by Lee Wardlow
His lips pressed against my cheek as his fingers stroked my body. I had to hold onto something, so I gripped the sides of the tub.
More water sloshed over the side of the tub and Davy chuckled. I was moving too much but I couldn’t help myself. He whispered sweet, naughty words in my ear, “I love your pussy. So, warm right now wanting me.”
I groaned. His fingers were gentle coaxing me along. “I can’t wait to stick my cock in you, Caz. You’re making me so hard baby.”
The heat was building in my lower body. The need to come intensifying. Where had this naughty Davy come from? This take command lover was new and exciting to me.
“That’s my girl,” he urged me as my legs began to tremble; a sure sign that I was about to have an orgasm.
He tweaked my nipple harder and I came apart in Davy’s arms. It was intense and almost painful but so, so sweet. I gasped for air as my body throbbed on Davy’s fingers. He didn’t keep moving he just held them in place extending my pleasure. I turned my head and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome. Want to head to bed. I’d like to do naughty things to you still.”
I nodded. I scooted forward to let the water drain from the tub. Davy stood, fully erect, that man was impressive. I licked my lips anticipating another round in bed with him.
“I’ll get us some towels. Be careful when you step out. There’s a small pond on the floor because somebody couldn’t sit still,” he teased me.
I scowled at him. “I wonder why?”
He laughed and turned to leave the bathroom. The view was as nice from behind as it was from the front. When he disappeared, I rose to get out of the tub.
I’ll be honest, I have never been the graceful sister. Probably no one would say that either myself or Lacey would make ballerina’s, but I was way worse than her.
My left foot hit the water on the tile floor and started sliding. My right foot got hung up in the gold handle on the side of the tub. I had nothing but air to catch myself. In other words, I hit the tile floor hard. I heard something pop and screamed because an agonizing pain was shooting through my leg.
I didn’t know if something was broken but I knew this was very, very, bad. I couldn’t move without causing myself excruciating pain. Davy ran into the bathroom with a towel for me and one wrapped around his waist.
“Baby this is not good.” Those are not the words I wanted to hear three weeks before my wedding. “Caz, I need to call 911.”
“David Michael Steward,” I cried. That stopped him in his tracts. He was heading out of the bathroom to get his phone. “I am naked,” I shouted at him.
He walked over to me and covered me with the towel in his hand. If I hadn’t been in so much pain I would have slapped him. “Davy, I need clothes.”
“Honey,” he squatted down my me. “Your right leg is bent at a funny angle and seeing blood is not for me at my best moment so I’m trying really hard not to look but I think that you have a compound fracture.
“I’ve never seen anything that looked like it does, and I played football for four years in high school and many years before that in pee wee and middle school.
“Your left ankle looks swollen and is bruising already like it could be broken too. Did you bang it against the tub?”
“I don’t know, Davy. It happened so fast. Could I have something bigger than a towel,” I begged. “Blanket or a sheet from the linen closet? Anything but just a towel.”
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. Left the towel covering me and went to the other room. He didn’t say anything before he left. He was gone for a while, so I didn’t know what he was doing. When he returned he had a sheet and a t-shirt of his plus his phone and he was talking to someone.
“I unlocked the door. Please tell them to come in so I don’t have to leave my fiancée. We’re upstairs. When I hear them, I’ll meet them in the hall, so they know where to go.”
He had put on jeans and a plain white undershirt, like the one in his hand. He had tennis shoes on his feet now too.
He squatted beside me and put the shirt over my head. Carefully, so I didn’t move my lower half he fed my arms through the sleeves. Then he worked it down as far as he could with what little help I could give him until I couldn’t take the pain anymore. Davy covered me with the sheet then.
He ran his finger across my face. “Better?” He asked.
I had tears in my eyes when I nodded at him. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “This is bad, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yep, it’s pretty bad.”
“I’ve ruined everything,” I cried.
