Prologue

Prologue

(Marlon Teixeira, my idea of Luis)

Another group of Jackson’s business acquaintances stopped in front of me and offered their condolences and uttered the repetitive epithet of, “I am so sorry for your loss and we are praying for you.” The other duplicate phrase was, “He will surely be missed.”

I nodded my head at all the appropriate times and accepted their well wishes as Jackson’s remaining family evilly eyed me from across the room where they had no choice but to be silent and unobtrusive, that was exactly where Jackson wanted the greedy parasites that were his half brother and step mother.

They were still reeling after two solid years from the reading of Jackson Randall Sr. last will and testament that had left everything to his oldest son from a previous marriage, which meant a multimillion dollar business Jackson Jr. had been groomed for and managing even before he had ill.

Now Jackson Jr’s. will knocked all their hopes out of the water of ever getting their greedy hands on a penny of the Randall fortune. Jackson made sure he left millions of worth of assets and the company with a trusted board of trustees to oversee his business dealings, all of which now belonged to me, the deceased legal spouse. How I hated that fucking term when I heard it applied to me by Jackson’s team of attorneys.

I paid the ex-Randalls absolutely no mind whatsoever, I don’t even know why they even bothered to show up. A server glided past me and I took a drink off the tray and fervently wished that it contained alcohol, but I had no such luck as I sipped the sparkling juice.

Closing my eyes, I just wanted this to be over. I just wanted to go back to my empty house with my empty heart and try to figure out what I was going to do with myself now that Jackson was no longer here as my soul purpose in life.

My eyes scanned the multitude of people all wearing the required dismal black attire, designer labels, but black all the same to mourn a man they knew nothing about. Was I sorry that Jackson was gone? To be honest, I am relieved but lost. Jackson is in a better place and he went to the grave with his secret intact. A secret I had willingly devoted twelve years of my life keeping and caring for him.

I eyed the funeral director and he must have picked up on my silent message because he started making his rounds and pointedly thanked everyone for coming. The universal sign of, go the Hell home. I quietly made a slow round around the room, the fatigue and depression of this entire situation weighed heavily on my shoulders.

I gave people a wan smile and quietly thanked them for sharing in my moment of grief and I moved on. I avoided the ex-Randalls altogether and made a beeline straight towards the limo parked outside that would take me home, etiquette be damned. I was tired and I was so done with pretending anymore.

“Luis, Luis…Where are you going?” Danielle shouted as she sprinted towards me. I had one foot in the damn car already and I cursed my luck as she stopped in front of me with her hands on her hips.

“Dani, I don’t have the energy or the will to engage you right now. I am going home. I am going to have a drink, and I am going to bed. In that order, so save whatever speech you are about to make on being surrounded by loved ones in my time of need and give me my space.” I snapped and I almost felt bad as I watched her expression close off and she stepped back from me, but again, I am tired of pretending. I just needed some damn room to breathe for a minute. I felt like I was being smothered by everyone and I am so done with all of it. Jackson was gone now and everything was finished.

I turned away from my sister and slid into the car. My sister meant well, but like everyone else, she saw only what Jackson wanted the world to see. They had no idea what really happened behind the closed doors of our home and I promised my best friend, my companion, and my now dead husband that I would never reveal the real truth behind our relationship.

My gaze barely registered the landscape as the luxury car shuttled me home. I was just happy to be somewhere other than that opulent room in that swanky funeral parlour with people asking me, how I was holding up and telling me to be strong. I have been willingly doing all those things for Jackson, and I had made him my life, and now he is gone.

I knew it was going to happen and I had even thought that I was prepared for it to happen. The day that lovely man would draw his last breath and joined the other Angels up in heaven. Now that it has actually happened, I have mixed feelings about it. I don’t know what it is I should be feeling.

People expected me to be the grieving widower, crying and throwing myself into the cold dark earth on top of my husband’s ornate casket. They expected me to be riling at the heavens at the unfairness of the, “Cancer,” that took Jackson away from me in the prime of his life, but I had just stood there, numb and dry-eyed as they lowered him into his final resting place.

The car pulled through the gates of the enormous house that was Jackson’s home well before we met. The picture perfect mansion he had moved me into to be his everything. Once the vehicle stopped in front of the cobblestone steps, I waited until the driver opened my door and I thanked him for delivering me home safely and slipped a little something in his hand when I shook it.

By the time my foot hit the top step Melba, our long time housekeeper already had the front door open for me and God bless her, all she did was give me an encouraging wink as I walked past by her and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze as my greeting. She already knew and was privy to all the details between Jackson’s and I unconventional relationship, so at least there was no hiding anything with her, and for that I was sincerely grateful.

