Nuts About You: A Testicular Cancer Anthology

by Anthology

  Come on, I could really use a smart reply right about now, but the only head that seems to be working is in my pants. Isn’t there a law against sexy voices when someone is in a rough spot or something?

  I can hear her move and know she’s looming over me. The sweet smell of jasmine and vanilla attacks my nose. This is pure torture considering I can almost feel the heat of her body so close to me…and that dog that’s...

  “Could you stop humping me?” I grumble in frustration.

  There’s a bite of pain due to a slap on my biceps.

  “I. Am. Not. Humping you.” She seethes and I can feel her step away from me.

  “No. Fuck, no. Not you, babe. The dog. The dog is humping my arm.

  “There’s a dog in there?” Her voice does have a bite to it, although this time it’s filled with emotion.

  I feel her crouching down next to me and then curly flames come into my line of vision. She’s a fucking redhead? Great, just fucking great.

  “Aw, you sweet little thing, I’ll get you out. But first I need to get this huge chunk of biker out of our way, so hold on little one.” She croons.

  I’m still processing her words when she slides my other arm free that was tucked underneath my body.

  “Grab hold of me.” She instructs.

  “Don’t have to tell me fucking twice.” I mumble.

  Damn, I haven’t even seen her and I’m already hooked to that enchanting voice.

  My fingers find a loop on her jeans and do as I’m told. I feel her touch on my back as she presses me down against the ground some more. Probably to create more space and get a right angle to get my arm free. My cheek is now on the pavement and I see her pressing her boot against the curb with her knee slightly bent. Tight fingers wrap around my biceps.

  “Hold on.” She says only seconds before I see her leg go straight as a board and my arm is yanked loose. Hard.

  Fuck, that hurt. Although I can hardly complain considering my arm is now free. There’s that whine again. Shit, the dog is still in there.

  “Move.”

  I’m pushed out of the way right after she throws that word out. Sitting up, I inspect my arm that has some lacerations. When I divert my gaze, all I see is a tight jean clad ass up in the air and a green shirt. Her magnificent red curls are about shoulder length and dancing around.

  “I’ve got you, little one.” She mumbles in an endearing voice while moving back.

  There’s a little bundle in her hands that might have been white at some point but it’s dirty as fuck now. My eyes slide up and I am absolutely speechless. Some might not classify her as hot, but she most definitely is to me.

  Those corkscrew flames surround her face. Eyebrows that are so perfectly arched that it appears she is questioning things. Her lips seem like they are locked in a forever pout. Full, pink, and I cannot wait to taste them. She’s got a light spread of freckles on her cheeks and nose that look hot as fuck.

  I’m still taking in every inch of her face even though it’s blocked due to the puppy she’s holding up to inspect.

  “I think you’re a Doberman pup, but you’re all white… oh such pretty eyes…you’re an albino, aren’t you?” Her gaze locks with mine. “Don’t you think?”

  There’s no air in my lungs. I might as well swallow my tongue because all of my bodily functions seems to seize with her standing right in front of me.

  “Shit. You’re bleeding too.” She scrambles from the ground.

  With the pup in one hand, she holds out the other one for me to take. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up too.”

  My fingers wrap around hers and there’s no denying the feeling of contentment that washes over me. Pushing myself off the ground, we keep our hands locked a moment longer than necessary. The pup starts to stir and she lets go to cradle the dog and walks off.

  I see her tight ass stalk into the direction of the vegetable store. That’s where I was going when I stepped off my bike and got sidetracked by the pup in the drain. My mom is in a retirement home and I visit as much as I can. I always come here first so I can buy her some strawberries or other fruit. I’ve never seen this chick here, though. There’s always an old dude managing the store and talking my ear off.

  Walking past a black GMC Sierra pickup truck, I follow the redhead into the store. She turns and shoves the pup into my hands.

  “Can you hold him while I go grab the first-aid kit?” She doesn’t wait for a reply but just jogs into the back and comes right out a few minutes later, kit in hand and a blanket in the other.

