Doc by Caleb Dahlia West Read Free Book Online

trash, closing the lid on the harsh, black lettering that read: Folsom State Prison . Nope. There was nothing in California that he gave a single fuck about.
     
    The next afternoon he mowed the lawn, probably for the last time that season, and put the mower away in the corner of the garage. After he showered, he picked up his cell phone. Busy tonight? he typed and waited for a reply, which never took long. Never too busy for you. See you at 9?
    Caleb confirmed and slid the phone into his pocket. He’d have to leave now to make it on time. He chose the Ford over the Harley, though it pained him to do so. He’d never ridden a motorcycle before the Army, but now he could honestly say he couldn’t imagine his life without one. The feel and the freedom of the road were addictive. Winter always came too soon. He swung up into the cab of the Ford and fired up the engine. Sioux Falls was just under four hours away.
     
     
    It was a working class town, same as Rapid City, but more than double the size. Sioux Falls was closer to Stockton in size and in some ways Caleb preferred it. Or at least its anonymity. He could come and go as he pleased, pun intended, he supposed, and no one registered his presence. He wound his way through the downtown area and turned north to a neighborhood that was much like his own. Small, one-story houses lined the street with well-kept lawns and mid-sized SUVs. No one owned a Lexus here, but neither were there junkers on blocks. Caleb turned into the driveway of the last house on the street and killed the engine. The porch light was on.
    He barely knocked when the door swung open. Five feet of curves and blonde hair found their way into his arms. “Hey!” she said giddily and he pushed her inside, closing the door behind him. He knew where the bedroom was and wasted no time in getting them there. She was already in a bathrobe, hair dry but freshly washed. Caleb stripped out of his jeans and T-shirt as she crawled on the bed.
    As he moved over her, she playfully grabbed at his hips and tried in vain to bring him closer. She licked her lips seductively. He smiled but ignored it; he never asked her to do that. Instead, he slid the condom on and then slid inside her . She was ready for him, as usual. He buried his face between her neck and shoulder and rocked into her slowly. She groaned and wrapped her legs around him.
    Caleb rarely took matters into his own hands at home. He got it regularly, if not sparingly here, and never saw a need. But his years of discipline both in the Army and after had proved useful. He never, ever came until she did. He not only felt the typical male sense of pride in a job well done when she creamed on his cock, but he also figured it was the least he could do for her. It only took a few minutes of thrusting before he felt her pussy begin to squeeze his shaft. She came in a rush, and Caleb soon after. When the high wore off, he slid off the bed and tossed the condom into the nearby trash, which was always empty every time he visited. She sprawled over the bed, looking dreamily up at him and he didn’t think that part was ever fake or forced. She seemed to genuinely enjoy his visits, as much as she probably could , anyway.
    He dressed again, zipped up his jeans. He was tired and needed a drink and some sleep, in that order. So he headed out of the bedroom after shooting her a winning smile. In her kitchen, he stood over the table. She had a small stack of books —college textbooks. The corner of his mouth quirked up. It had taken him almost a year to cotton on to the fact that the books never changed. Nor did they move from their spots on the small table. He shrugged it off as he reached behind himself. He supposed a lot of people were pretending to be something they weren’t. Hell, he was pretending to be a cop but the shiny badge might as well have come from a dime store. Caleb was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a cop—not really.
    He opened his wallet, fished out a