Out of the hundreds of people that were in attendance today, I knew for a fact that all those tears and well wishes were just as empty and meaningless as if they were discussing the weather. I wondered how many of those same snobs would have showed up if they knew the real Jackson Jr. The man who had been so afraid to be shunned by those same fickle class of over privileged and judgemental society members he hid his entire illness from.

It had been a constant source of contention between us, him seeking their approval and me telling him that nothing in his life was any of their business. It took the first three years of our special arrangement for me to give up arguing with him about it altogether and I just went with the flow to make him happy.

His health had started to decline by then, and I had promised him that I would be the one real thing in his life. I had promised him that I would be there for him no matter what. I had made him my world. My entire existence had revolved around him and now he was gone. God rest his tormented soul, at least now he can be at peace, he was no longer suffering. He is free and that made my heavy heart just a little bit lighter.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Nina Dobrev, my idea of Danielle)

“Fuck.” I groaned as bright light suddenly slashed across my face and I threw my hand up to block the blinding illumination from scorching my gritty eyeballs.

“It is time for you to get your ass out of that bed, you smell like you are the one that died.” Dani yelled at me as she continued to go from window to window pulling back the heavy curtains.

“Who the Hell let you in here?” I growled as I rolled over away from the offending sunshine.

“Lucas Tyler Davidson Randall, you will not speak to me like that. I am your younger sister and I happen to care for you very much. It has been six weeks since Jackson passed away, six weeks, and no one has heard a word from you since. Your own family has been turned away from the gates of your home. You don’t return anyone’s calls, emails, or text messages. I had to resort to breaking and entering in order to get into this fortress you call a house.” She prattled on and I just grunted and pulled the covers over my head.

“Then maybe all of you should take the hint to leave me alone.” I muttered from under the sanctuary of my comforters.

All of a sudden I was robbed of even the comforts on my own bed. I glared at my annoying ass sibling as she rolled the blankets up into a bundle at the end of the bed. “I will not leave you alone to wallow like this, it is unhealthy. Have you tried to talking to somebody, a grief counselor maybe?”

Flopping over onto my back, I slowly propped myself up on some pillows. My entire body ached, my head was throbbing, and I just wanted her to shut up and stop screeching already. “Look, I want to be left alone. I don’t want to hear anymore fake ass condolences from Jackson’s fake ass acquaintances. I don’t want to listen to the unfairness of life from my money grubbing in-laws and I don’t need to talk to any fucking grief counselor. What the fuck is that going to do, it’s not going to bring Jackson back. Now go and tell everyone that you have seen me and that I am alive. I am sure you can see yourself out and don’t come back until I call you.” I finished on a huff and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I went to stand up and my world spun on it’s axis, I plopped back down onto the mattress, and clenched my eyes shut as I waited for the world to stop spinning.

I felt Danielle take a seat next to me and she gently pushed my curls out of my sweaty face. “Luis, you are not alright and I am worried about you. You look like you haven’t been eating, your clothes are literally hanging off of you. You need a shower and a decent meal. Melba is beside herself with worry. How do you think I got here? She says you won’t even let her clear out any Jackson’s medical equipment in the other room. She says you won’t eat but you seem to be consuming your body weight in alcohol. I am sorry sweetie, you can curse me and even call the cops to try to get me out of here, but I am not leaving until to talk to me.”

I just shook my head and buried my face in my hands. How was I supposed to tell her that I missed my best friend, and that I feel like I am nobody and nothing important without him? How do I tell her that my purpose for getting up in the morning is no longer there and that selfish part of me wishes that he was? Can I find the words to explain to her that I still get up every two hours during the night like clockwork to give him his pain medicine only to find myself staring at his bedside blinking, dazed and confused at the empty bed? Then I would remember that he is never going to be in that bed ever again waiting for me to come to him, and it was like a fresh stab in the heart everytime all over again.

I couldn’t form the words necessary to tell her that my room adjoining Jackson’s was too fucking quiet and I missed the rhythmic squishing of his ventilator and the beeps of his cardiac monitor. How do you tell someone that you wish for your terminally ill husband was still here with you instead of his body resting in a cold, lonely grave while his spirit soared like the Angel he is happy in Heaven? How selfish am I to still want him here when he is now free of his misery and pain?

I feel like I have no purpose now that he is gone. Was I so dependent on Jackson, that I needed him to validate who I am as a person? The answer to that question is simple, yes I did.

It felt like a vice was tightening itself around my heart and my lungs seemed to have seized up in my chest. Hot tears of regret and sorrow gathered in my eyes, and a gut wrenching sob escaped my dry lips. Years of conflicted thoughts and buried emotions erupted from me like a volcano spewing molten lava.

I sobbed for the loss of my best friend, and I wept for the life he could have had. I raged against the unfairness of it all. I cried for my selfishness and the hopelessness that I felt. I was inconsolable as my sister held onto me and anchored me through the storm of emotions that was threatening to carry the shattered pieces of my soul to the four winds.