He took my hand. “How exactly have you ruined everything?” Davy asked me.
“We’re supposed to be married in three weeks.”
He smiled at me. “We’re getting married in three weeks if I have to carry you to Shawn Lane to do the deed.”
I would have laughed but I was in too much pain. Davy could see how badly I was hurting as the tears rolled down my cheeks. He caressed my face and held my hand until we heard the paramedics in the front entry calling to him.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised.
He returned with Zeke. I knew him from high school. Biggest football star known in Severe. People still stopped him on the street to talk about the last play his Senior year which won them the state championship.
Everyone knew Zeke, now, one of the town’s paramedics. With him was a guy I didn’t know. Thank you, Jesus and Davy that he listened to me and put some clothes on me.
“This is not good, Caz.” Zeke was squatted beside me looking under the sheet. “Right leg has a compound fracture. What did you do? It takes a lot of force to break the femur.”
“I slipped on water getting out the tub. Right foot stayed in the tub,” I explained. “Hooked my foot on the handle on the rim of the tub.”
His partner was by my left ankle. “Left ankle is badly bruised, swollen. She probably banged it against the tub when she fell. I don’t think it’s broken but the hospital will do x-rays to be sure. I’ll get the gurney.”
“Did you hit your head?” Zeke asked.
Nope, the breasts cushioned the fall no head trauma, but I didn’t tell him that. “No,” I simply replied.
He took my vitals. Then the other paramedic returned with the gurney. Zeke touched my head. He was troubled, I could see. I knew what was coming. “This is going to be painful when we move you to the gurney,” he explained. There is just no easy, way to do it.”
I nodded.
He rose to his feet. I looked up. Zeke was a tight end in high school. A big guy. Six four. Probably same weight as high school too. I wish I was. I was easily a good ten to fifteen pounds heavier.
“Davy, you need to step back.” Zeke put his big hand against Davy’s chest and shoved him gently back towards the far wall.
My Davy didn’t want to leave my side. I could see it in his face. I wanted him as close as he could be too; holding my hand while they lifted me from the ground, but they needed the space to move me.
“Blake, put the gurney right next to her. You get her head and upper body I’ll get her under the legs and back. I don’t want to jostle her too much. That compound fracture is going to be painful.”
Zeke moved to my side. His eyes were compassionate and quite pretty. Long, dark lashes accentuated the pale green of his eyes. I wonder why he had never gotten married.
I seem to recall his girlfriend from high school broke up with him after college. Maybe that was the reason?
The man Zeke called Blake went to my head. He glanced down at me, “Ready?” He asked distracting me from noticing Zeke’s eyes.
I nodded.
Zeke slipped his hands under my butt and back. My bare butt was sitting in his hands right now. He didn’t notice or at least didn’t let me know that he was now holding me by my bare ass. “On three, Blake. One, two, three.”
I wasn’t prepared for the shock of sharp pain that shot throu
gh me when the two men lifted me quickly and laid me on the gurney. “Davy,” I cried. He came to my side and took my hand.
“I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you.”
“Blake give her a minute,” Zeke told him. They gathered their cases and headed downstairs to store them in the ambulance.
“You’re all right,” Davy whispered brushing his hand across my forehead and hair. “I’m right here.”
I could only nod at him, but I was grateful that he was there.
A few minutes later, Zeke and Blake returned. “Davy, we need to get her to the hospital. That fracture needs repaired right away. She’s lost some blood too.”
He nodded. “Can I ride with you, Zeke?”
“Sure.”
Blake drove the ambulance. Zeke rode in the back with me and Davy. Every bump in the road brought forth a gasp of pain from me but Davy never let go of my hand until the nurse at the emergency room told him, “Mr. Steward, you can’t go back with us. Someone will let you know how she is shortly.”
He kissed my forehead before they took me back. “I’m right here, Caz,” he promised.
I didn’t want to let my Davy go.
