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Authors: K.M. Golland

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“Because, I
may have a friend.”

He smiled.
“This friend of yours doesn’t happen to be blonde and incredibly
cute, does she?”

“Maybe,” I
answered still flicking pages. “So, are you an axe murderer?”

“No, and my
dick works just fine in bed. I just want to clear that up for when
you tell Carly.”

I snapped my
head toward him with a huge smile on my face. “So, do you want me
to tell her then?”

“Sure, why
not? I liked her.”

I may have
been smiling on the outside, but on the inside I was in full-blown
happy-dance, happy-clap, party mode, singing and chanting to the
tune of the conga in my head, ‘No more fiery hole, yeah. No more
fiery hole, yeah.’

Another doctor
walked out and called for a ‘Spiros Soggianis’.

Derek leaned
in closer and whispered, “Did he just say soggy anus?”

I cracked up
laughing, dropping my head into my hands. “Yes, I think so.”

***

Shortly after
Mr. Soggy Anus got called in for his appointment, I got called in
for mine.

My surgeon
helped me up onto the trolley bed and assessed my cast. “So,
Alexis, how have you been? How has the pain been?”

“Yeah, not too
bad. It hurt at first, and if I avoid doing stupid things like
forgetting and putting all my weight on it or bashing it against
the table, then it’s fine.”

“Good. And
pain relief?”

“I’ve just
been taking a couple of mild pain killers when needed. Other than
that, it’s been really good. The worst thing has been the bloody
itchiness.”

“Well, lucky
for you, that’s all about to get better. Okay, let’s get this cast
off and have a look, shall we?”

He slid across
the floor on his stool with wheels to a machine, grabbing what
looked like a small saw and sliding back next to the bed I was
on.

“What the fuck
is that?” I asked, my eyes as big as saucers. “Sorry, but what the
hell?”

“It’s a cast
saw, it cuts through the fibreglass casing,” my surgeon
explained.

“What if it
cuts through to my leg?”

He gave me a
reassuring smile. “It won’t, I promise.”

“I can’t
watch. Can you knock me out or something? I can’t watch. You’re
about to put that sharp, spinning wheel of death right against my
leg. I need to be unconscious.”

“Alexis, it’s
fine. I’ve had it done before, you’ll be fine,” Derek placed his
hand on my shoulder and lightly flexed his fingers. It was nicely
comforting but I wished he was Bryce standing there reassuring me
and calming me.

I covered my
face with my hands. “Do it, just do it.”

I heard the
saw start up, and I swear I nearly passed out. “Oh my God. Oh my
God,” I muffled through my fingers.

Within minutes
my leg was free, but I was still covering my face, breathing
deeply.

“Alexis, it’s
done.”

I opened my
eyes and peeked though my fingers. It was done, and as my surgeon
pried the cast apart and away from my leg, I cringed. It looked
shocking. My skin was dry and peeling and there was still minor
yellowing from the bruises around the incision marks.

“Yuck, it
looks hideous.”

“It does not.
It actually looks really good. It’s healed nicely. Now, can you
push against my hand?”

I tried to
push his hand away with my foot. I could do it, but only
weakly.

“That’s good.
How does that feel?”

“Okay.” It did
feel okay, just getting some air to it was nice.

 

***

Derek drove me
home after I was fitted into a moon boot. It was much heavier than
the cast but it was so much better in the sense I could take it off
as long as I kept my foot completely still. I could also itch as
freely as I’d liked. I thanked Derek for all his help and organised
another lesson for the following day.

Later that
night after I’d just settled in bed, my phone rang.

“Do you miss
me?” I answered, after seeing a picture of my Mr. Hotness Clark
appear on the screen.

“Do you need
to ask?” he replied, and I visualised him smirking. “So how’d you
go at the surgeon’s clinic today?”

“Good. I’m
wearing astronaut’s foot attire. It’s rather sexy. And best of all,
I can itch and scratch as much as I like. Mind you, he cut my cast
off with a friggin’ saw, Bryce. A sharp, fast and incredibly scary
saw. I was terrified.”

