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“You really do live up to your name, don’t you? Don’t hurt that beautiful face, darlin’,” he says as I continue to hit my head lightly on the steering wheel.
“I just keep injuring you,” I mutter.
“My name is Wire. And you haven’t hurt me”.
My brothers have finished loading his bike into their truck, so we all head to the ranch.
CHAPTERSIX
Wire
Sliding down that embankment, I honestly thought it might be the end for me. I know it’s what I have been wishing for, but since going Nomad, it has changed how I’ve been feeling and thinking. I don’t want to die.
They say when the time comes, your life flashes before your eyes. Well, that’s a lie. Nothing flashed before my eyes. There was no highlights reel of my life. No bright white tunnel or any other gimmick. No sudden lightbulb moment of all your mistakes, singing angels, or the voice of God. But I did think of my brothers, Carrie girl, Pandora, Kate, and Beau. Conjurer was right. I do have a lot to look forward to.
Hopefully, that includes the clumsy angel currently driving me to her family’s ranch. She certainly fits the name Calamity. She was absolutely stunning, with her blonde hair flowing in the breeze around her as she leaned over me to check I was okay. Her crystal blue eyes run over me, making every inch of my aching body tingle. That was new, the tingle. No woman looking at me has caused tingles. Interesting.
We pull down a track, which opens up to a wooden ranch-style home with a wraparound porch, a couple of barns off to the side, and across from the house is a field of horses, with stables back a little from the barns.
The clumsy beauty gets out of the truck and comes round to help me out.
I slowly move so I can slide out, but as I do so, she moves the door a little and ends up hitting me on my arm with it. I bite my lip to stop from cursing.
“I’m so sorry. I really do keep causing you more damage. I’ll let my brothers help you,” she says, stepping away from me with her hands up. So much sadness is in her voice.
“Hey, come here. You’re okay.” I reach out for her, and our fingers touch. The second they do, it’s like a bolt of lightning shoots through my entire body. By the look on her face, she felt that too.
Slowly she moves in next to me, and I drag my arm over her shoulder. Her brother does the same on the other side of me, and they both, very slowly, help me into the house. We head down a hall and into a bedroom.
“Wait a minute,” she says as she ducks from under my arm and runs out of the room.
She comes back a few minutes later with a plastic sheet and first aid kit. She lays the sheet on the bed and gets me to lay on the sheet.
Once she’s got me settled on the bed and has messed with the pillows to make sure I’m comfortable, she pulls over a chair and starts to cut my jeans off. I love these jeans too, but the road had ripped them to pieces anyway. She cleans my road rash so gently, the absolute opposite of the clumsy girl from earlier, but maybe I make her nervous.
Right now, she is concentrating so hard on tending to my injuries I could be anyone. I have to hold back a couple of hisses when she touches a tender spot. Don’t want her to think I’m a pussy. Why I care what she thinks is a question I do not want to look at right now.
I’m all cleaned up, and she’s just finishing my last bandage. Her fingers caress my skin, and I can feel my cock getting harder than steel. I’m doing everything I can to keep him down. This is not the time for a hard-on.
“There, all sorted, and I didn’t hurt you once,” she says with triumph in her voice.
I smile at how pleased she is with herself. God, she is cute.
“You certainly did, darlin’.”
“Tallulah.”
“Huh?”
“Tallulah is my name, but everyone calls me Calamity. After Calamity Jane and also because I’m clumsy.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Do you mean the gun-toting Doris Day film?”
“I like guns, and I’m a good shot. Being raised with three older brothers and a daddy who had no clue what to do with a girl, I’m a bit of a tomboy,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
This woman keeps getting more and more interesting by the moment.
I watch her closely as she clears up everything she’s used and tidies it all away. Her movements are graceful. Her long slender fingers keep catching my arm, causing goose bumps to rise up. I don’t want her to stop touching me, but I also want her to touch more than my arm. I want her hands on my whole body, and I want my hands on hers too.
