we would be idiots to fall for each other again.
“It’s a simple question,” Caleb said. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.” My voice was low and hungry. Caleb moved closer to me, his lips searching for mine but I pulled away. I jumped to my feet and shook my head.
“Why are you fighting this?” Caleb asked.
“Because I don’t know if I can do this all over again,” I said.
Caleb slowly got to his feet, using his crutches for support. He moved closer to me, and my heart raced inside my chest. He was inches away and just when I was sure he would kiss me, the door opened with a bang.
I jumped and spun around. Cathy was walking toward us with a smile on her face.
“Hey, you guys about done?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said quickly. “He’s ready to go home.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN - CALEB
No matter what I did, I couldn’t get Tara off my mind. I pictured her face and her body every second of every day. It was torturous and awful. My cock got hard after just two seconds of imagining her face. I felt pathetic, but part of me didn’t care. I waited ten long years to be with Tara again, and now that I knew how it felt to be buried inside of her, I couldn’t let it go.
Still, as the days dragged on, I wondered if we could be together at all. She was so distant after we finally had sex. All I wanted to do was pull her close and fuck her senseless, but she pushed me away. She reminded me how much her father hated the idea of us being together, and nothing I said could change her mind. She wanted to respect her dad, and I didn’t give a shit what he thought.
As much as I wanted her, I tried to think about other things. Tara wasn’t the only girl in the world. I was a fucking firefighter who could get any woman I wanted. If Tara didn’t want me, what the hell did I care? As soon as I got back on my feet, I could use my tragic hero story to win over some sympathy pussy. Then, Tara would be all but forgotten in my mind.
Even as I thought it, I knew it would never work. No amount of free pussy could replace Tara. I wished it would be that simple to forget about her, but I wasn’t stupid enough to try it. Nothing I had done for ten years could dull the memory of Tara. I didn’t have a chance of that happening now, not when I saw her for PT multiple times a week. My head spun, and my body longed to be touched by her.
More than anything, I wanted to go back to work. If I could just spend a few hours on the job, then maybe I could get my head back on straight. There was nothing like delving into a few fires to clear my mind. I knew that wasn’t an option. I still had a lot of physical therapy left before I would be well enough to even walk without crutches. I felt weak and pathetic. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t convince Tara to be with me. My entire world was just crumbling around me, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stop it.
By the time my next physical therapy session rolled around, I was eager to see Tara. I needed to know where we stood and that couldn’t happen unless I saw her. As I walked through the door of the PT building, my eyes roamed around the room. Tara’s desk was empty, but there were a few therapy sessions underway all around me. I groaned quietly and cursed my early appointment time.
I’d grown to love my evening sessions with Tara. The building was deserted, no one around but us. It felt private and personal. Plus, it gave me a chance to get close to her. In the afternoon, with people surrounding us, I knew Tara would be on her best behavior.
“You’re early,” Tara said, walking up behind me.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Just wanted to get this over with. I’m ready to get back to work.”
“You have to take it slow,” she said. “If you rush your recovery, then it will take longer.”
“I know,” I said. I didn’t think I could stand to hear that speech again. “I’m just bored sitting at home all day.”
She met my eyes, and my heart stopped. My stomach clenched painfully as I looked down at her lips. They were so inviting. It took everything in me not to claim them right there in front of everyone. As I trailed my eyes down her body, she cleared her throat and took a step back. Her expression was professional as she led me toward our workout area.
I sighed and followed her, resting my crutches against the wall. Instead of helping me to the low table like she had every other time, she led towar
d two bars and positioned me between them. I looked at her with surprise but didn’t argue. If she thought I was ready to try walking, then I would do it without a single word of complaint.
“Hold onto the bars,” she said. “Put all your weight on them the first few steps, okay? Don’t put pressure on your leg. Not yet.”
I nodded and did as she said. Even with my weight on the bars, it was hard to keep my leg from giving out. I felt sharp pains shooting through my leg and into my hip. I winced and grit my teeth, forcing myself through the pain.
Tara watched me closely, but there was something behind her eyes I didn’t recognize. It was as if she wasn’t all there like something was distracting her. I wanted to ask her about it, but I knew it wasn’t the right time. The other therapists were surrounding us on both sides, and a few patients were still lingering in the building.
I let Tara lead me through the session, all the while desperate for her touch. This was the first PT session where Tara didn’t touch me once. I didn’t realize just how much I longed for her hands on me until I had to go without it. I was frustrated. I hated this distance between us.
The room cleared as my session came to an end. I was beyond grateful to have a minute alone with Tara. When she gripped my arm to help me to a chair, I sighed and grabbed her hand in mine.
“What’s going on with you?” I asked, falling into the chair but keeping my hold on her hand. “You’ve been distracted this entire session.”
“I’m fine,” she said.
“Bullshit,” I snapped. “Just talk to me.”
“I’m confused, okay?” she said, throwing her hands up in frustration. The motion ripped her hand from my grasp, and I sighed, already missing the contact. “I don’t know what the hell to do anymore.”
“You’re overthinking everything,” I said. “Just relax and let yourself be happy for once. Jesus, Tara, this doesn’t have to be so complicated.”
“Except that it is,” she shot back. “It became complicated the day my dad married your mom.”
“Who the fuck cares about that?” I asked. “We didn’t grow up together. We aren’t siblings. God, we didn’t even meet until we were seventeen!”