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“Keep the noise down,” he mocked. “I could say the same thing for you. The way you came at me earlier for no reason was uncalled for.”
I wanted to argue with him so badly that evening. I wanted to say all the things that I had bottled up inside. I wanted to lash out and tell him exactly how I felt about him, but I didn’t. I kept it brief.
“I have a lot of reasons to come at you,” I shot back. “Be lucky that was the only one you got earlier. I'm not here to argue with you. Be respectful, and so will I. It's simple.”
I walked away to end the discussion before it became an argument. If I had to be completely honest, I walked away because Brayden made me hot. He was shirtless and his muscles were bulging, and his chest and arms looked so good I wanted to lick them. I wanted him to wrap them around my waist while I rode him and made us both climax. But there was no way in hell I would let him see me sweat. So, I went out to the pool and sweated in private.
Chapter Seven ~ Brayden
I tried ignoring Mia turning my TV off, but I couldn’t let it go unnoticed. A part of me was angry about it, but the other part of me was turned on by her assertiveness. She was always an unapologetic woman, but last night, there was something different about the way she moved.
When I was able to get myself out of the bed and into my wheelchair, I wheeled into the kitchen for another beer. I had thoughts about crashing whatever it was she might’ve been doing in her room, until I saw that she was in the pool.
Her body glided on top of the water like silk. The burnt orange two piece bathing suit she wore hugged her body like a man who loved her; the way I used to hug her. I silently wished I was able to move as freely as I wanted to. Both physically and mentally. I held myself back, watching her swim laps in the pool that kept her figure nice and tight.
Each time she popped up from the water, I got a glimpse of her breasts, firmed and held up high by the fabric of her bathing suit top. They spilled over the top of her swimsuit slightly, making them look fuller and firmer. Her nipples showed through the fabric as well. They were hard and perky, gazing out like two eyes calling my name.
My mouth watered as I looked on. I thought about all the times I'd seen her naked and all the times I wanted to see her naked again. If I had the chance to roll around with her in the sheets like we used to, I was sure I could make her scream my name.
When I think back to the many times we had sex, I felt myself aroused. I was as hard as a rock, silently craving the feeling of her skin against mine. I wanted her breast pressed against my naked chest and the plumpness of her assets filling both of my hands.
I couldn’t tell her that, however. I knew she would only curse me and blame me for something new to shift the focus away from our lost chemistry. The more she shifted the blame each time it was close to being exposed, the more I saw it come to light.
I wished things were different between us when Mia visited Big Bear again. I wished I weren’t crippled, I wished we weren’t mad at each other. I wished Trent were home. I told myself that if I had the chance to go back in time and relive that night, I would listen to Mia.
She and I would have been in bed having a passionate round of sex before work the next morning, and our lives would have been peaceful. Unfortunately, life had no time machine and the choices I made were ones I had to live with moving forward.
I got so wrapped in thought about the times I shared with her, I forgot all about the boner resting at the hood of my underwear. It wasn’t until Mia made her way into the kitchen that I remembered. It was too late by then. She'd already seen the bulge.
“If I didn't know you, I would call you a pervert,” she said.
“Shit,” I quickly adjusted myself and turned my chair around. “Sorry about that. It's been a while since I've seen a woman in a bathing suit.”
“Really? That's hard to believe.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant. I didn’t ask either. With her, that could have been a compliment or an insult. I could never be so sure.
“I thought you couldn’t walk,” she said.
“It’s painful, but I can move around just enough to get myself into this chair.”
“How long is recovery supposed to take?”
“The doctor said anywhere from one to three months, depending on how much work I put in and how fast my body works with healing itself.”
Fighting and smoothing things over not long after was always a thing for Mia and me. It was easy. Our chemistry was so strong and naturally fought hard against our own thoughts of hating each other, we never even realized how easy it was for us to start talking again.
“You need to be nicer to those nurses the next time they come,” she said. “I’ve been wanting to tell you that all day. They're only here to help you. Imagine if they weren’t and you had to do everything alone.”
“Yeah.” I lowered my head in shame. “I was wrong for that. I'll be mindful the next time they’re here.”
Mia was the only person who could ever make me see my wrongdoings. It helped that she stood in front of me wearing nothing more than two pieces of thin cloth with water dripping from her body like a fountain. If we were on better terms and still madly in love with each other, I would have licked every inch of that water from her like I was a thirsty pup on a hot summer day.
“Good,” she said. “It’s not appealing to hear you cursing at women the way you were. Especially when they’re just doing their job.”
“Are you saying that I'm sexy?” I asked playfully.
She chuckled and stared at me for a moment like she was double checking to make sure that I still looked as good as she remembered. I knew she found me just as good looking as I did her. One thing neither of us could ever steer clear of was the physical attraction we shared for each other.