“Awww, Hunny,
I’m sorry I wasn’t there. At least Lucy was though, I’m sure she
would’ve held your hand.”

“Actually no,
she wasn’t. She got held up in traffic. Derek took me instead.”

“Derek?” he
questioned rather quickly. “Why did Derek take you?”

Oh, fuck!
How do I explain this without giving my secret away?
Shit!
Crap! Balls!

“He called in
to pick up something just as Lucy rang to say she was not going to
make it. Seeing that I was without a ride, he offered to take me
and bring me back.”

“Right,” he
mumbled. “That was nice of him.”

There was an
awkward silent pause.
Shit!

I had to think
of something to break the pause. “So, about this naked picture...I
was thinking real time would be better.”
I hate myself
sometimes. I am my own worst enemy. Stupid, stupid Alexis.

“What did you
have in mind?” His tone changed, my suggestion having successfully
side tracked his thoughts from Derek.

“FaceTime
me.”

Almost
instantly, I had a request come through to my phone for a FaceTime
chat. I hit accept and was pleasantly greeted with my handsome
man’s sexy face.

“There’s my
gorgeous lady.”

“There’s my
yummy man.”

“Just seeing
you makes everything better.”

I sighed.

“Show me your
moon boot, and you better be naked.”

I giggled,
“Hang on.” I put the phone down.
I can’t believe I’m doing
this.
I stripped my nightie off completely then laid myself
back down on the bed, positioning myself in my most sensual pose.
“So, Mr. Clark, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

All of a
sudden, I was staring through the phone at a chandelier, and I
could hear the unzipping of his pants. I was squinting at the phone
trying to make out exactly what he was doing when the phone moved
again and Bryce’s handsome hankering face was staring back at me.
“What do you want to see first, Ms. Summers?”

Hmmm...cock? Arse? Pecs? V?
“I think I’ll start with your
chest.”

He held the
phone out and positioned it in front of his body, giving me a view
of his delectable chest. Even the sight of him via phone call was
enough to begin my path to lubrication.

I cleared my
throat.

“My turn. I
want to see your boot then I want you to bring the phone slowly up
your body,” he said with authority.

I did what I
was told, showing him my boot and moving the phone up my bent leg
and across my pussy.

“Slow down,
Alexis,” he demanded, with a dominant growl that escalated my heart
rate, and again I did as I was told.

“Fuck, Hunny,
you have no idea how badly I want to run my tongue across you and
taste your wetness. I fucking miss how good you taste. It’s been
far too long.”

“Lucky for
you, tasting is now back on the menu.”

“I can see
that.”

I had a sudden
surge of confidence and dragged my finger down to my clit, so that
he could see it swirl my sensitive spot.

“Fuck, Alexis,
you’re fucking killing me. I should hop on a plane right now and
come there and do that myself.”

“I wish you
could,” I moaned as I removed my finger and placed it in my mouth,
moving the phone along with it so he could watch. I then sucked it
and returned it to my pussy, gently playing with my entrance. “Your
turn, I want to see you stroke yourself.”

He obliged,
and I was instantly rewarded with a close up view of his clock
being caressed by his clenched hand, slowly gripping from his base
and stopping just short of his tip.

“Swirl your
thumb over your head.”

He did.

“Pump
it...Start slow, then increase your speed.”

Again he did
as he was told while I continued to tease myself with my finger. I
watched him pick up his pace when I noticed his crown start to
glisten.

“Slow down,” I
growled mimicking his dominant instruction. “I want to see your
wetness.”

“You sound so
fucking sexy right now, Hunny.”
I actually didn’t give a shit
how sexy I sounded. I wanted to see him milk himself and I wanted
to see it now.

“Bryce, I want
you to come for me,” I pleaded.

He didn’t
waste any time and began pumping himself vigorously. I could see
the muscles in his lower abdomen tense, together with his upper
thighs and forearm as he spilled out his orgasm, jerking with each
thrust.

I licked my
lips as I watched him. “Mmm, thank you.”

“Now, put your
phone back down to your finger, Hunny.”

I obeyed.

“Flick your
clitoris and do it fast.”

