Wheels of Steel, Book 1 (33 page)

When he was standing, Robin reached down and pulled up his pants and shorts.

“Uhhh…” He began when his penis was in jeopardy of being grazed by the waistband of his shorts. But she gently and quickly tucked him in. She had his pants fastened and zipped before he knew it.

“Ready to sit down?” She asked.

“Okay.” He watched her for any sign of fainting or even sweating. None. She gripped his body with strong arms and helped him to swivel around and then lowered him to the chair.

“I’m going to wash my hands now. You go ahead and wheel yourself out.” Jason, once again, was surprised by her directness and control. He did as she requested and when she was finished in the bathroom she came out placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Did you finish your school work?”

“Yeah, I did. Okay…you didn’t have any problem with what…happened in there?”

“Cleaning you? Not really. I mean…I’d rather be eating cake, but…oh well. Jason, can you show me how you make a beat?”

After a moment of hesitation he wheeled to his computer. Robin was not completely easy to understand. He just knew that he really liked her. She was hot, she was sweet, and she loved music. He was very lucky to have found her. He powered up.

“This, my dear Sweetheart, is an FL Studio. Back in the day we call it Fruity Loops Studio…”

Chapter 26

Robin stayed until eleven; which was her quitting time but she could have stayed longer. Watching Jason explain beats and mixing was very interesting. But she was actually tired and once she was in her car she found herself yawning all of the way home. She fell into bed and was asleep immediately.

The next day she arrived at Jason’s bright and early and feeling perky. She wasn’t exactly sure what there was between the two of them but she knew that she liked him a lot and enjoyed being around him. She looked forward to seeing his handsome, freckled face. She enjoyed his snarky wit. She liked that he was so smart and didn’t let people push him around or intimidate him even though, with his disorder, he would have every reason in the world to give into insecurity.

They lost about half an hour to kissing and had to rush in order to get to class on time. As Robin moved with him from class to class she paid more attention to his reaction to the world around him instead of the way the world moved around him. He didn’t try to fit in—he DID fit in. He talked to the other students and they seemed to honestly like him. At lunch she ‘learned’ how people interacted and joked with each other, instead of trying to find a hiding place and to go unnoticed. Jason’s friends had a comfortable routine. And best of all is that she stopped feeling like an unwanted intrusion because no one really paid that much attention to her anyway.

After class Robin carried his things into the apartment and put them away. Jason grabbed his crutches and when she turned back around he was standing there waiting for her to notice him. They kissed for a time until she had to pull away, promising more kisses when she returned that evening.

She wanted to go shopping for something to wear Friday. Now that she had committed to going, she agonized about how to dress. She didn’t want to go, the crowds alone would make her nervous. But if she was expected to interact with people that she didn’t know, she wanted to make sure that she at least looked nice. So she bypassed her usual department store’s Juniors department and headed for the trendy stores that she always distantly admired. First of all she was always too chunky for their skinny jeans and tight shirts. But she hoped to find something that would compliment her more curvy body.

Everything she found looked really good on the mannequins but when she tried them she looked like she was trying to be someone else. Finally, one of the young sales girls had mercy on her and they picked out an ensemble that was really smoking. There were black jeans, and a nylon shirt with a cool screen print design. It had a plunging neckline that was almost a deal breaker but the clerk found a vibrant scarf to loop around her neck. With black boots that she already had at home, she knew that she was almost set.

It was just her hair that might need some work. She went into a walk-in hair salon at the mall, and walked out with a haircut. She pretty much kept her hair pulled back. It would be so much easier just to wear it short and natural. Plus she thought it really looked good on her more-roundish face. It had been ages since she’d gone shopping like this for herself, so she bought perfume and cute underwear; thinking fleetingly of Jason.

Jason was so cool. He didn’t try to touch her. She could tell that he just enjoyed the kisses and snuggling. She had to admit that sometimes she got very heated and she knew that he did as well, but he always remained a gentleman. She just looked forward to him…not being so gentlemanly.

By the time Robin got home that evening she carried lots of bags and had put a sizeable dent in the money that had been accumulating in her account. But it was about time that she enjoyed the fruits of her labor. She didn’t have time to do much more then freshen, slip on some comfortable jeans and a nice blouse before she had to head right back out the door to get to Jason’s.

When he opened the door his eyes got wide. “Robin…what happened to your pretty hair?” She touched it self-consciously.

“You don’t like it?”

He paused and then smiled. “I love it. You look great with short hair.”

“Are you sure?” She asked while touching the tapered back of her neck and walking slowly into the apartment.

“Yes!” He said honestly. “You look great.” He reached out and stroked her hair and then her face and then slowly her neck. Robin shivered. He placed his lips on her temple. “It’s beautiful…” He whispered. He kissed his way across her ear. Her eyes fluttered close. “You’re beautiful…” His lips met her neck. Robin’s hands moved up his body and beneath his shirt. She felt him shudder and then move his legs so that he could lean forward pressing her back against the wall. One of his arms went around her body and pulled her to him. She felt it glide down to cup her ass and a thrill shot through her. His mouth moved across her neck and then he urgently sought her lips.

It felt good; his hands on her butt. He’d never touched her like that before. Robin’s body began a slow burn; the electrical shocks that she always experienced whenever Jason was near intensified and centered around her core. She felt herself pulsing between her thighs and her breath was coming in fast gasps.

