Forever: A Lobster Kind Of Love (18 page)

With my head in my hands, I let the hot water beat on my back and the tears started to flow. I should not be thinking about my patient sexually, not at all. I felt and saw the erection he was sporting and all I wanted to do was feel it some more.

I could not and would not feel this way for him. First, it was cheating on my husband, dead or not, and second, it was lusting over my client. This was my job, my income; I was his nurse. I could not mess with my license. I would never work again, and then what would I do?

Why did the first person to show any interest or grab my attention have to be my client? My gorgeous, hard as a rock, raven haired, blue-eyed client. Ryan. I composed myself and refocused.
I better hurry up and get out this bathroom before that feisty jokester decides he needs to come get me
.

I washed up quickly, and I smelled like Ryan now and his body wash. The scent of it would linger on my skin all evening and that alone was enough to keep me wet.

I was amused as I dressed myself in this man’s clothes. The shirt was kind of big except across the chest. I attempted to pull my hair back into a ponytail, but gave up. It’s so unruly when it’s wet; I really was a hot mess.

My hair curled up if I didn’t flat iron it, so I guessed it was would remain as is. I gathered my clothes in my arms and headed out to the bedroom barefoot. I didn’t bother putting the socks on he gave me so they wouldn’t get wet.

It was Halloween, and I was dressed up as a fisherman. I held my clothes in my crossed arms and walked out to the bedroom through the closet. “Ryan?” I called out over the loud music coming from the music player. Ryan turned to face me in his chair.

“If you laugh at me I will roll your ass down the hill and make sure you are unbuckled so you will be at a steady roll. No making fun of Nurse Fisherman!”

He just sat there with a smirk on his face, which irked my nerves. But he was just sexy as hell, I couldn’t even be mad at him if I tried.

Leaving Lydia in the bathroom to shower, I rolled out to my bedroom and slid the French doors in between my walk-in closet to the en suite closed for her privacy. I debated whether to wait in here or wait outside in the living room.

Fuck it
. I couldn’t wait to see her in my clothes, so I stayed in my bedroom chair and waited.

I nestled my phone into the alarm clock dock speaker on the corner of my dresser and grabbed the remote. I turned on some music. "Earned It" by The Weekend played as she stepped out of the bathroom clutching her wet clothes. She had spent the last four months with me day-in and day-out and she acted all shy now.

She was gripping her scrubs in her arms, and I couldn’t help but smile. “No making fun of Nurse Fisherman,” she yelled above the music.

Okay, it was time to have just a little more fun. I had the remote in my palm, turned down the music a little bit and I said, “Here let me take those from you.” She had this very confused look on her face. Did she think I didn’t know how to do laundry? How did she think I got clean clothes? She didn’t know I dismissed the other nurse on her days off.

Now that I had the mini-fridge, my bars everywhere, and an extra chair, I didn’t need that douchebag weekend nurse around here. All he’d done was sit and text his girlfriend all day and take selfies. He didn’t cook, clean, do laundry or anything useful. Lydia laid out my vitamins and gave me my B12 shots and I certainly didn’t need him helping me in the shower! Fuck him; I sent him packing.

I sent the agency a letter saying that my sister would help me on Lydia’s days off. They obviously hadn’t paid too close attention to my case, because if they did, they would know I was an only child.

She relinquished her clothes and there stood the money shot. She was wearing my Eastport Maine t-shirt. It was white, weathered, and distressed. On the back, it said ‘we go all the way’. I tried not to laugh and I wondered if she even looked at the back before she put the shirt on. The best view from the front though was right behind the light grey ‘A’ and ‘R’. Her dark areolas stood hard and erect, just dying to be pulled and sucked. And there went my blood circulation straight to my cock.

First on the scene. I must have been a firefighter in another life
.

People always thought I stood taller than I actually do. When I could stand, I reached five foot seven. I wore a medium shirt and this one fit her, so what she wore had to be a large or an XL, since her clothes were always so baggy.

