unravels, moaning my name. My dick wants the same thing and since I can’t stop myself from thinking about her, I might as well take care of it. I slide my hand down inside my boxer briefs and grip my thickness in my fist. I’m so hard – maybe harder than I’ve ever been. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep myself from groaning. It feels so good when I slowly stroke up and down. My eyes clench shut. I imagine it’s Janny’s hand bringing me so much ecstasy. Her thumb slides over the tip, through the pre-come beading on the end. She brings it to her mouth, her tongue glides out licking the drop of moisture before her full lips close around her finger like she’s swallowing my cock. Her eyes shut while she savors the taste of me and my breaths leave me in sharp pants. I do everything I can to fight back the orgasm about to rocket through me. But thoughts of her mouth wrapped around my cock, sliding up and down, sucking me between her lips and tongue has me shooting come out in thick, powerful streams.
My rehab is keeping me busy and I meet with a physical therapist twice a day. All the work I’m doing is paying off. I can now hold a tennis ball in my hand without dropping it and I can also apply enough pressure to slightly squeeze it. This might not seem like a lot to some, but to me it’s a huge improvement. When I first arrived here I couldn’t even move my arm, never mind my fingers. Now I’m able to do both and it’s only been a few weeks.
The sharp rap of someone’s knuckles on the door has me looking up from the book I’m reading. Derek Santiago, my best friend, walks in with a big smile on his face. I stand so we can exchange a hug and when he thumps me on the back with his palm I realize how much I’ve missed him.
“Hey, bro. You look great. I didn’t expect to see you up and about like this. What are you trying to break, a record for the fastest recovery from brain surgery?” He takes a seat in one of the chairs in my room. I sit down across from him at the small table and rest my hands on the laminate top.
“It’s great to see you man. The doctors are talking about letting me go home next week and continue my therapy as an outpatient. I’m looking forward to that – to getting my life back on track,” I explain. I grab the yellow tennis ball from the table and clench it to improve my hand strength some more. “I want to return to work as soon as possible. Sitting at home isn’t going to work well for me. You know how I prefer to stay busy.”
“I know you do, but I think you’ve earned a break. I don’t want you to come back too early and set your progress back.” He peers at me, studying my expression. “You know I’ll keep things running smoothly until you return. Business has been really good or I’d have been here to see you before now.”
“I know that.”
“Where’s Janny? I thought I’d find her glued to your bedside; mopping your brow and holding your hand.”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “We’re not together anymore…”
Derek remains silent. He studies my face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. It was my choice. I pushed her away. I’m just sorry she got hurt. Everyone tells me I should know who she is, but I just don’t. Did I really love her like they say?”
“Yeah,” he says. “It was sickening.”
I laugh. “I find that hard to believe. I’m not exactly the hearts and roses type of guy.”
He pins me with his gaze. “Dude, you were worse than that. You were feeding ducks and shit.”
Derek shifts in his seat, reaches in his back pocket and removes a deck of cards. He shuffles it smoothly like the card shark he is.
“Ready to get your ass kicked at blackjack?”
“Bring it, dude.” My eyes move over to the toy duck that Janny brought me in the hospital. I’m not sure why I felt the need to hang on to it when it was sent here, but I did. Maybe it’s my subconscious trying to tell me something. If everything he said is true, why can’t I remember her?
Chapter Seven
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