Get a Grip by L.A. Witt

Author:L.A. Witt [Witt, L.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2017-07-10T16:00:00+00:00

With Shane satisfied, we sat back and gazed at the stars for a while. Even though I hadn’t come yet, damn if I was anything but satisfied myself. I could take care of myself in the shower later if it came down to it. The fact that he was so relaxed and still grinning—that was more than enough for now.

“For the record,” he said after a while, “getting off under the stars was pretty damn amazing.”

I slid my hand into his. “I thought you’d enjoy that.”

“Seems like something you’ve done before.”

“Oh, I’ve been known to enjoy a clear night in ways the local law enforcement would frown on.”

A laugh burst out of him. “When you put it like that, it sounds even hotter.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” I turned to him, searching for his outline in the low light. “Maybe one of these days, we should take off to someplace really remote. Where you can see even more stars than this.”

He faced me, and even in the darkness, I could see his grin. “I always see stars with you.”

“Mission accomplished, right?”

We both chuckled and looked up again.

After a while, Shane asked, “So do you do anything boring or mundane?”

I laughed. “Well, I do have to pay my bills. And the litter boxes don’t change themselves.”

“Good.” He gave a sharp nod. “I was starting to think everything you did was crazy and exciting.”

“Nope. Afraid not. I’ve even been known to clean my house and wash dishes.”

“No, no, stop!” He dramatically put a hand on his heart. “You’re killing my illusion.”

“I also pay my taxes, and I’ve turned out for jury duty before.” In a stage whisper, I added, “Twice.”

“What?” Shane clicked his tongue. “Yeah. See? Illusion shattered now.”

“If it’s any consolation, I sometimes drink milk from the carton.”

“That doesn’t count. You live alone.”

“Fair enough.” I paused. “But I do give blowjobs under the stars and have jumped out of planes. So.”

“Into forest fires.” He sighed dramatically. “Okay, I guess that makes up for being a responsible taxpayer and all that shit.”

“Thank God for that. Didn’t want to lose my reputation as a reckless idiot.”

“Hey now.” He gave a soft laugh and put his hand on my forearm. “Nobody said anything about idiot. You’ve just . . .” He sighed for real this time. “You’ve done so much amazing and interesting stuff. I envy that.”

“I . . . wouldn’t say everything I’ve done qualifies as amazing.”

He turned to me in the darkness. “Such as?”

“Well.” I shifted uncomfortably on the lounge chair. “Remember when I told you how I could’ve gotten hooked on painkillers after my surgery?”

He nodded.

I swallowed, shame knotting behind my ribs. “I probably would’ve if I hadn’t moved out here and gotten this volunteer gig.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I was so messed up after I had to quit the firehouse, and I had some left. Taking them felt better than being miserable over losing the only career I’d ever known.” I blew out a long breath. “When my buddy offered to sell me his garage, it was probably the best unintentional intervention that could’ve happened.

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