Davy Steward’s Wedding Blues
Chapter 7
They wouldn’t let me go with her.
I sat down hard in one of the chairs. I needed to call Lacey and let her know where we were. I didn’t know if she would want to come here. She was seven months pregnant, but she at least should know.
“Davy, what’s wrong?”
I rarely called Lacey so of course something was wrong since I was making a call to her tonight at nearly eight o’clock in the evening. Maybe I needed to work on my relationship with my future sister-in-law where I only reached out to her in emergencies.
It was hard for me to be social. I was the quiet one. The introvert. I relied on numbers and facts. I was logical. That is why it was so difficult for me to process what Georgie could do with her gift.
“Caz took a spill out of the bathtub. We’re at the emergency room.”
I heard her cluck her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Not that I’m graceful but she was always way worse than me. Is she, all right?”
“No,” I replied. “Compound fracture of the femur. She banged her ankle against the tub. It’s black and blue. I thought it might be broken but…”
“Wait, what?”
“She’s in bad shape, Lacey. She was screaming when they moved her to the gurney,” I got choked up and couldn’t speak for a moment. I ran my hand across my jaw trying to collect myself. “I couldn’t do anything to help her.”
“Brodie and I will be right there, Davy.”
“Thanks.”
Then I did what I always did when I needed someone. I called my twin. He answered on the first ring, like always. I rose from the seat I was sitting in and walked to the window where no one would see the tears in my eyes.
“She’s hurt, Ewan. It crushed me that I couldn’t do anything for her to ease her pain.”
“I know, Davy. She’ll be all right though,” he promised me.
I wish he was here because I needed him right now but that was selfish. I had pushed Greer to make him leave with Leo. I thought it was the right thing for him at the time, but it was like losing a piece of myself when Ewan left Severe.
As twins, we were inseparable. He knew things about me without me saying anything as I did him. It’s cliché, I know but true. I had missed him. At times, I think more than he had missed me. I hadn’t seen him since Brodie’s shooting, nearly six months. It was too long to go without seeing my brother.
The move was good for him though. Ewan had grown as a man and a person. He was more settled than he had been in years. With Tasha, I didn’t think he guessed about whether he should be with her like he did with Greer. He wasn’t uncertain of his sexuality anymore. He was bi-sexual. He could love both men and women and we were all okay with that.
In Detroit, he was more open to exploring what he was. Things with Tasha just naturally came together. Did he love her? He lived with her. He was committed to her, but I wasn’t sure how serious they were yet. I always felt like Ewan held back a piece of himself from everyone but Greer and me.
I wiped at my eyes.
He talked to me until I heard Lacey’s voice then I told him I had to go. Before we hung up, I told him how much I loved him. He was the one brother, that I never failed to tell that to.
“I love you too, Davy. Call if you need me.”
“I will.”
I shoved the phone in my pocket and met Lacey by the chairs where I had been sitting. She hugged me which surprised me, honestly. We weren’t the hugging type, or I wasn’t, and I had made her feel like she couldn’t approach me. I regretted that now.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
I almost laughed out loud when I took in her attire. She was wearing pajamas, plaid bottoms that hung low under her pregnant belly and a tank top. She had thrown a hoodie on and rushed out the door. My brother was right behind her as we sat down.
“I’m fine,” I told her glancing at her then back at the floor. “Thank you for coming, you guys. I really appreciate it.”
She laid her hand on my arm. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else. Eddie told me to call as soon as we know anything. I called him on the way here.”
I nodded. I wondered if she had any idea how much her leaving had hurt Caz. Now wasn’t the time to tell her what it had done to her sister but some time, I thought she and Caz needed to talk.
Two hours after we arrived, we were called back to see Caz and her doctor stopped me in the hallway to talk about her injury. He shook my hand and introduced himself as Doctor Ryan Shindle.
Young, not much older than me. Dark haired, glasses. Kind of reminded me of me which put me at ease right away.
