way.
Maybe some women would find an amputee unattractive. But she wasn’t one of them. For her, Zeke as a whole was greater than the sum of his parts.
Her feelings for him were completely different from any she had felt before. She’d had only one serious relationship, and that had been years ago, when she had attended Michigan State. During veterinary school, she’d dated sporadically, but no one had interested her more than her studies and her future career as a veterinarian.
She had never felt this strongly about a man. And her feelings for Zeke were growing stronger by the day.
She was falling for him.
Margo wished Zeke had told her about his leg. His silence on the subject—his secrecy—hurt her feelings. But knowing Zeke, she doubted that he discussed his condition with anyone.
Nonetheless, she wanted him to want to tell her what had happened to him. She wanted him to trust her enough to share the most painful parts of his past.
She felt closer to him than she’d ever felt to anyone. She told him everything … well, almost everything. She didn’t tell him that she thought of him as more than a roommate and more than a good friend.
She didn’t tell him that she wanted to go down on him while he sat on the sofa in the living room. And she didn’t tell him that she fantasized about him picking her up, holding her against the wall, and loving her until they were all sweaty and sticky and satisfied.
Hmm.
Was that kind of sex even possible with a prosthetic leg? She wondered how much weight it could bear. It would probably depend on the model of the device, as well as material and age.
What sexual positions were best for lower-limb amputees? Were some more comfortable than others?
Hmm.
That was something she was going to have to research … just in case.
CHAPTER SIX
Every Tuesday, Zeke had softball practice at Lindley Meadow in Golden Gate Park from seven to eight o’clock. This evening was the first time his team would meet, and Zeke had just enough time to stop by the apartment to scarf down a snack and change clothes.
Roby was waiting at the front door to greet him, and Zeke spared a moment to sit on the sofa and rub the Doberman’s belly. It was their evening routine.
Zeke had grown up in a pet-free home because his mother was allergic to all furry beasts. To his surprise, he really liked having Roby around. He didn’t even mind when the dog snuck into his bedroom and crawled into bed with him.
But he did mind Roby’s enthusiastic wake-up kisses. Those he could do without.
He gave the canine one final pat and hurried to his bedroom. After removing his brown lace-up boots, he shed his jeans and button-down shirt and donned a white long-sleeved thermal tee, a pair of gray sweat pants, and tennis shoes.
Riley O’Brien & Co. had provided its players with practice T-shirts stamped with the team logo, as well as a full uniform consisting of a team jersey, full-length pants, and cap. Zeke was relieved that they would be wearing full-length pants instead of knee-length pants so he could hide his prosthetic limb.
No one at Riley O’Brien & Co. knew he was missing half a leg. Hell, only two people in the entire Bay Area knew: Zeke’s primary care physician and his prosthetist, the guy who made sure his prosthetic limb fit correctly and performed as it was supposed to.
Zeke wasn’t ashamed of being an amputee, but he didn’t advertise the fact, either. He wanted people to view him as a regular guy—one with two legs. He’d seen it happen too many times with other veterans: once people knew you were an amputee, they treated you differently.
But he had to acknowledge the fact that he was different from other men. His lack of a limb prevented him from doing certain things and performing certain activities. He couldn’t run or shower without the right kind of prosthetic. And he couldn’t have sex, either, unless the woman was on top or they were situated on their sides.
That was one of the
Maybe some women would find an amputee unattractive. But she wasn’t one of them. For her, Zeke as a whole was greater than the sum of his parts.
Her feelings for him were completely different from any she had felt before. She’d had only one serious relationship, and that had been years ago, when she had attended Michigan State. During veterinary school, she’d dated sporadically, but no one had interested her more than her studies and her future career as a veterinarian.
She had never felt this strongly about a man. And her feelings for Zeke were growing stronger by the day.
She was falling for him.
Margo wished Zeke had told her about his leg. His silence on the subject—his secrecy—hurt her feelings. But knowing Zeke, she doubted that he discussed his condition with anyone.
Nonetheless, she wanted him to want to tell her what had happened to him. She wanted him to trust her enough to share the most painful parts of his past.
She felt closer to him than she’d ever felt to anyone. She told him everything … well, almost everything. She didn’t tell him that she thought of him as more than a roommate and more than a good friend.
She didn’t tell him that she wanted to go down on him while he sat on the sofa in the living room. And she didn’t tell him that she fantasized about him picking her up, holding her against the wall, and loving her until they were all sweaty and sticky and satisfied.
Hmm.
Was that kind of sex even possible with a prosthetic leg? She wondered how much weight it could bear. It would probably depend on the model of the device, as well as material and age.
What sexual positions were best for lower-limb amputees? Were some more comfortable than others?
Hmm.
That was something she was going to have to research … just in case.
CHAPTER SIX
Every Tuesday, Zeke had softball practice at Lindley Meadow in Golden Gate Park from seven to eight o’clock. This evening was the first time his team would meet, and Zeke had just enough time to stop by the apartment to scarf down a snack and change clothes.
Roby was waiting at the front door to greet him, and Zeke spared a moment to sit on the sofa and rub the Doberman’s belly. It was their evening routine.
Zeke had grown up in a pet-free home because his mother was allergic to all furry beasts. To his surprise, he really liked having Roby around. He didn’t even mind when the dog snuck into his bedroom and crawled into bed with him.
But he did mind Roby’s enthusiastic wake-up kisses. Those he could do without.
He gave the canine one final pat and hurried to his bedroom. After removing his brown lace-up boots, he shed his jeans and button-down shirt and donned a white long-sleeved thermal tee, a pair of gray sweat pants, and tennis shoes.
Riley O’Brien & Co. had provided its players with practice T-shirts stamped with the team logo, as well as a full uniform consisting of a team jersey, full-length pants, and cap. Zeke was relieved that they would be wearing full-length pants instead of knee-length pants so he could hide his prosthetic limb.
No one at Riley O’Brien & Co. knew he was missing half a leg. Hell, only two people in the entire Bay Area knew: Zeke’s primary care physician and his prosthetist, the guy who made sure his prosthetic limb fit correctly and performed as it was supposed to.
Zeke wasn’t ashamed of being an amputee, but he didn’t advertise the fact, either. He wanted people to view him as a regular guy—one with two legs. He’d seen it happen too many times with other veterans: once people knew you were an amputee, they treated you differently.
But he had to acknowledge the fact that he was different from other men. His lack of a limb prevented him from doing certain things and performing certain activities. He couldn’t run or shower without the right kind of prosthetic. And he couldn’t have sex, either, unless the woman was on top or they were situated on their sides.
That was one of the
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