Raging Hard(103)

, I vowed to myself.

“I won’t let my reputation get in the way of her future.”

“Thanks. That means a lot, you saying that.” He paused and smiled, his fake fucking L.A. sleazy smile. “Good luck with your PT.”

I turned and gimped away, wishing I could move faster. The fuck’s eyes were burning a hole into my back.

As if my life weren’t complicated enough.

Dip down and repeat. Dip down and repeat. Tracey pushed up against me, sweat and camera lights, repeat. Tracey encouraging. Jess trying to get a better shot. Dip down and repeat.

My legs were on fucking fire, but it didn’t matter, I had to dip down and repeat until Tracey said stop. Everything in me wanted to quit, wanted to walk away and stop, but the memory of flying through the sky kept me down on the ground. Kept me working harder than I had ever worked before. I dipped down and repeated. Dipped and repeated.

That’s how my day went. Pain and hard work, sweat and more work and more pain and more sweat, and cameras all over the place, and Aubrie. And the thought of my cock pressing deep inside her and the gasp she’d make. Fucking her until she came on my hard dick.

After the reps and the pain and the frustration, I limped away, the cameras broken down and stashed for the night. Tracey had left an hour ago, and I had spent that hour in front of Jess answering mindless question after question about my rehab.

I was finally rid of them. I limped out down the hallway, past the kitchen, and headed into what I called the game room. It was about as big as the kitchen and was dominated by a pool table in the center with vintage pinball machines lining the walls around it.

I always ignored the pool table. I was there for one thing and one thing alone: an old 90s Batman pinball machine. It was my nemesis. I had set high scores on every other machine, but for some reason I was having trouble with the Dark Knight. I grunted as I leaned up against its cabinet and hit the button to drop a new ball and start a new game. Fortunately, Cliff had made the machines free.

That was my routine. After PT, no matter how exhausted, I’d go into the game room and play a few balls. At first, Jess wheeled me in there and left me parked in front of a machine, barely able to see down into the cabinet. As time went by, though, I was able to play on my own strength.

I worked the flippers and the ball zoomed all over the place. Lights and sounds flashed as I worked the machine. I lost myself in the game.

And just as I really started getting deep into the flow, I heard a cough behind me. The ball plunked off a flipper, bounced back toward me, and zoomed in between the flippers.

Game over.

I turned around. Aubrie was leaning against the pool table, smiling at me. I stared at her body and mentally cursed. It was like she was trying to get me hard. She wore a sheer white tank top with a red bathing suit top underneath it, her tits practically spilling out of the thing, and those sexy cotton shorts that I loved. Her hair was slightly damp but drying, and I figured she had been swimming.

“What’s up, Brie baby?” I asked.

“Didn’t expect to find you in here.”

“I like to play after PT is done.”

“I would have guessed you’d use the pool table before Batman pinball.”

“Looks can be deceiving. Pinball is the true game of skill.”

She laughed. “I find that hard to believe. Are you any good?”

“I’m a pinball master, set all the high scores. I’m great with my hands.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. The ladies always compliment me on my finger skills.”

She gave me a look. “I mean the high scores.”

I grinned. “Yeah. Except this bastard.” I nudged the case with my hip.

She laughed again. “Look at you. Good at piano and pinball. Weird combination.”

“I’m a man of many talents.”

She looked away, probably sensing the double meaning behind my words. “Good one. I have a quick question for you,” she said, changing the subject.

I crossed my arms. “What’s up?”

“What are you doing two weeks from now?”

I laughed. “Nothing. I play piano and pinball because I can’t exactly do much else.”

“Feel like going to a charity thing?”

I cocked my head at her. That was interesting. Why was she inviting me out somewhere?

“Depends on what it is.”

“It’s your mom’s thing. I found a venue for her, got everything scheduled.”

“You work fast.”

“Yeah, well, Jules has been pretty intense about it. Got me pretty motivated.”

I laughed. “She can be a taskmaster.”

“Yeah, seriously. A little scary, actually.”