So my shirt was snug, but not tight, against her chest, showing me all there was to see. That was it.
I’m officially burning her scrubs. Fuck washing them. She shouldn’t hide those tits, ever.

“My clothes fit you nicely. I think that’s my new favorite shirt.”

She turned crimson as the flush rushed upward from her chest to her neck and crept all the way to her cheeks and ears. “Thanks. I almost forgot what it’s like to wear regular clothes anymore. I have lived in scrubs for the last eight years."

“What about when you go out?”

She grinned. “Where am I going?”

“I don’t know. Out with your girlfriends?” I saw sadness creep across her face.

“I haven’t been out in a long time. My friends are all back in Pennsylvania.” The doorbell rang, and she snapped from her gloom.

I checked the alarm clock, clicked it off, and grabbed my phone. It was almost 4:00 pm. “Who is it Lyds?”

“Trick or Treaters, Ryan…and so it begins. School’s Out!”

I grabbed my pull-up bar, transferred quickly to my house chair, and joined Lydia at the front door. There with their treat sacks in hand were a pirate, Ironman, Superman, some Japanese Pokemon-like thing and a little princess. I guess this was what I missed at sea. They were cute. The little princess in the light blue ball gown with a little tiara on her head ducked behind Superman. Yeah, I guess I was pretty scary to a little girl.

I looked up at Lydia and put my arms out for the bowl of candy. I put it on my lap and rolled in front of Lydia, centered in the doorway.

“Hello there, Little Princess. Ladies first, go ahead and pick your favorite.” And I held out the bowl. She ducked further behind Superman’s cape. “It’s okay, I don’t bite.”

“What are you supposed to be?” she squeaked as she poked her head just past Superman’s cape.

Crap. I must look scary. I should have shaved. I didn’t even think about a costume
.

“Well Princess, you are our first trick-or-treaters. I didn’t know what time you guys would start coming for treats. I didn’t put my costume on yet.”

“Whatcha gonna be Mr. Ryan?” Ironman piped up.

Is that Dougie’s kid
? I couldn’t tell behind that silly helmet but it sound like the little guy.

“Dougie, is that you under there?” I asked Ironman.

Slowly, he lifted his helmet and grinned.

“Sssssshh, Mr. Ryan. Don’t tell nobody.”

“Okay, it’s our secret. So I will make you guys a deal.” Princess must have thought I was kind of okay because she wasn’t fully hiding behind Superman quite so much anymore.

“What kind of deal Mr. Ryan?” I guessed Dougie was the ringleader of this mini crew. They all nodded questioningly.

“I will keep your secret identities and let you get first dibs on treats, but you have to help me get rid of the 350 pounds of candy Miss Lydia bought or I am going to get super fat. Then, I won’t need this wheelchair because I’m going to be so round, I will just roll around everywhere.” They all looked at each other and the Princess let a giggle escape.

“What’s so funny, Princess?”

“You’re not fat, Mr. Ryan!” she said in a squeaky voice.

“Not yet! So you gotta tell all your friends not to miss my house and I promise I will have my costume on later and you guys can come back and get a second round of treats. How’s that sound? We got a deal?”

Resounding smiles and nods all around sealed our deal and five little hands dove into the candy bowl before they took off running to spread the word.

Dougie yelled behind him, “See ya later, Mr. Ryan! Thanks!”

I rolled back away from the entrance and Lydia closed the door.

Now what, you idiot.

“You’re going to dress up? Seriously?” Lydia asked with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow. Good Lord, she looked so sexy in my clothes, and her nipples were still hard.

Focus Ryan. Focus.

“I guess…” Well, I’d made Lydia into a fisherman. I needed a costume. “I have an idea, but I am going to need your help, Lyds.”

“Sure, what do you need?”

“I need you to roll me to my shed out back. It's kind of rough because it’s not paved.” Who knew what disaster awaited in my garage? I knew it was definitely not safe wheeling through there at the moment.

“Okay. Like right now?”