  Putting the things on the counter, she walks toward the apples and grabs a box. She turns it upside down to empty it over another crate and walks back to take the blanket and puts it in the box. She grabs the pup, places a kiss on its head and gently sets him in the box that now clearly functions as a bed.

  “Okay, let’s do you first.” Her words dropping like a bomb.

  Yeah, let’s do me. Right here? Shall I unzip my pants while you do the same? Damn, focus Corban, I don’t even know her name.

  “Before we get into you, or me, doing anything, let’s make some formal introductions first.” My hand comes up for her to take. “Corban Winspear.”

  Her delicate fingers wrap around me in a tight grip, she shakes twice and lets go. “Maud Gilford.”

  “As in ‘Gilford’s Fruit & Vegetables’?” The thought slips from my lips.

  She gives a tight nod. “The very one. I’m the owner.”

  “The owner.” I snort, because I always see the older dude here so I’m pretty sure her dad owns the store.

  “Yes. Owner. As in working my ass off from the day I started, get up early, hard work and shit. That such a surprise to you, biker boy?” She bites out her words, clearly annoyed by the snort that snuck out, meaning I wasn’t buying her being the owner.

  And, really…biker boy? Okay…I am a biker, but I’m hardly a boy. I’m thirty-four years old... I’m a big dude at six foot four and my arms and chest are massive. Considering I’m wearing a tank and my leather cut, that obviously displays I belong to Wicked Throttle Motorcycle Club, along with the little patch she can’t miss stating the fact that I’m the VP. As in Vice President of the MC. Clearly, I’m not a fucking boy.

  “Do I look like a fucking biker boy to you?” I growl while I tower over her.

  The pup starts to growl and jump, catching both of our attention.

  She smiles down. “Oh, I’m gonna keep you. Such a good boy, already protecting me, huh?”

  “Pretty sure he was protecting me, babe.” I chuckle.

  She crosses her arms in front of her chest, making my gaze drop to a perfect pair of pressed up tits. Nice.

  “He’s mine, I’m keeping him.” Her face shows no room for disagreement.

  Obviously, she doesn’t know me. I never back down. Inching forward, invading her space some more, I lean down until our noses almost touch. “Then we’ll divide ownership because the pup is mine too.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You make it sound like you’re the Daddy and I’m the Mommy. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “That’s right, we’re doggie parents now. You’re stuck with us guys. Ain’t that right, Elmo?” Turning my head, I direct that last part to the pup.

  He jumps up and barks. “See, he likes his name.”

  “Elmo? As in that red Muppet character?” She closes her eyes and shakes her head.

  Spinning back, my lips almost touch hers. “Don’t diss Elmo. He was all I got growing up.”

  “Fine.” She seethes. “You picked the name so I get Elmo the first few days. I’ll take him to the vet and you can come by here on Friday to have him for the weekend. Bring him back on Monday. There, parenting divorced-style.”

  Fuck that. “We will take him to the vet and I’ll come over later to your house so he can settle in and get used to the both of us.” I. Am. Brilliant. Thank you Elmo.

  Her mouth drops open and she takes a step back. Elmo starts to whine, startling her out of
her shocked state. We both squat down. The pup starts to lick her hand and switches to mine.

  Maud looks up at me. “Fine.” She grumbles.

  I’m pretty sure my heart and dick twitched in sync by the sound of that single word.

  “Are you gonna do me?” I can barely keep my face straight.

  For a second she looks like she’s gonna hit me before her gaze shifts to my arm.

  “Shit. Yeah. Sorry.” Maud swallows as she turns to grab the First-aid kit.

  Her first reaction was the correct one, because she’s for fucking sure going to do me.

  Chapter Two

  “There, all taken care off.” Maud states as she puts the antiseptic cream back into the First-aid kit and walks off to stash it away.

  I check out my arm and yeah, she did do a nice job with cleaning it up and making sure it doesn’t get infected. She walks back out with a bowl of water and a wet cloth. Bending over, she places the bowl on the ground. Maud gently lifts the pup out of the box and sets him down. Elmo starts to slurp up the liquid. Maud starts to rub the cloth over his fur to clean him up.

