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Moaning hard as I suck, I swallow all he gives me. As his dick softens so does his grip on my fingers, and I slide out as I take a final lick when his dick slips out of my mouth.

I lean back on my heels and look up at him. He lifts his head and looks down as I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth.

“Fuck, Griff. That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. That mouth of yours… shit!” His smile is beautiful. I grab the hands he holds out to me and let him pull me up to standing. He does the thing I was so nervous of.

Corrie’s mouth touches mine and sparks go off in my head, I’ve never thought of men having soft lips but as Corrie’s touch mine, it’s the greatest feeling in the world. Again, my brain works overtime, why haven’t I done this before? This is so much better than any lip-glossed lips I’ve ever kissed. My hands wrap around his neck, holding him close to me as our tongues touch for the first time. He swipes across mine, I know he must be able to taste himself on me but that doesn’t bother him as he sucks my tongue into his mouth.

His hands return to my scruffy, long hair and he tugs harder this time; I can’t hold back the groan and the tilt of my hips against his. Breaking away, I draw in a deep breath and gaze through glazed eyes at him. “You are beautiful.” I murmur then kiss him softly.

“No, I’m a battle-scarred, wounded ex-soldier, that’s all I’ll ever be.” The pain in Corrie’s voice startles me.

“No, no way. Look at you, you’re stunning.” I run my hands down his face and feel him lean into my touch. The stubble on his chin and cheeks should feel alien to me but it simply feels right. “Do you want to go upstairs? I mean, shall we go to my bedroom?”

“I need to tell you or show you something first that may make you change your mind.” A look of fear and dread crosses his features.

“There’s nothing about you I won’t like.” I promise.

“Hold that thought. I was injured in Afghanistan and had to be evacuated.” I watch as Corrie pushes his jeans further down his leg. First I see the scarring on his hips and down his thigh but, at halfway down his thigh, I see his leg change into a prosthesis. A false leg. Fuck, he lost his leg. Christ, the pain he must have gone through and the strength he had to recover.

“That changes nothing; you are amazing. Come to my bed, please.” I whisper the last word as I watch him pull up his pants and nod.

“I do owe you an orgasm, I suppose.” Corrie smiles and winks then lets me take his hand. Taking me to places I never knew existed.

Waking up the next morning, I see Corrie sitting on the edge of my bed, he has strapped his leg on and already wears his T-shirt.

“You’re leaving?” I push myself up on one elbow and reach out to touch him; I don’t want him to go.

“Yeah, I have to go.” Corrie smiles over his shoulder at me.

“Can I have your number?” I ask. Hearing the neediness in my words, I cringe at my desperation.

“Yeah, sure.” He hands me his cell and I program my number in before calling myself.

“Thank you.” I watch nervously as he stands and pulls up his jeans, covering the artificial limb. I don’t want him to leave.

“Thank you, Griff, for an amazing night.” Corrie leans over the bed and kisses me gently.

“It doesn’t have to end, you know that?” I want to pull him back down to me.

“I don’t think I fit in your world, but last night was something else. If ever you need me, give me a bell. I’d better go, my cab will be waiting. Goodbye, Griff.” Corrie smiles again and walks away.

I flop back on my bed when I hear the door slam, my hands covering my face. The magnitude of what happened last night hits me. I’m gay! I would never, ever have considered that, but it explains a lot. I have always preferred male companions than female, but I put that down to my chosen career. I have been racing bikes for so long now, and that means being surrounded by men. But I’ve never wanted to fuck any of them! Yet, what went on last night with Corrie surpassed anything I have ever felt with a woman. The feel of him sliding inside me makes me clench my ass cheeks and then smile when the tenderness there registers. Yep! He was definitely in there. I laugh and clamber out of bed, the condom wrapper still on the floor as I step across the room and enter my bathroom. What do I do now? Fuck, why did I let him go? Last night was the best in my life and I’ve just let him walk away.

After a hot shower, I get dressed and ready to do some research on this remarkable man. With his unusual name and his injuries, I bet I can find him somewhere on the internet. I sip my coffee as I read through different stories but not about my Corrigan. I snigger when I realize I called him mine. Then I see him and my heart beats faster. Fuck, he’s a senator’s son, but has been in the army since he was eighteen. No surprise there: his father is a homophobic bastard. No wonder Corrie got away, but my heart feels heavy when I accept it’s not my circle that is going to keep Corrie away from me, but his.

As I continue reading everything I can find on him, there’s a hammering at my door. Answering the knocking, I see my manager and two cops. “What’s up, Officer?”

I see Manny looking at me, horrified, his eyes wide and scared.

“Griff Broderick, I’m arresting you on suspicion of rape.” The cop goes on to read me my rights but I hear nothing of it.

“Wait! Just, hold on!” The cop stops and looks at me as if I’m crazy but I continue, “Who the fuck am I supposed to have raped?”

My manager speaks up as the second cop handcuffs me. “Shannon Abrahams.”

“What? Look, I never… What the fuck, Manny!” I speak but shut my mouth, I need a lawyer,right fucking now!

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