Forever: A Lobster Kind Of Love (17 page)

Lydia had been going crazy decorating the house. This was the first Halloween I had actually been home in a long while. Did kids even trick or treat anymore? I didn’t know. I had always been at sea. Since I was strong enough to haul a cage, I had spent every moment as a kid out of school and on a boat. I can’t even remember the last costume I wore. I am pretty sure it was Freddy Krueger from
Nightmare on Elm Street
. I remember my dad was pissed for using his filet knives for the gloves.

I think Halloween was just an excuse for Lydia to buy more candy. She always had something in her mouth or was sucking on something. I would give her something to suck on.

Stop!
I have to stop thinking of her sexually. She would never stay with a guy like me. She was here because it was her job. Who really wanted to be tied down to a guy in a chair anyway?
I wonder what’s under those scrubs
.

When she came over today, she had little pumpkins all over her scrubs with goofy faces carved into them. I had no idea how many sets of scrubs she actually owned. The only pair I have seen her wear more than a few times are those black ones with all the neon hearts with happy faces with the neon green scrub pants. They must be her favorite. She was so colorful. Most women wore black. The nurses I’d encountered wore the same standard issue blue or green scrubs. Not Lydia, she was a rainbow every day.

“What are you smiling about over there?” She prodded me as she stood on the step stool hanging yet another string of lit pumpkins over the sliding doors to the deck. It looked like
Nightmare Before Christmas
threw up in here.

“What? I can’t smile?”

“Absolutely not. Smile away. I love to see you smile!” She beamed.

“I think you missed a spot.”
And 5…4…3…2…

“What? Where?! What do you mean?”

I laughed so hard that if I hadn’t been strapped in this wheelchair I would have probably fallen out since I didn’t like armrests. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding!” I ducked as she threw a pillow from the couch at me.

“You don’t like it?”

“No woman, I love it! But um, who are you doing all this decorating for? It’s just me…and you. No one else will see it.” I prepared for the next pillow attack.

“What do you mean? It’s for the trick or treaters! They will be here as soon as school lets out.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“You don’t? Didn’t you get any last year?” she quipped.

“Last year I was in a hospital bed.”

Lydia tensed and slowly turned with a look of pure shame. “I’m so sorry,” she said with pleading eyes.

“Don’t be. It’s okay.”
Fuck. Now I feel bad
. I decided to change the subject. “So, what kind of candy did you get?”

Her smile returned and lit up her face once again as she started rambling off countless names of every candy imaginable. “I got Starbursts, Tootsie rolls, Swedish Fish, Snickers, Reese’s cups, Twix...”

“Wait a minute, back up!” She looked at me wide doe-eyed, and I saw her brain rewinding.

“What? What I miss?”

“You said you have Reese’s cups?”

“Um, yeah…” she said slow and unsure.

“Why are you holding out on me, woman? Peanut butter addict right here! Hand them over…you can’t give those to kids! Give them Smarties or something. Bring that bowl or should I say ‘Diabetes trough’ over here!”

She laughed and brought over the candy bowl, fully equipped with motion detecting Crypt Keeper cackling off the side of the bowl.

Lydia went back to decorating, and I continued to watch her as she shuffled around in her oversized scrubs. She needed better fitting ones. There was no reason she should hide behind scrubs. She was a beautiful woman. I then had an idea.

“Hey, Lyds.”

She turned to me with a wide grin and I lost all train of thought. “Yeah? You need something?”

"Umm,"
Say something you idiot
.

“Ryan, you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I am just really thirsty. Is there any more of that iced tea you made?” I knew I drank the rest of what was left in the mini-fridge but this served as a welcome distraction.

“Let me check.” She hopped off her decorating perch and headed into the kitchen in search of iced tea.

What now
? I looked down and quickly reached for my shoe and undid the laces of my right sneaker and rolled over it.

“You want some lemon?” she hollered from the kitchen.