  After a moment, Elmo’s forgotten all about the water and is trying to grab the cloth. Maud beams the brightest of smiles before she hands me the cloth.

  “Here, you entertain our dog. I need to get some work done.” She stands up as Elmo tries to follow my hand while I spin the towel in circles.

  I shamelessly watch her ass sway from left to right before I’m disturbed by needles piercing my skin. Fuck.

  “Easy boy, no biting, ya hear?” I tell Elmo with a firm voice, making him release my hand from the tight grip of his teeth.

  Scooping him up, I watch as Maud opens the back of her pickup truck. She leans in, grabs hold of a few crates and lifts them out of the truck. They look heavy as shit but she walks around with them like it’s the most normal thing. She places them at the entrance on the left side against the wall. Walking back to the truck, she repeats the action on the right side of the wall.

  Elmo and I watch as Maud unloads the truck and walks into the store with a few other heavy crates. Dropping them on the floor with a loud smack, the pup yelps and catches Maud’s attention. She strolls over.

  “So sorry, sweetie. Mommy’s not used to keeping it down and you’re not used to my loud routine, are ya?” She croons.

  Damn. She’s so fucking close to me, her smell surrounds us as she leans in to kiss the fucking dog.

  “Got one of those for Daddy?” One can try, right?

  Her nose scrunches up in an adorable teasing way while her head gives a little shake. Then she surprises the fuck out of me when her hand comes up and cups my neck, pulling me down the same time as she rises on the tip of her toes to place a lightning flash kiss right on my fucking mouth. As if a feather brushes over my lips, leaving a tingly feeling all over.

  “Fucking tease.” I grumble.

  Her soft snicker flows through the air as she steps away. Just before she walks out the door, she kicks against a few crates, making them align straight. And that would be the reason why she’s wearing those kick ass boots instead of the fuck me heels I’m used to with the women who hang around at the clubhouse.

  Not that she’s like those chicks who will spread their legs for every single one of my brothers at any time. Pretty sure my days of random fucking are over too. This Mommy and Daddy talk is making me crave a step into the future. I want to settle with the things life gives you; a gorgeous woman to come home to and a family of my own.

  Yeah, my brothers are my family. That’s the reason I’ve been with Wicked Throttle MC for about fifteen years now. My dad was still a member when I became a prospect, he died before I was patched in. Bike accident, leaving my mom and my sister behind. There are only two of the older generations left in our club. And they are also the only two with Old Ladies.

  So, if I was to claim this red-haired dog Mommy, she’d be the first of the new generation of Old Ladies. No fucking doubt about it, she could handle it, I’m sure. I make a mental note to invite her to the clubhouse on Friday. There’s gonna be a party so that will most definitely either scare her away or settle her right in. That’s going to be a very interesting sink or swim situation.

  “What’s that look on your face for?” Maud’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.

  Glancing her way, I see she’s holding out a bag and is walking to the cash register.

  Seeing no reason why I should lie, I might as well ask her right now. “You and me, party at the clubhouse Friday night, first date and all.”

  She turns the bag upside down on the counter and starts to count the money that she dumped out. Slightly annoyed by the fact that she’s ignoring me, I step closer and stand across from her.

  “See that, Elmo? Not even an hour together and Mommy is already ignoring Daddy. That’s kinda rude, right?” Yes, I’m talking to my kid. Dog. Elmo, whatever.

  Fuck, I swear every time she chuckles my dick jumps and there’s this tight feeling in my chest that fills me with need.

  “Daddy just needs to be patient. Besides, I thought our first date was tonight. Am I wrong?” She tilts her head, waiting for my answer.

  “Nope.” I lift the dog and I act like I’m having a secret guy moment with Elmo. “Better take note, dude. Mommies are always right. Even if they aren’t…gotta keep the peace or we’re going to get cut out of getting down and dirty time.”

