I'd Rather Not (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 3)

“Then why won’t you let me see your legs?” I found myself blurting.

He stilled for a few seconds, then started to laugh.

“I didn’t know that I was hiding them from you,” he admitted.

I thought about that for a second.

“Every time we’ve done it, it’s been with your pants on,” I said quietly.

He paused for a moment.

“Yeah,” he found himself saying. “That’s true.”

I skimmed my hands up to his ribs, then smoothed them back down to his waist.

“I’m not going to freak out,” I promised.

He laughed then, pushing my head back by using his fingers on my jaw until I was looking up at him.

“I never meant to hide anything from you,” he promised. “I’m not embarrassed by my body. I’m honestly pretty open with it. I’ve had to be. But I think what’s happening is that we’re getting all caught up in the moment, and I’m just taking the easy and lazy way out. Stripping off takes time, and honestly, you’re pretty fucking demanding. I don’t want to waste time doing the unnecessary…like taking off my pants.”

I guess that did kind of make sense.

When we went at it, we were kind of intense.

“Come to the bedroom,” he said as he pulled me with him. “You can help me undress this time.”

And boy, did I.

By the time I had him naked, I found that he wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable with his body.

His cock sat stiff and hard between the tangle of curls between his thighs. His abdominals distracted me for a few seconds as I cataloged a new bruise on his belly.

I skimmed my fingers over it on my perusal of his body.

“Was that from the bank today?” I asked, flicking my eyes up to him.

He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

I hummed as I allowed my eyes to wander back down his body.

His thighs were muscular and defined, and he had cuts in the muscle that looked like he was sculpted instead of a real live human being.

“I didn’t know that muscles had definition like this,” I found myself saying.

“The doctor that helped me get back on my feet said that the stronger my legs were, the better and easier it would be to adapt to the prosthetics. I took that to heart and started working them out as hard as I could.” He paused. “In the beginning, I was pretty angry. I had a lot of extra time on my hands, so I worked on my body and tried to keep my nose clean.”

I smoothed my hands up his thighs, then let my eyes skim over the rest of his legs.

He’d removed the prosthetics for me. He’d said he wanted me to see all of him and had warned me that his legs from the knee down weren’t very pretty.

And he was right.

There was a lot of scarring, and when I say a lot, I meant a lot.

It looked like Edward Scissorhands had come up to him and ran his scissor fingers all along his lower legs before finally snipping them off with a hacksaw from the knee down.

“Does the scarring hurt?” I found myself asking.

“No,” he said. “Not anymore, at least. Then? Fuck yeah, it hurt bad.”

I could imagine.

It looked like it hurt.

“You can touch them,” he laughed, seeing my indecision. “I promise I’m not going to break.”

With no hesitation, I did.

I touched him, running my fingers over the smooth skin.

“Does this hurt?” I said as I ran my fingers over his stump. “From walking on it all day?”

“Not any more or less than your feet would after a long day at the office,” he answered.

I hummed and moved so that I was positioned between his legs.

He widened them to allow for more room, and grinned when I smoothed my hands up the length of his thighs.

“Done inspecting?” he asked.

My gaze settled on his cock.

“Yeah,” I bit my lip. “I’m done.”

His cock twitched at my attention, and I found myself grinning.

“Good,” he said, reaching for his cock. “Because it’s torture to have you naked and running your hands along my body without returning the favor.”

I watched him stroke his cock.

He was much rougher with his penis than I would’ve been, and I found myself fascinated as I watched him. Watched his piercing glint in the light. His cock pulse with every beat of his heart.

“How long does it take you to masturbate?” I found myself asking.

He grinned. “I don’t know. Do I get to watch porn while I do it? Or am I doing it in a porta-John in the middle of a desert while three guys wait for me?”

I bit my lip.

“You’ve done that second thing?” I wondered.

He grinned. “Yeah. Sure have. A lot. When you’re deployed, it’s not like you really have that much of a choice. When you’re horny, you take care of it. That’s just what you do.”