“Yeah, now! How long do you think it’s going to take Dougie’s crew to let every kid in town know you are handing out full-size Snickers and Starburst candies and not those Dum-Dums and Smarties? We don’t have much time!”

She grabbed the back of my chair and wheeled me out the front door, barely pausing or slowing down and gave me one helluva ride down the ramp, nearly tossing me on my side. It was a good thing I was strapped into my chair; as eager as I was to get to the shed, we didn’t need any accidents to ruin our day. After we traversed the driveway, I thought
thank goodness it hasn’t rained. This would have been one muddy mess and nearly impossible to trek across in my chair
. It’s been dry these past few weeks as the leaves fell off the trees and collected against the siding of the house. The ground seemed pretty firm and Lydia hit a few divots, kneeing me in the back in the process, but I didn’t dare complain.

At she pushed me through the divots of grass, her sweet tits pressed against the back of my head. I felt kind of sad my brief ride was over because my pillows were gone. Once we reached the shed, I scooted forward, grabbed the combination lock, and swiveled to the number 3565 to unlock my shed.

“3565?” she asked looking over my shoulder.

“My Captain’s license number.” She nodded slowly in acknowledgment.

I pushed myself back so she could swing the double door open and I just hoped nothing fell on her head. Lord knew who exactly was responsible for the packing of the shed after the accident. My crew recovered whatever was salvageable and put it all in the shed and garage.

“Slowly, Lyds, I have no idea what Pandora’s box is behind those doors.” She slowly opened the doors and thank goodness nothing came crashing down on her head. I saw what I wanted right away and began to grab a few things. I pulled down a large lobster trap, a buoy, some netting, and my BBQ chef gear.

“What’s all this?” Lydia asked. I kept forgetting she was from a landlocked state and probably had no idea what she was looking at. “You had a dog?” she questioned further.

“A dog? No, never. Where did that come from?”

“Then why do you have a dog crate?”
Bingo! She had no clue
.

“Lyds, this is a lobster trap not a dog crate. You are my fisherman and I am gonna be the lobster for a change.” With that, I donned my lobster claw oven mitts and grabbed her ass. Yeah, I did. I had to. What a perfect opportunity. I didn’t even get smacked. Just a squeak and a smile.
Ryan, for the win
!

I took off the mitts and grabbed the buoy, the netting and my apron with the lobster body on it and threw it all inside the trap and put it in my lap. Lydia locked the shed back up. “Just roll the dials and give it a yank please.” She followed my direction and wheeled the cargo and me back toward the house. “Let’s go fix ourselves a lobster!”

Once back inside, in thirty minutes flat, I made a few snips, removed the inner ramps and one side off the trap. I fastened it to the armrests on my chair to brace it up. I put on my lobster apron and hung the buoys off the side of my chair then draped the netting all around, being careful to avoid the wheels. “VOILA! Lobster in a trap!”

“Wow, that’s awesome!” Lydia squealed in delight as I donned my lobster claws once more.

“I will tell you what else is awesome. Come here.” She started walking toward me when the doorbell interrupted us again.

Damn kids. I wanted a handful of ass again.

“Game on.” I rolled over to the front door where Lydia awaited with the candy trough. We opened it to a ramp full of what looked like the entire second grade yelling, “Trick or Treat!”

For the next four and a half hours, the house was a steady stream of endless mobs making their rounds. It was a pretty warm night and I just sat by the door at the top of the ramp and waited as I watched the droves of witches, vampires, superheroes, princesses, and other creatures go door to door in search of treats.

Eastport had set a curfew for the kids. They needed to be home and the residents could go about their evening undisturbed.

Even though there was still a shit ton of candy, I think I was safe from inflating to beach ball proportions. It was a lot of fun. The kids were cute in their outfits.

It was getting late, and I felt pumped. I’m not sure if it was the sugar or adrenaline, but I definitely needed to blow off some steam. Lydia was still here. It was way past her quitting time, and I didn’t want the day to end.