My body heaved with the force of my grief as the utter misery that had claimed my mind and my body for so long now. The spasms of my pain took on a physical manifestation as my stomach boiled and the bitter taste of bile rose up in my throat. I shot from the bed and raced across the room on wobbly legs, and I stumbled my way towards the bathroom and just barely made it and I fell to my knees to bend myself over the porcelain bowl to vomit up my gastric acids, for that was the only thing in my stomach. My throat burned and my head pounded away as I felt Danielle’s cool hands thread through my hair pulling my curls out of my face.

She whispered words of comfort as she held me tight. I tucked my face under her chin while I huddled on the tiled floor and trembled like a newborn babe. She never uttered a word of reprimand, she didn’t make any demands, nor did she ask me any questions, and for that I was eternally grateful, but I knew it was a matter of time before she would ask them.

Obviously, I wasn’t prepared to answer much or less dwell of those inquiries, but I was grateful that she was here to help me through this epic breakdown. Once I felt that I was back under some semblance of control, I pulled myself out of my sister’s comforting embrace. I managed to get myself up off the floor and onto my unsteady feet. Dani shadowed my tentative steps toward the vanity area with it’s state of the art sinks. I waved my hand under the faucet to turn on the water, and then I washed my face and rinsed the sour taste of my vomit out of my mouth before turning tapping it off again and accepted the fluffy face towel from Dani as I tried my best to ignore her deeply concerned expression.

After refreshing myself, I gingerly made my way back into the bedroom and plopped back down on the side of the bed. I wasn’t surprised to see that Melba had stripped and remade it in record time and she was currently talking to my sister in hushed tones by the door. They finished whatever it was the were conversing about and Dani came over and took a seat next to me.

“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” She quietly asked as she took one of my hands and held it in her much smaller ones.

My mind was unfocused but not enough for me to want to share with her all the things that were jumbling my thought processes. “It’s nothing I want to share at the moment.” I simply said. I just didn’t have it in me to go through and separate all the different emotions running through me. I would’ve much preferred to just lay down and sleep until everything went away.

“Luis, you have got to get all this off your chest, you can’t put your life at a stand still like this. Look at how it’s eating at you. We all knew that Jackson was the love of your life and we understand that losing him was a severe blow to your heart, but baby, he wouldn’t want you to wallow like this. Maybe you need some time away from this house. Let Melba clear away all the medical stuff and box up Jackson’s things for you to go through when it’s a little easier for you to process all of this.” She said and I could see this wisdom behind her words, but no matter where I go or what I do, Jackson will still be gone and I will have to figure out what the Hell I was going to do with my life.

Dani was waiting for me to say something, but God bless her, Melba came bustling into the room carrying a tray of whatever it was she had prepared for us to eat. I didn’t even know what time of day it was, if it was breakfast time or early afternoon. Shit, what day was it?

“Come on, let’s get some food into you and then we can talk about maybe taking a trip somewhere.” My sister cheerfully bounced up off the bed and took me by my wrists and I allowed her to haul me over to the small dining area by the window.

Melba multitasked, between fussing over me, and arranging the assortment of breakfast foods on the table with Dani’s assistance. Soon enough both of the women were looking expectantly at me as if to say get on with it. I just sighed and prayed that whatever I put into my mouth will actually say in my roiling stomach. I decided the only way that I was going to get some semblance of peace, is if I at least made the attempt to eat something. So I started out simple, I reached for the platter of buttered toast, then helped myself to some scrambled eggs. Melba smiled and happily poured my coffee into the mug in front of me.

“Thank you Melba, truly.” I said, at least I can be courteous to the woman who took care of me like a mother. She blushed and flapped her hands before exiting the room. Dani helped herself to some fresh fruit and gave me her signature hundred megawatt smile. I just shook my head and tried to work my way through the food on my plate.

I made it about halfway through my breakfast before my stomach warned me with a low dull gurgle that it had enough. The minute I put my fork down Dani opened her mouth to say something and I held up my hand to stop her. “I heard you the first time, and I will think about taking some time away.”

My statement didn’t seem to appease her in the least, because she pursed her lips and glared at me for a full minute. I had to fight the urge to fidget under her direct gaze. “I’m giving you forty-eight hours Luis, you need to make up your mind where you want to go in two days or else I will make the decision for you. Trust and believe that Mom and Dad are on my side in this situation. They are worried sick about you too you know.”

“Fine Danielle, two days. Now that you have made sure that I have eaten can you please give me some privacy and some peace to take a shower?” I said as I pushed away from the table.

“Okay brother dear, but I hope you don’t think that you are getting off that easy. You literally had a much deserved break down and I am not going to let you have a setback. I will be here for the duration until you make up your mind or I drag you off for some much needed time away. So go shower, get dressed, and we can go for a walk. You need some sunshine and fresh air.” She finished her statement by gathering the breakfast tray and left me standing there gaping after her in the middle of my own bedroom.