“Sure,” I answered and quickly sat up again before she re-entered.

As she walked toward me, I pivoted my chair to face her, and like clockwork, my useless right leg fell off the holster as the wheel of my chair yanked the errant shoelace in its clutches.

“Aw man! Lydia, a little help here?”

“Oh my God, are you okay?” She hurried to my side.

Please bring the tea. Please bring the tea
. Full glass of tea in hand, she stood before me inspecting the lace entangled under my wheel.

“Damn shoelaces,” she began. “Maybe we should get Velcro.”

“Are you kidding me? I may be a cripple, but I am not a senior citizen. I’m wearing my Jordans whether I can jump or not!” I balked. There was that doe in headlights look again. I smiled my Cheshire grin.

“Come on Lyds. Lighten up. If I can’t joke about it, what am I going to do? Cry in my Cheerios every day? It’s okay.”

Slowly her features loosened up and the corners of her pouty mouth crept upward.

“Can you untangle me or do I have to call the Fire Department for the Jaws of Life?”

With that, she laughed. “Yeah, I can get it out, silly. No firemen needed.”

“Okay then, here, let me grab the tea,” Perfect! She handed me the full glass of iced tea and I took a sip as she waited for my review. “Mmm…perfect.”

She smiled brightly at my approval. I didn’t know why she worried. I would eat or drink anything she made for me. It’s always something good. It’s been nearly four months and I haven’t had a complaint yet.

“Glad you like it. Now let’s see about ‘Operation: Shoelace’.”

She knelt between my legs to access the snagged shoelace and I felt my cock draw to attention.

Down boy! We are working here
.

She tugged on the lace a few times and said, “It’s stuck good. Hold on.” And she tugged hard. With that tug, I poured the rest of my delicious tea on her head and down her back.

“Oh my GOD!”

I tried not to chuckle. “Oh Lyds, I am so sorry! You just tugged, and I totally lost my balance,” and just like that, her demeanor changed from annoyance to concern.

“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to throw you off. I was pulling on the lace trying to get…”

“I’m fine, but you’re soaked.” And I yanked my Rise To Alpha t-shirt over my head and began patting her back and neck.

She looked up at me as she knelt between my legs. She was an iced tea drowned cat and hair matted to her cheeks.

I quickly removed my hand from the back of her head before primal instinct took over and I pulled her to my aching crotch. I knew I'd have blue balls tonight, for sure.

“You need to get out of those sticky wet clothes before you attract ants.” I winked at her. She was still staring at my chest, her eyes drifting up and down my abs. “Lyds?” I raised my brows just as she snapped from her daze.

“Oh yeah, crap I don’t have a change of clothes with me.”

“Where is your Halloween costume? Change into that.” She looked puzzled.

“My costume?”

“Yeah, your costume. It’s Halloween, woman. Halloween threw up in my house and you have been decorating for days. Are you telling me you don’t have a costume?”

“This is my costume, I guess. I’m a nurse. I’m festive. See, I have pumpkins.” She said shyly as she held her baggy scrub shirt away from her body to show me the design.

Perfect
. “Well, not anymore. You’re a drowned cat. So you need to come out of those clothes and we need to make you a new costume.”

I started rolling to my bedroom, and she still stood there. I swiveled around to face her. “You coming?”

She shook her head as if pulling herself from her own thoughts, then followed me as I got to the doorway. My second chair waited for me at the doorway.

I stopped at the doorway and looked back at Lydia. “A little help?” and I looked at my legs.

“Yes, of course,” and she hurriedly shuffled to unstrap my legs from the chair and then reached for my seatbelt. I quickly covered her hand with mine and held it in place. She froze and tensed.

“I’m so sorry. I guess you can reach that one. I, I, I’m…”

“Lyds, relax. Why so jumpy?” She didn’t answer me. “Lyds, look at me.”

