Running Game(38)

I ran over everything in my mind, over and over, until every detail was etched into my brain forever.

Tomorrow night, I’d go to him and allow myself one more magical night with no thought of the past or the future getting in the way.

Adult conversation. Adult activities. No thoughts of secrets. No guilt.

A perfectly natural evening between a man and a woman.

Just pure pleasure between two consenting adults.

Nothing more and nothing less.





25





JESSE





I hobbled to the door, determined not to use the stupid fucking crutches tonight. They made me feel weak… Like I was less of a man. Tonight called for me to be completely, one hundred percent masculine. I wanted Maisey to see me for who I really was, not some half-assed guy wobbling around on a couple of sticks. I could take a little pain to prove myself. Hell, I was used to getting barreled down by men twice my size, I could handle it.

I could handle anything.

Or so I thought, until I opened that door and almost fell to my knees at the sight of Maisey. She was stunning. Gone were the scrubs, gone was the hesitant shyness, gone was the curls pulled tightly in a bun. She’d replaced all of that with a dose of pure sex.

Her black curls were smoothed into soft tendrils that cascaded down to her bare shoulders. She’d poured herself into a tight red silk dress with thin spaghetti straps that hugged her curvy breasts and hips seductively. The front of the dress plunged to a v deep below her natural cleavage, showing a tiny bit of side boob that almost gutted me. She wore tall, black suede pumps that made her three inches taller than normal and there was a deep red lipstick smeared across those luscious lips that I was now dying to kiss.

“You look - amazing!” I cried, pulling her into my arms and doing just that.

“Stop!” she said, her eyes darting over to the ever present Grady by the elevators.

“He doesn’t care,” I assured her, pulling her in and closing the door. “And besides, he’s sworn to secrecy.”

“Of course he is,” she laughed, as I closed the door and limped over to her on the couch. I winced as I sat down next to her.

“You should be using your crutches,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m fine,” I said, with a dismissive wave. “And so are you!”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I thought about wearing my scrubs,” she said, shrugging.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I replied, resting my hand on her bare knee and leaning forward to kiss her again. Her lips were soft, so sweet.

“You look nice, too,” she said. I’d put on a pair of black slacks and a black sweater, which was the first time I’d put on pants since the surgery and it wasn’t easy getting the pants over the bandages on my knee. I wanted to look nice for our dinner, and now that I saw how she was dressed, I was glad I’d done it.

“What’s for dinner?” she asked.

“Well, about that. I tried to cook for you, I really did. Unfortunately, that smell you just walked into is burnt steak and some kind of garlic sauce,” I replied, casting my eyes to the side.

“I think it adds to the ambiance,” she said, laughing.

We both took a second to smile, seconds ticking away until I was finally able to pull my eyes free from hers.

“… Anyway, I ordered in from Mizuna.”

“The expensive French place on Capital Hill?” she asked, her eyes widening.

“That’s the place,” I said. “Hope you don’t mind?”

“Are you kidding? Of course not. My friend Eddie raves about that place, but I’ve never been. I hear they’ve got a waiting list three weeks long and I’m pretty sure they don’t deliver…”

“They deliver for me,” I replied, glancing back at her with a questioning look. “So who’s Eddie?” I asked.

“Oh, just an old friend.”

“An old boyfriend?” I asked, feeling a sudden twinge of jealousy.

“No,” she laughed. “He’s gay. Calm down, stud,” she winked.

“Alright, alright,” I said, laughing with her and shaking my head. “So, shall we go out to the balcony?”

“Oh, sure,” she stood up and the dress clung to her curves temptingly. I watched her walk outside, her hips swaying, her heels clicking on the floor. My cock swelled in my pants, and I reached down to adjust it, limping outside after her.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. Her eyes were lit up with excitement and my heart soared. I was pleased that she was pleased, as cheesy as that sounds. I wanted to see her smile. I wanted those beautiful green eyes to lit up in glee.

“So,” I said, gesturing to the food laid out on a candlelit table that Grady had helped me set. “Tonight, we’ll start with Oyster Rockefeller and Burgundian Escargot, followed by a fresh Arugula & Frisée salad.”