Elias (New Adult Romance) (West Bend Saints Book 1) by Sabrina Paige Page A

commanding officer- he decides your punishment, knocks you down in rank and that kind of shit.”
    “So he kicked you out,” I said.
    Elias shook his head.  “No,” he said.  “That has to go through a legal process.  He knocked me down in rank and I had to forfeit my pay, but I wasn’t charged with assault.  I should have been, but they cut me some slack or whatever.  Captain said he thought I needed to see a shrink or something.”
    “Did it help?” I asked.
    "I’m not broken,” he said.  “Just cause I lost my leg doesn’t mean I can’t take care of my own shit.”
    "Obviously," I said.  It came out more sarcastic sounding than I intended.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    I shrugged.  “Nothing," I said.  "You just seem like the kind of guy who doesn't rely on anyone."
    He narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.  I deliberately left out what I was going to say, which was that anger management didn't seem like the worst idea in the world for someone who got so easily irritated.
    "It's not really my thing, relying on people," he said.
    "No kidding."
    He was quiet for a while, but I could see the gears turning in his head.  "I do get irritable," he said.  "In the parking lot of the store, I didn't mean to jump your shit for looking at my leg."
    "No worries," I said.  "I figure it's a sore spot."
    "It's not, though," he said.  "Not really.  Doesn't bother me, I mean.  I'm luckier than a lot of other guys.  It's just a leg, anyway.  I'm fucking bionic and shit now."
    I trailed my hand down his trim abdomen, then lower, watching his cock respond to my touch.  "You might as well be bionic here, too," I said, my attempt to lighten the mood.
    He grinned, making the sides of his blue eyes crinkle.  I didn't know what exactly he was carrying with him, but it looked like the weight of the world on his shoulders- until he smiled.  Then it was like everything melted away.
    "You want me to show you bionic?" he asked, his voice low.  I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, felt it harden at my touch.
    "Is that a promise?" I asked.  I ran my hand lightly up his cock and down again, rubbed my thumb over the bead of pre-cum already glistening on the head.
    "Come here and I'll show you," he said.  He pulled me against him, his hardness pressing against me, and kissed me.  When he slipped his hand between my legs, it made me gasp.  "I guess you like bionic."
    "Just a little," I said.  I was starting to think I liked it a lot more than a little.
     

     
    Afterward, his fingers traced their way lazily down my arm.  "I was thinking you probably needed help with getting a rental car this morning," he said.  "Right?"
    "That would be nice," I said, clearing my throat.  "If you wanted to.  There's also probably a store open now."
    "Fuck, yeah," he said.  "I made you a promise last night."
    I felt my face flush warm at the thought of what I wanted him to do to me.
    "You know how long you're staying?"
    "I haven't thought about it," I said.  That much was true.  None of this had been planned.  I had no idea what I was doing here, in West Bend or with him.  The entire thing was insane.  It was insane to even think about staying here for a few days.  I should go back to my life.  I needed to go back to my life.  Running from a film set was crazy.  It wasn't something you did.  I couldn't imagine the shitstorm that was going to happen.
    I felt his hand over my chest.  "Your heart is racing," he said, his voice soft.  "And you're all tense."
    "I don't know what I'm going to do," I said.  "How long I'll stay."  That's not true.  I knew I couldn't stay long.
    "And that's why you're tense?"
    "No," I admitted.  "It's the thought of what is waiting for me when I go back- the questions, the decisions I need to make..."
    "About Viper," he said.
    "About everything."  I already knew what I wanted to do about Viper.  That wasn't even a decision.  I wanted him gone, out of my life