  Lowering Elmo, who totally ignored my words and took that time to lick my face off, I meet Maud’s gaze. Her eyes are clearly eating me up and that right there tells me the feelings that are coursing through my veins are most definitely mutual.

  “You were right. Tonight is our first date. Your house, getting to know each other, without the fuss of the world around us.” My voice comes out husky.

  She takes a deep breath through her nose and holds it before she slowly releases. “Right. Well, I’ve made lasagna early this morning, so that’s set. I’m waiting on…”

  She doesn’t get to finish her sentence because a male’s voice rings out through the store. “Morning, kiddo. Oh, I see we already have a customer.”

  Turning, I see it’s the old dude who’s always here when I come in. Honestly, I thought he was the owner.

  “Hey, Corban. Damn, you’re early today.” The old guy states as he walks around the counter.

  Maud is done counting money and leans over to grab Elmo from me.

  “Eugene, meet Elmo…Elmo, this is Eugene.” She drops the pup in the old dude’s hands and Eugene needs to tilt his nose to the ceiling to prevent getting a tongue in his face.

  “Aren’t you a sweet dog, how did you get him?” Eugene pops out the question.

  Maud takes our dog, fuck that sounds nice…our dog…and she starts to explain how we saved him. My mind is still skipping over in ecstasy about the fact that I’m having a first date tonight, and let me tell you… I’ve never been on a date in all my life, when I tune back in.

  “…so that’s why I’m not gonna work today and instead, I’m heading over to the vet to have him checked. I also have to pick up things I need for him, like food and a collar and so on.” Maud’s nose is scrunched up again and I’m sure she’s mentally going over a list of things she needs to buy.

  “Yeah, we’re gonna drop my bike over at her place before we get in her truck and drive out to get the stuff for Elmo.” There, I’m mingling into the conversation.

  The old dude looks from me to Maud and back. “So, I see you’ve met Maud. I’m not so sure how I feel about you two getting together. You seem like a good kid and all, but…”

  A good kid, what’s with people today? Okay, I’m gonna check the first mirror I run into because clearly something ain’t right with my appearances. That’s twice I’ve been referred to as a fucking teenager. Besides that? I get the overprotective dad shit, but really, the few times a week I come here and talk to the old man doesn’t give him the right to judge me.

  Before he starts to spew out more garbage
, I cut him off. “Look, I get you’re looking out for your daughter and all…but she’s a big girl and it’s not like I’m gonna take advantage of her or something.”

  I might do some dirty shit and screw the ever-loving-fuck out of her, but I’ll always put her safety and pleasure first.

  “She isn’t my blood, boy. But she sure feels like it.” He eyes my cut for a moment before he continues. “I got out of the pen a few years ago, and no one would hire an old dude with a history. She did. Without a damned judgement or giving it another thought. I walked in and she hired me on the spot. Left me alone to manage the store with the cash in the register the same day. So, you get me when I say she’s more than blood can ever be, right?”

  “Fuck, yeah. That shit also means you know better than to judge on appearances, right?” I state.

  We’re eying one another as if we’re both sizing each other up.

  “Ooooookay, you guys. Glad we got rid of that male bonding thing and all…but I never get a day off. So I’m gonna go and take care of Elmo if you got it all handled here, Eugene.” Maud puts the pup into the box and picks it up. She heads toward the door. “Coming, Corban?”

  Uh, huh…hard and fast the second I’m inside of you. Fuck, mind out of the gutter. “Yeah, be right there, babe.”

  I bring my attention back to Eugene. “I get it, man. She’s special. I knew the second I heard her voice and didn’t even see the rest. No need to throw out a warning.” I grab a piece of paper and a pen that’s lying on the counter and write down my full name, address, and phone number. “If there’s anything you need or if something’s up. Call me.”

  He gives me a look of approval before I’m out the door, heading for my bike, and for what feels like the next step in my life.

  Chapter Three

  I put my foot on the ground after I’ve shoved out the kickstand and swing my other leg off the bike. Even though I mentioned earlier how we would bring my custom Harley Davidson V Rod to her house first, Maud decided we’d do it the other way around.