Jonesin' For Action(14)

Marissa looked at him wild-eyed. “But I don’t know CPR. I keep meaning to take classes. I just never find the time.”

“No problem. It’s easy. Place your hands between his pecs, palm down, hand over hand, fingers laced. That’s it,” he said when she complied. Christ, she was so tiny, yet she instinctively was up on her knees for leverage. “Now start pressing down, fast. Faster and harder. Lock your wrists, keep your arms straight,” he said when her movements were too tentative.

“Like this?” she asked in a steady voice with just a hint of fear.

“Better. You need to keep up the rhythm. Use the tempo from Staying Alive.”

“What?” she looked at him as if he were crazy.

“It works. Trust me.” Singing was not his talent, but he tried anyway. He started in on the lyrics, surprised he could even remember them, and emphasized the beat.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she joined in, her lovely high voice doing far greater justice to the original falsetto version. Her head bobbed to the song as her hands compressed the man’s chest.

“You got it,” he said.

“Let go of me, you one-legged freak.” His captive twisted violently to free himself.

“Stop squirming, shithead, or I swear I’ll break your arm,” he hissed into the younger man’s ear before he picked up the song again. Now he was just bleating out nonsense as he had reached the limit of his memory on the actual lyrics. Holy fuck where were the cops? He wasn’t worried about himself. It was Marissa. She was sweating now as she sang and pumped.

“Called the EMTs, too,” Will said, coming around the bar, joining in, clapping in rhythm to the song.

Soon everyone in the bar was singing and clapping. Most people were a bit fuzzy on the lyrics, but it didn’t matter. The beat stayed steady, and Marissa didn’t waver. It was only once the cops and EMTs arrived to take over, that she collapsed back onto the floor and scurried away from the action on her lovely, but probably still sore ass. As soon as the cops had his little bundle of joy under control, Aidan raced to help her back to her feet.

She looked up at him and grinned. “Wow, that was different.”

He pulled her in for a tight hug. “You were amazing.”

“Me? You’re the one who subdued the asshole.” She stood on her toes and kissed him. “My hero, and I mean that.”

****

Marissa sighed with delight as Aidan scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the apartment again. Resting her head against his shoulder, she said, “If you’re not careful, I’m going to get hooked on all of this pampering.”

He kissed her crown. “After a night like this, you deserve it.” He sat down on the sofa with her in his lap. “Have I told you how crazed I was when that asshole shoved you?”

With a surreptitious eye-roll, she nodded. “I’ve lost count how many times. Seriously, it was no big deal.”

“Seriously, he could have hurt your beautiful fanny, and you know how much I love that part of you.”

“Hmm,” she purred and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe you should spank me for putting myself and my backside in harm’s way.”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “No ma’am. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and I don’t intend to cross it tonight. We’ve got days together to plan another spanking for when your skin has had a chance to stop being sore.”

She squirmed a bit in his lap and had to acknowledge he was right. A sting lingered, enough to heighten the arousal already building inside her. It wouldn’t be a good idea to overdo. Still, talk of it or maybe simply her body pressed against his had made Aidan hard. His cock rose between them, inviting her to play. She shifted to rub against it and felt the ridge of his prosthesis along the edge of her thigh. Apparently sensing the contact, Aidan shifted her closer to his torso with the hand that had lain loosely over her hip.

That simple gesture gave her courage to finally address the thing that lay between, the thing that wasn’t his cock. “It doesn’t bother me, you know,” she said looking up at him.

“What?”

“Your leg, your artificial one. I don’t mind it touching me,” she clarified.

“Um, okay. Good,” he replied and looked away.

Oh, no. They needed to face this head on or they’d spend the rest of the week with him trying to keep her from seeing him as he truly was. She cupped his chin and forced him to look at her again. “Aidan, if we’re going to spend any more time together, you have to stop hiding from me. You can’t keep me from seeing you without all your clothes and the prosthesis off. I don’t want it to become this big ‘thing’ between us. I can handle it.”