21. Ollie

I needto get to Pixie. Already left a message for someone to pick me up and I'm just about ready to get in the car in the garage and drive my motherfuckin' self. Being this close to getting out of this goddamn chair, I don't want to mess anything up, but after last night, I need Pixie in my arms and definitely in my bed. Well, guess her bed if I'm rushing to her house. We've been going slow and steady, but that's over. I've been hard since she told me all she needed was me. Even with the bit of nasty talk we did on the phone, it ain't enough. Need to feel her surround me, taste her sweetness, and make her scream my name. Again and again till we both pass out from pure exhaustion.

Daydreaming, I don't hear the vehicle outside until someone is knocking on the door. Wheeling as quickly as I can, I reach up, unlock, and open the door to see Mack's smirking face.

"Driving Mr. Ollie, at your service. May I ask where to this early in the morning, sir?"

Wanting to spit nails at him, I turn, reaching for my duffel sitting on the couch. He eyeballs that and the smirk gets wider.

"May I take that for you, sir?"

I can't handle him anymore.

"Look, asshole, just get me to Paisley's, will ya, please? And no smart-ass remarks, I've had about enough from you already and you just got here. What was your name again, Agile Ape, right?"

Grinning like an idiot, he grabs my bag and does some kind of fucked-up dance down to the black SUV. I can't help it, he's such a goofy asshole I can't hold in my laughter.

"Well there, Mr. Ollie, that does sound much better. And my name, sir, is Mustang. Try not to mess that up again. What was your name Old Fucker, no maybe it is Gelding?"

As we get settled in, he reaches to the console and hands me a large coffee.

"Probably shouldn't give that to you with all that snark coming out of ya. Damn, we need to work on a call name for you, Ollie, a good one too. Got to talk to Noodles and Stud Muffin."

"Yeah, with all your names, I don't have my hopes set too high. What, did a few teenagers pick them out of a hat? Could be a teenagers' show Mustang, Stud Muffin, and Noodles. What the ever-lovin'-fuck, man?"

As we go back and forth giving each other shit, my day is starting to look really good. Mack's a good guy and has gone the distance for me, practically a stranger. Not sure I'll get a better time.

"Hey, seriously, Mack, just wanted to say thanks for all you guys have done for me. Have to say the therapies down here have helped the most but being around all of you day in, day out has helped clear the cobwebs out of the old noggin. Also seeing there are options helps me so much. Again, you have my gratitude."

He seems to take my words at face value and as we drive to Pixie's farm, I'm feeling that brotherhood again. Damn, have I missed it. As he turns down the entrance of the farm, I'm amazed at how one day this place is packed to the gills with folks and today is back to the day-to-day shit. Oh, that reminds me.

"Hey, what you guys did for Pixie was awesome. She was not expecting that, and she actually didn't know if she should keep it. I told her no one would have done it if you didn't want to, but you guys are totally the shit."

"Ollie, we take care of our own and she's a keeper. All kidding aside, you better be on your best behavior 'cause there are guys waiting to see if you make the cut. Not sure having all those single guys around yesterday to see how awesome that lil' vet of yours is was a good thing. And you're right, but we wanted to do it for her. Paisley works her ass off, maybe it will give her a bit of comfort to know she has some, as Sam calls it, ‘rainy day funds.'"

He stops in front of the main house and gets my wheelchair out along with the duffel bag. I think it may not be such a good idea showing up without calling. Before I can say a word, the door opens wide and a flash of something comes right at me. Before I realize it, Pixie is on my lap with her two maniac dogs around the chair going apeshit crazy. She's smiling and gives me a hot and heavy kiss. She realizes I'm not alone when we hear Mack snicker from behind us.

"Hey, Doc, how's it hanging? Or should I say sitting?"

His laughter surely lets us know where his mind is, crazy bastard. But she just smiles and shifts a bit on my lap. Turning, she winks at me first.

"Morning, Mack, and it's hanging just right, filled to the brim, ready to percolate."

My mouth drops as laughter starts bubbling out. The look on Mack's face has the two of us in hysterics. Before he can put his foot in his big mouth again; he drops the duffel beside the chair, giving Pixie a gentle smile, and pats me on the shoulder.

"You kids have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't and make sure to keep things under wraps, if ya get my meaning."

