and I felt like my orgasm was a roller coaster and I was slowly climbing to the top of the big drop.
The first time he’d made me come, it had hit me fast and furious, crashing into me like a freight train. This time it was building momentum. I wanted to tell him that I was almost there, but when I opened my mouth no noise came out except unintelligible sounds of satisfaction.
Then, before I was able to speak, his teeth sank into my nipple. I gasped as the sting from his bite caused me to reach the top of the drop and shoot down into the fall. After that, I was powerless to do anything except hold on and surrender to the ride.
It went sideways down a corkscrew, sped around sharp turns, and even went upside down in a loop-di-loop. When it finally came to a stop I realized that I had a ninja grip around his neck. I released my hold and started to get up, not wanting to hurt him with the weight of my body. His fingers dug into my flesh, keeping me in place.
“Thank you.” The earnestness in his tone was not what I’d expected. “I didn’t know if I would ever do that again.”
“Do what? Have sex?”
He nodded.
“Why not?”
“I wasn’t sure my dick worked anymore.”
“Well, it does. It works very well.”
“Maybe now, but it was dead for a while.” He smiled. “The first time I got it up after my surgery was the morning I saw you doing yoga naked.”
“Really?”
“Yep. You brought him back to life.”
A smile spread on my face from ear to ear as giddiness blossomed in my chest and radiated through me. Holden truly did know how to give me compliments that were personal. Very personal.
Chapter 19
Holden
“Go the extra mile, it’s never crowded.”
~ Maggie Calhoun
“A little to the left.” Mrs. Nelson instructed me.
I moved the picture to the left.
“No, no, the other left.”
I shifted the large, framed sailboat painting to the right.
“Perfect!” she exclaimed. “Right there!”
I took the pencil I’d been holding between my lips and traced a line on the wall at the top of the frame before lowering the picture to the floor. I pulled out my tape and measured out where I needed to hammer in the nails.
“Oh, it’s so nice having a strapping young man around.”
I didn’t feel young or strapping, but I supposed that everything was relative. Mrs. Nelson was in her late eighties, so I guessed that even with my limitations I was still strapping and young in her eyes.
“I just can’t thank you enough for all your help.”
“No worries.” For the past couple of weeks, I’d been doing chores for Mrs. Nelson, Mrs. Higgins, and Mrs. Scoggs after yoga class. I’d somehow become their personal handyman, but I still wasn’t exactly sure how that had happened.
It just sort of evolved into a routine. I’d go to class, and then one of them would ask for my help after class. I wondered if they might be having some sort of contest to see who could get me to do the most work.
Even if that were the case, I wouldn’t care, considering they were pretty much the totality of my social life.
After securing the nails in place I bent and picked the picture up. I did feel a tiny twinge in my lower back, but that was it. My mobility and strength had been improving and I knew that I had my PT and Olivia’s yoga class to thank for my progress.
“Okay, is that all you needed?” I asked as I put my hammer back in my toolbox.
“I made some sandwiches to thank you for all your hard work.” Mrs. Nelson shuffled into her kitchen.
In the South, you never turned down a sandwich, sweet tea, or chili.
“The show’s about to come on. You can stay and watch.”
The show she was referring to was Sunset Bay. If someone would’ve told me six months ago that I’d be living in Wishing Well, hanging out with the Golden Girls, and addicted to watching a daytime soap, I would’ve told them they should seek psychiatric help because they’d clearly gone crazy.
But that’s exactly where I found myself. I had to find out if Xander was the father of Alexis’ baby. That was three weeks ago, and there’d been several twists and turns. Yesterday, the show had ended with a cliffhanger. It turned out that Trent had a twin brother he never knew, named Xander, who’d been living in Sunset Bay