“Nice to meet you, Doctor. How is Caz?”
“The ankle isn’t broken just bruised badly. A few tendons were stretched but not torn. She’s going to be hurting for a while. The femur requires surgery to reset it, but it is a clean break, so we should be able to do it here. We’re just waiting for the orthopedic surgeon to get here.”
“That is good news.”
“Yes, it is. If it was worse, we would have had to transfer her downtown. She wants to remain here where she’s comfortable.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Lacey. “Could we see her?” Lacey asked.
“Sure, she’s right through that door. She’s a lot loopy right now. We’ve made her comfortable until the surgeon gets here.”
We went through the door he had indicated. I was relieved to see her resting comfortably after the agony of getting her on the gurney at the house.
Lacey leaned over the bed and kissed her sister. “Caz,” she said her name.
My girl’s eyelids fluttered. I could tell she was drugged and having difficulty trying to open them. “You didn’t have to come here,” she mumbled.
“Of course, I did. I’m your sister.” She nodded. Lacey took her hand. “I heard you had a bad fall out of the tub.”
“Davy warned me I was spilling too much water over the side of the tub but I jus’ couldn’t sit still.” Then she giggled like a schoolgirl spilling all her deepest, darkest secrets.
I cleared my throat, hoping she would stop talking. Brodie and Lacey both turned and looked at me with smirks on their faces.
Caz thankfully stopped talking. She smiled at me. I leaned over and kissed her. “Feeling better?” I asked.
“Yeah, the drugs are amaze-balls.”
I chuckled at Caz. Never, in our time together had I heard her use that phrase. She rarely drank and didn’t take anything so whatever they gave her was really affecting her.
“Three months of physical therapy,” she whimpered. Crutches as soon as I can stand. I think that’s what he said.” The doctor hadn’t told me about after the surgery yet.
“Do you know you’re going to have surgery?” I asked her.
She nodded.
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“Then don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get you through whatever you need to do to get back on your feet,” I told her.
“I’m an expert at physical therapy, Caz. I still have to exercise the weaker leg, we can work on it together.” If anyone knew how much pain she was going to be in, it was Brodie.
She smiled at Brodie and nodded. “I’d like that Brodie. I want us to be friends for Lacey’s sake.”
“Me too, Caz,” he agreed. He patted Lacey’s shoulders. “Want me to call Eddie and let him know what’s going on?”
“Thanks Brodie. He’ll be worried.”
As Brodie started to leave the room, Caz began to sob. I turned to her. “Caz, are you in pain? Want me to get the nurse?”
She shook her head no. “Eddie’s worried?” She sobbed.
“Of course, he is, Caz. I called him on the way here,” Lacey replied.
“But he lied to me.”
I glanced at Lacey. Her eyes met mine and I realized that she was clearly confused. “Is this the drugs making her hallucinate?” She whispered.
“No, not a good, time to get into this when she’s high on drugs.”
“Caz, honey. You’re fine. Brodie call Eddie,” I said. “Maybe take Lacey with you,” I suggested to my brother.
“No.” Lacey was frowning at both me and Caz. She pushed me back.
“What did Eddie lie to you about Caz?”
I glanced at my brother standing in the doorway and I shook my head. He knew this wasn’t going to be good, so he waited.
Caz was higher than a kite on the morphine they had given her. She was mumbling things now. “Caz, I can’t understand you. What did Eddie lie about?”
My Caz, looked up at Lacey with tear filled eyes, like she had lost her best friend and she told her, “You left me Lace.” Tears rolled down the sides of her face. Her focus was out of whack. I wasn’t sure that it was even possible that she was seeing Lacey at this moment. Her pupils were so dilated.
Caz licked her lips. “You just left me.” She sounded so sad it broke my heart. I had already seen her cry once today about this but hearing the words explaining what she had felt, it was worse. I scrubbed my hands over my face.