Jason leaned his body against hers and she suddenly reached down and gripped his ass with both of her hands. She pulled him to her and could feel him hard and pushing against her belly. He stopped kissing her for a moment in order to catch his breath, his own hands continuing to clutch at her rounded ass. He groaned loudly and then took his other hand and braced it against the wall. His head suddenly dipped down to capture her neck again and to tease her with his tongue. His hand came up her side and lightly stroked her breast, cupping and covering it with his big palm.

Robin’s body began to shake, electrical shocks threading between her thighs and causing her to groan along with him. He stopped abruptly, lowering his hand.

“I-I need to sit down.”

“Are you having a seizure?” She asked in alarm.

“No, but my legs…”

“Okay.” She hurried for his chair and his legs practically buckled beneath him as soon as she had it in position. His face was flushed and his hair was sticking to his wet forehead. She could see the evidence of his arousal and this time it was his green eyes that were heavily lidded as he watched her.

She crouched down in front of him, her own green/grey eyes just as heavily lidded. She placed her hands on both of his knees.

“Robin…” He warned. His back arched suddenly and he gasped; she touched him and his body reacted without his control. Her hands glided sensually up his thighs and beneath his shirt. Jason’s head fell back and he groaned loudly and bit his lip. Robin’s fingers continued up his goose pimpled flesh until they reached the rounds of his flat aureoles with their miniscule bead of nipple. His hands gripped her wrist, holding her in place. She didn’t mind; her brain was now a heat seeking missile that seemed connected to the throbbing at her core. She leaned forward and placed her lips on his belly.

His body jerked and he cried out as if he were in pain. She was used to his body jerks and pulls but suddenly it was magnified. It wasn’t a seizure, it was just his Cerebral Palsy going haywire. Robin understood that his skin was hyper sensitive and she knew that even something that felt good could be too much.

So she backed off. She closed her eyes and placed her head on his chest, still crouched their between his legs. She slipped her hands around his jerking body and held him for as long as it took for him to calm down; which was a few minutes. Eventually his hands were able to stroke her hair and back.

“I’m sorry.” He said with a voice about as slurred as she’d ever heard it.

She looked up. “You’re okay, Jason, really. I just like…” She stood up and rubbed her hands together nervously.

“Like…what?” He asked, half sprawled in his chair.

“I just like being next to you.”

Jason stared at her, he still wasn’t completely free of the muscle jerks but it was much better than it had been. “Will you sing something for me, Sweetheart? Something old and…relaxing?” He was holding his hand out to her.

She nodded and then moved to take his hand. He lightly pulled her into his arms and onto his lap. She snuggled there, nestling her head against his shoulder and neck. He lightly stroked the back of her hand. She began singing a song that was so low that it was practically a whisper, but he could hear every nuance of her lovely voice. It was an old Phoebe Snow song called Poetry Man that was older than her by like twenty years. When she got to the end of it his muscles were calm again—at least as calm as he ever got. He was stroking her arm and his eyes were closed.

“I…love you, Robin.” He whispered.

She began to tremble. He gripped her and held her. Eventually she calmed. “I love you too.” She whispered back. He reached up and traced the trail of tears on her cheeks.

Chapter 27

It was Friday; the day she had dreaded all week. She was torn between wanting to see Jason work his magic as a DJ, and not wanting to be at a party with people she didn’t know. She’d gotten a taste of his DJing skills as he practiced throughout the week...of course, between sharing kisses with her. Watching him actually pulling beats from other songs or creating his own—and then making it into a remarkable song, was still unbelievable to her.

Robin sat on the edge of her bed feeling in turmoil, and then suddenly, felt herself smiling as she thought about this man that she loved. How did love happen so quickly? She wanted to share it with someone but didn’t have any friends to talk to about it with. She wanted to talk to her Mom and ask her questions about how she’d felt being in love with Daddy. But at the same time she didn’t want to share Jason with her because then Mom might do and say something to deflate her bubble and she didn’t want that.

With a sigh she dressed and prepared to leave. She slipped on jeans and a sweater. She would change when she returned in the evening. As she drove to Jason’s she was anxious to see him but not so anxious to see his mother.

When she got to the door, it was Jason that answered and not Mrs. Hamilton. For the first time this week he was sitting in his wheelchair instead of standing at the door for her. She had taken his braces and hidden them in her trunk from his mother.

She was about to make a comment about it when he suddenly reached out and gripped her hand, pulling her down to his lap. Once she was settled in her most favorite seat in the world, he kissed her sensually. Robin pulled back in alarm.

“Your Mother!” She whispered. He just grinned.

“I told Mom to come tomorrow instead of today.”

“Ahhh.” She relaxed in his arms.

“Yeah, I didn’t want her to ruin our fun before the party.” He absently stroked her thigh as he talked. “I hope this doesn’t backfire on me. My Mom originally used to come on Saturdays. But then she would spend the entire day.” He chuckled. I’d be waiting for her to leave and she’d be there until dark. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate my Mom but…I don’t want to spend all day with her. So I devised an excuse for her to only come on Fridays because even if she stayed until night, I didn’t have to see her for half the day”

“I know the feeling, believe me. My Mom…well she’s all I have now-”

“You have me, Sweetheart.”

“Mmmm.” She pressed her nose lightly to his. “Say that again…”

“You’re mine and I’m yours.”