She turned her head, her mouth damp against my ear. “Let me be good to you, Joshua, please?” I felt her hand snake down under the waistband of my loose pants, wrapping around my aching erection. I groaned at the contact, thrusting myself against her palm. “I can’t … but I want you to, please. Let me, Joshua … please.”
The unanticipated pleasure was so great; I gave in quickly and groaned as I felt my pants fall and her hand begin to move freely. It felt like forever since she had touched me. My hands grasped at the pillows around her head and I covered her mouth with mine as I gave into the heat of her strokes. I kissed her over and over again, my tongue dancing with hers in the sweetest of rhythms as her hand worked me into a frenzy of need. Her tiny hand had never felt so powerful or flexible as it did right at that moment, and she stroked me rapidly into a mindless sense of want. My body arched into her grip as my fingers clutched and twisted the soft material beneath them. My sudden orgasm had me gasping out her name as I came hard and fast, kneeling beside her on the soft grass. My body slumped forward, my head now resting beside hers on the pile of pillows as I tried to recover from the intensity of my response. Slowly, my eyes opened and I gazed at her. “Wow. That was … unexpected.”
She giggled. “I thought maybe you needed that.”
I grinned at her and leaned forward, kissing her lovingly, nuzzling her lips. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I’m fine. Dr. Sue said touching you was allowed, Joshua. I asked.”
I closed my eyes briefly in both embarrassment and gratitude. “I feel rather guilty about not being able to, ah, return the favor, Rabbit.”
She laughed softly. “I’m good, Joshua. Right now, I don’t think I’d enjoy it. I’m too achy.”
I stroked her cheek and leaned forward, brushing her lips with mine. ”You just took care of my ache, Rabbit. Rather effectively, I might add. So, I’ll take care of yours.” I pulled off my shirt and wiped her hand. “I’m going to go and, uh, freshen up and when I come back, I’ll rub your back. Deal?”
She nodded happily.
Ten minutes later when I returned, cool drinks in hand and the iPod ready to play some soft music, I found her sound asleep in her hammock, a small smile on her face. Bear was now sitting at the end of the hammock, eyeing me with distain, no doubt at my recent activities with Rabbit. I stared back at him. “She offered,” I muttered. He huffed and laid his head down on his paws. “Don’t judge me,” I huffed right back at him.
Damned disapproving dog.
I set the drinks down and grabbed the blanket, and tucked it around Rabbit, not wanting her to get cold.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek gently.
“My girl,” I whispered. “I love you.”
A few days later, I stood outside listening to the wind blow through the trees as I replayed the phone conversation with Adam that had just ended.
“Joshua, I thought you would want to know Randy is back in Canada. He came to see me.”
I had immediately stood up and gone outside. I didn’t want Rabbit to wake up and hear this conversation. “Why?” I had hissed.
“He’s alone.”
“Where is James?”
“In jail. In Russia.”
I had stopped pacing. “What? What the hell was he doing in Russia?”
Adam had sighed. “They were traveling. One night, Brian got a little drunk and high-handed with Randy. It was the first time he had ever actually seen that side of him. I guess what Lizzy said to him hit a nerve and he was very vocal with Brian who, of course, said it would never happen again.”
“But it did?”
“Yeah, in a bar in Russia. He accused Randy of flirting with another man. Randy denied it and left the bar after Brian started pushing him around again. Apparently, after he left, Brian decided to keep drinking and then got into it with the guy he accused Randy of flirting with. He hurt him pretty badly, but the guy is going to recover. It turns out, though that he is the son of a bigwig in the military there. Big mistake on Brian’s part.”
I whistled.
“How serious is this?”
Adam laughed. “He’s in Russia, in jail and is up on attempted murder charges. Randy walked out on him and his lawyer here won’t even take his calls. Brian fired him that day at the airport so he is under no obligation to talk to him. He is doing jail time, no matter what. His money means nothing there. His name means nothing there. There is no way out of this for him. He finally picked on the wrong person at the right time with a bar full of witnesses. He can’t come home because he’ll face jail time here as well. So basically, he’s fucked.”
I chuckled darkly. “Couldn’t happen to a better guy.” I paused. “What are Randy’s plans?”
“He is moving back to Alberta. He is done with Toronto and wants to go home. You don’t have to worry about him bothering you or Lizzy. He came specifically to tell me that.” He paused. “Are you going to tell her?”