I shook my head as I turned to go. “You’ve done enough already. I’m just a block up the street. Thanks Todd.”
A shiver ran through my body as I stepped into the night air. It was getting cooler in the evenings, and I was really hungry, which made me feel even colder. But, it was hard to think about food with thoughts of Todd running through my head. “Stop it. I told myself, you are with Dave.” But still, a delicious thrill flooded my body as I imagined Todd buck naked, with nothing but his tats covering him. I licked my lips as I allowed my thoughts to stray, wondering how tasty his skin was … and I swallowed, thinking about how much I would like to find out.
“Shit!” I felt my heel catching in a crack in the sidewalk, and in seconds I was on the ground, flat on my ass with the pizza box lying next to me. I just barely managed to keep from dropping the beer. I could kick myself for wearing cute high-heeled shoes instead of sensible ones I could easily walk in. But, I love dressing cute, and that includes wearing hot little shoes—even if they were a few years old, as I was too broke to buy anything new.
“Hey, pizza lover.” I looked up to see Todd standing over me, offering his muscled bicep. “Let me help you stand up.” I put the bag with the beer on the ground and tried to stand. I felt like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time as Todd gently pulled me to my feet. My ankle was killing me. Not sure if I twisted it, I put my hand on it, wincing in pain. “Look I am going to call an ambulance. My cell is in the pizzeria. So...” Before I had a chance to say anything, Todd swept me up in his muscular arms, cradling me like a baby.
A flush of pleasure enveloped me as I sank into his arms. God, he was so hot. “No, no don’t call an ambulance. It is going to be fine. I just need to rest it.” The last thing I needed was a bill from the hospital; that would totally crush me. The government was giving us a small stipend, but after paying for the apartment and a few other necessities, there wasn’t much left. And with Dave not having a job…
He carried me back into the pizzeria. It felt so good to have someone take over. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t resist leaning into his chest and inhaling his scent. His natural man aroma was mixed with body wash—spices and citrus. And, there was that underlying animal aroma that we werewolves have. Smelling him helped wash out the pain from my ankle. “Rest for a minute, while I get the pizza and beer, I’ll be back to ice it.”
He returned quickly and plunked the pizza and brown bag on the countertop. “I know you are still gonna want this.” He said.
I nodded. My ankle hurt and I was starving. But seeing him rush around was a delicious distraction from the pain in my ankle and my growling stomach. I loved watching his ass move in his tight jeans as he tried to help me. He was so damn hot. In seconds, he was wrapping a bag of frozen peas in a dishcloth.
“This should take the swelling down,” he said. The bag was icy cold, but as his warm hands positioned the peas over my ankle, a strong desire to rip his shirt off washed over me. What was wrong with me? I loved Dave. Yet, here I was with a dull throb in my ankle, sitting with Todd, and all I can think of is how I would like to feel the throb of his hard cock in my wet pussy!
6
“Ok, I get that you don’t want to go to the hospital, so I’ll drive you back to your apartment. Stay here for a second while I put the food in the car.”
“Todd, you don’t need to…”
Todd snorted. “Baby doll, with this ankle you are not going to be walking anywhere—at least not tonight.” Todd moved over to the counter, picking up the pie and the six-pack. “I’ll just put this in the car. Be right back.”
In minutes Todd returned and lifted me up, carrying me to his vehicle. I wrapped my arms around his neck and relaxed into him, my breasts rubbing lightly against his chest. I closed my eyes and relished his warmth.
Todd opened the door and placed me in the passenger seat. “I got the pizza in the backseat with the seat warmer turned on. It’ll be nice and toasty when I get you back.” As he turned the key in the ignition, the car made a growling noise, but the engine didn’t turn on.
“Shit! This happened earlier this week and I had to get it jumpstarted. The battery is less than a year old—it must be a lemon,” Todd moaned as he looked out the window.
“Damn,” I muttered, “I don’t see any cars out there.”
“No biggie, my grandparents gave me an auto association membership, I’ll just give them a call. They put the battery in last year so it’s still under warranty.”