Then he's gone, leaving us finally alone.

Knowing there's no way in hell I can keep Pixie on my lap and wheel up to the house, I hold her tight for a second then gently place her on her feet, facing the house.

"All right, woman of the house, take me in and have your way with me."

Giggling, she grabs my duffel, swinging it around herself, and we head inside together.

After some makingout and a fresh cup of coffee, we're lounging in the sunroom, watching the pit bulls run around the yard like the lunatics they are.

"Ollie, I owe you an explanation about yesterday. Again, I'm so sorry for that. Sometimes I get flashbacks but first, let me explain."

Then she goes about telling me about her last relationship and how he, she refused to use a name, kept saying she wouldn't make it personal. The story was hard to hear though I had to, to better understand her. Since there are so many types of abuse out there and this slip of a woman seemed to suffer through most of them. Explaining that she had gone through a really rough period when her gynecologist told her she had located some pre-cancerous cells in her uterine wall. After a DC and a rotation of radiation, her doctor told her that there was no way to know for sure if she would be able to get pregnant or carry full term. The doctor did say all the tests looked good, showing that she should be able to have a family, but nothing was guaranteed. You know wait and see game. Pixie explained she was engaged to be married to the man who was abusing her and when, heartbroken by the diagnosis, she told him, he lost his mind. He told her he wanted kids to keep his family name alive and if she couldn't have them for him, what goddamn use was she. He had been calling her his broodmare but then he got nasty.

One particular rainy day, Pixie came home after a really hard day, and he was there drunk as a skunk. One thing led to another, and not only did he crack her head open with the bottle of whiskey, but he then pushed her down their staircase, leaving her to die. He drove away but never came back. He hit a semi and died instantly, and when the sheriff deputies came to inform Paisley, they found her unconscious in her own blood. She was in a coma for five days and fought tooth and nail to regain everything she lost to him.

I can't take my eyes from her as she finishes and drops her head.

"Pixie, come here. Please, Paisley, come here now."

Slowly she stands up and walks toward me. When within my reach, I pull her down to my lap, wrapping her up in my arms. I don't feel it at first, but then the subtle shaking and crying starts and turns to sobbing and ends in a loud keening. All I can do is hold her, so I do and give her time. I can feel when she is spent and everything is out because I feel her wiping her face on her shirt before lifting her head to look up at me.

"Damn it, Ollie all I ever do is cry around you, I'm sorry."

Before another word comes out to thank me for listening, I lift her head slowly, so she knows my intention, and lean down my lips on a direct path to hers. Gently at first, until I have her with me, then it becomes more about passion than comfort. She is the one to open her lips and draw me in farther. I can feel my cock lengthen and get hard right before Pixie shifts and moans into my mouth. Oh my God, I need to slow this down before it ends up with us both naked.

"Goddamn, girl, you're killing me. But gotta get this out there. You aren't at fault for his mistakes. Don't take that on because it will pull you down and drown your dreams. Learn from that mistake and move forward. I don't know what this is between us, Pixie, but I enjoy being around here and spending time with you."

Watching every word I say, she waits then gets off my lap and starts to walk down the hallway, looking over her shoulder. Well, hot damn, I think to myself before I follow her to what I'm thinking and hoping is her bedroom. The thought of Thank God the hallway is wide enough whizzes through my brain as I watch Paisley enter a room and go right to a large bed, sitting on the edge. Now, this is gonna be the hard part because I'll need to transfer. I do it at the beach home all the time, but this is different, I don't want to appear weak. Wheeling directly to her, she leans in and locks my chair, raising the footrests out of the way. Then she stands off to the side of me and waits until I manage to stand on my one foot first, then the other, using both arms to stabilize myself. I turn, still hanging on, until my back is right at the edge of the bed. That's when Pixie unlocks the chair, moves it closer, and holding on to it I gently and carefully lower my ass to the bed. Damn, I made it. Pixie wheels the chair out of the way, and I pull myself up on my elbows the rest of the way up. By the time I hit her pillows, I'm fucking exhausted and thinking about a nap. Well, that is until my little Pixie kneels on the bed and crawls up beside me, a sultry smile on her face. Life comes immediately back into my body, especially one area that is on its way to lengthening and getting hard extremely fast.