I twitched my
finger quickly and took pleasure in my movements, closing my eyes
and imagining it was Bryce between my legs.

“Alexis, I
want to see your face when you come undone.”

“Uh huh,” I
answered as my climax began to rise.

“Put in your
finger inside you, make it wet, then flick your clitoris
again.”

I inserted my
finger into my warm, wet pussy, sliding it in and out a couple of
times, then I went right back to flicking my sensitive spot, ready
to come for him. I sucked in a deep breath, arching my back as I
lifted the phone to my face. I stared at him intensely as I spiked
then slowly came back down from my orgasm.

“I’m not going
to last five days, Hunny. I can fucking guarantee it.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO

The amount of
times I had woken up with a smile since being with Bryce was
probably ridiculously unheard of, yet it continued to happen pretty
much on a daily basis, this day being no exception.

I picked up my
phone and stared at the screen willing the vision of my first
phone-FaceTime sex with Bryce to reappear. It was incredibly hot
and satisfying, and second to him actually being here with me, was
probably my new favourite form of release. Another reason I was
smiling as I got myself out of bed and into the shower was because
I would be continuing my guitar lessons with Derek today. I had a
long way to go, but he’d seemed pleased with my progress after just
one day, so my aim to play at least part of a song for Bryce was
promising.

Another thing
on my to-do list for the day was speak to Samantha. From the moment
I found out about Gareth’s DID diagnosis, I’d had this underlying
feeling that I had to warn her about it. Call it a gut instinct, I
don’t know, but I just felt she had a right to know who she was
really dating. Our encounters in recent times had been obviously
brief, having only spoken to her momentarily at my party and again
when she delivered my flowers from Carly. It was obvious she felt
uneasy in my presence, and I’m not sure if that was result of my
accident or if Gareth had told her an untruth about me. Either way,
it was time to get to the bottom of it.

***

I finished my
shower and made my way to the lounge room where Lucy was putting
together the kiddy playpen she had bought yesterday.

“Look what
Mummy bought for you, Roly Poly. It’s your own personal jail,” she
said sarcastically to Alexander as she clicked the walls in
place.

I corrected
her as I sat myself down on the sofa. “It’s not a jail, Luce.”

“It is. Look
at the bloody thing, it has bars. I feel terrible putting him in
this.”

“It’s for his
own safety. As long as you put some toys in there with him, he’ll
have a ball. Plus, you can now go to the toilet without taking him
with you. I’m thinking that action in itself is far more
detrimental to him than the kiddy pen.”

“Well, yeah,
probably I guess.”

I laughed at
her confusion. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Do you know
if Gareth is still seeing Samantha?”

“I think so. I
don’t exactly ask him about his love life. Why?”

“Because I
think Samantha has a right to know about Gareth’s condition. It has
been bugging me for a long time.”

“She may
already know.”

“See, that’s
the thing. I honestly don’t think she does. If she did, I’m
guessing she would re-evaluate her relationship status with
him.”

Lucy shrugged
her shoulders.

“Look, I’m not
calling her shallow or anything. I’m just thinking that she is
young and naive and not the type that could handle a condition such
as Gareth’s. I am hoping to be wrong, you know.”

“So what are
you planning on doing about it? Clearly you plan on doing
something.”

I sighed,
thinking about the precarious situation. “I don’t know. A part of
me is saying: ‘Yes, tell her, she has a right to know’. But there
is also a part of me that is saying: ‘Stay out of it, it’s none of
your business. Your interference could undo Gareth’s progression of
late’. And believe me, Luce, the last thing I want to do is
contribute to Gareth reverting back to a dark place.”

“Alexis,
normally I would say stay out of all things that involve Gareth.
But I know Samantha is your friend, and I also know that you are
stubborn like the best of them. What I will say is tread carefully.
Say only what you need to and nothing else.”

“Will you help
me?”

She sighed. “I
hate getting involved where Gareth is concerned. I’ve been on the
firing end of his alter Scott, and let me tell you...it was
terrifying.”

“What
happened?”

“Well, Gareth
has an alter Scott. I know you are aware of him, Bryce mentioned he
has made himself known to you a couple of times.”

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