She slowly tilted her head up to me. God, she was so beautiful on her knees in front of me with her big doe eyes. I still had my hand covering hers over my seat belt buckle, and I’m sure she could feel my erection. Hell, he wanted to come out and say hi. With her face so close to my lap, I felt her warm breath through my thin track pants and my dick was throbbing against the buckle. I flexed my pelvic muscles and my dick twitched beneath our hands. I knew she felt it because she flinched and if her eyes got any wider, her eyeballs would roll out her head.

“It’s okay. I can get this one, but since you’re there…” and I winked at her.
Is she breathing
? “Lyds?”

She gasped, and I grinned then released her hands. I unbuckled myself, and grabbing the doorjamb, I pulled myself up on the pull-up bar. This essentially put my now very tented track pants right at mouth level.

Lydia rose to her feet and her eyes locked with mine. As I slid down the safety bar and swiveled into my bedroom wheelchair, her eyes never left mine. I don’t bother buckling in this chair because there isn’t really anywhere to go except this one path along the side of my room to the en suite bath/closet and across the front along the long dresser.

“You coming?” I asked her as I wheeled myself towards the en suite.

She blinked and followed me. This was going to be fun.

“Are your panties wet?” She tensed. Well, that came out wrong. Maybe not.

“From the tea? I know your back is all wet, so your bra must be, too. Did your underwear get wet?” I added.

She felt her ass and,
Oh, could I do that for her?
She shook her head. I perked my eyebrows up at her. “I’m in a chair, I’m not deaf. I don’t do sign language." She smirked.
Okay, she’s back
.

“No, my undies are okay, I guess.”

Eyebrows up. “You guess?”

“They’re not wet from the tea.”

Holy shit, this woman was going to be the death of me today
, I thought as my dick throbbed again.

I started pawing through my clothes and grab a pier T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

“What’s all this?” she asked.

I spun around with the cluster of clothes in my lap. “Your wardrobe. You are no longer a nurse today. Today, you are a fisherman,” I said with a smile. I just wanted to see ‘Eastport’ spread across her tits.

I rolled to the end of the row of clothes and reached inside the three drawer short dresser pulling out a tank top and a pair of fresh new socks.

“No worries. I have never worn these, Lyds. Here is an undershirt as well so you can dry your bra out on the rail.”

I rolled into the en suite just beyond my closet and reach over to start the shower. My wash bench was in there, but I didn’t move it. She was standing there, just watching me. She seemed to be stuck in her head, probably thinking a million things at once. I couldn’t help but mess with her; I just couldn’t help it.

“Okay, hop in. Water’s good.”

She stood there frozen and wide-eyed. “Wait…what?”

Okay Ryan, keep your game face on
. “Hop in. My turn to give you a shower.”

“I…I…Um…”

I couldn’t hold it anymore and I burst out laughing. “I’m just kidding! I will roll on out of your way.” And I left a stunned Lydia standing in my bathroom clutching to my clothes like a life preserver.

Ryan just left me here in the bathroom and to say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was soaked with iced tea, looked like a drowned rat…
what the fuck just happened
? I have been Ryan’s nurse for a few months now and not once have I ever looked at him like a man with sexual needs. I didn’t think I yanked that hard, but here I was wet with tea. He performs his transfers with grace; did he do this on purpose? I thought to myself.

Don’t get me wrong the man is drop dead gorgeous, but I am his nurse. I have to be professional. Today, when he looked at me with those steel blue eyes, I saw a hungry man, a lustful man who hungered for me.

That’s something I hadn’t seen in a long time. I'll admit it; it excited me, and my nether regions.

I removed my wet clothes and hopped in the shower, then sat on the bench since it was there. I didn’t want to disturb Ryan’s stuff. He had his transfers down to a science. I would hate for him to fall or have an accident in the shower because I moved something.
How did I get her
e? I tried to rack my brain trying to recall any indication I might have given or if there was something I might have missed. Had I led him on? I didn’t think so, yet here I was, naked in my client’s shower.