Jesus, doesn’t anyone understand the damn term of leave me alone? I trudged into the en-suite bathroom and quickly shed my pajamas. With a heavy sigh and even a heavier heart, I stepped into the shower stall and cranked the hot water. My family meant well, I knew that, but they didn’t know anything about anything and after all these years and the promise I made to Jackson about keeping his health issues between us. There is no way I was going to share what he root of my troubles were. Hell, I didn’t even know what they were really.

I had come to terms long ago with Jackson’s illness, it was just that I was his everything. From day I met him working as a Nurse in the Private Clinic where he started his treatment, to accepting his offer to become his private Nurse companion, and then after a time of getting to know the real Jackson Randall Jr. I ultimately accepted his marriage proposal and became his buffer to the world. I gave him my all because he gave me everything that was in him to give, his trust and his affection. Now that he is gone, I feel like I have no direction and my family, the strong independent characters that they are, will not be able to understand my feelings. At least not without knowing the whole story and that is something I am never going to be prepared to tell them.

I sighed and finished rinsing the familiar vanilla scented shampoo from my hair and then I made quick work of washing every inch of my skin. I had to admit that I felt a little better now that my tummy was full and I was clean, but my body still ached and there was a slow throbbing pain in my head. I would appease my folks and go somewhere for a little while and maybe I can clear my head and get some direction, but I was optimistic about that.

Making my way into my walk-in closet, I shored up my energy and my patience to face my sister for the rest of the day and go for a walk I really didn’t feel up to taking.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Beach Front Vacation Home)

God, putting up with well meaning family members can be a pain in the ass. I thought as I threw the my shaving kit into my suitcase and zipped it closed. If I could muster the energy, I would strangle the very life out of my sister. She has invaded my house and my life making me do things I really didn’t feel like doing, and she was as determined about it as a pitbull with a bone. She’s even brought in reinforcements with her in the form of our mother.

It was two against one and I just gave up trying to have a say in my own house. It was easier to let them do what the Hell they wanted to do because fighting those odds was just too much for me to handle right about now. If I opened my mouth to protest against something, they would turn their heads and stare at me like I was some sort of alien species and go right back to whatever it was they were discussing like I hadn’t said anything in the first place.

Swinging the luggage off the bed, I pulled up the handle and rolled it behind me as I made my way out of my room. I fought the urge to make a run for it, but whatever chances I may have had to get away from the women was cut short when Thomas, Melba’s husband, and our driver met me at the top of the stairs and cheerfully took my case from me and carried it back downstairs to load it in the car.

They were taking me to our family’s cottage by the sea, a place I haven’t visited since I was in my late teens. I knew my family went there occasionally but between college and getting a job at the Clinic, I didn’t have the time to go on vacations with them. Then I met and married Jackson, and taking care of him full time definitely didn’t leave the time to go anywhere.

Now the determined pair of woman gave me no choice in the matter, and to be honest, I was too emotionally overloaded trying to come to terms with the recent changes in my life to really care where they care carting me off to. I was going to go, spend some time with them and then hopefully they will get off my back. They meant well, but I needed to find my center and gain my elusive piece of mind all over again.

For them , I will go to the cottage, sit on the beach, breathe in all the fresh air they wanted me to, and then I can come back home to my house. That was my plan and I am determined to stick to it. They just don’t understand and in order for them to understand there were things I would have to reveal that was nobody’s business but mine and Jackson’s. So I will just deal with being by the ocean for a few weeks, maybe they are right, and the fresh sea air will help clear my jumbled thoughts and I can figure out what to do with myself.

My foot barely touched the marble tiled floor at the bottom of the stairs when Dani came bouncing towards me like a happy bunny on crack. “Hey big bro, are you ready for some R&R.” She chirped as she practically vibrated with excitement in front me. I looked at her and wondered what is was like to be so carefree and open. Was I ever like her? Did I ever find in joy out of everything, even something as simple as going on vacation? Geez, I have become such a cynical prick, wonderful. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself while I attempted to give my sister a sincere smile. After all, they were just putting me through all of this because they cared about me.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” I said and Danielle happily squealed and grabbed me by the hand. I was dragged across the foyer and almost thrown head first into the limo waiting at the bottom of the steps in the driveway. My mother was already seated and waiting for us. I could hear Thomas’ low chuckle at my sibling’s show of exuberance as he shut the car door leaving me enclosed in the luxurious interior with my doting mother and my hyperactive sister. Did I say I was not looking forward to the next four hours, the time span it will take us to reach our destination?

The minute the front tires hit the paved road outside the gates of the house, Dani’s mouth went into overdrive. She decided to give me a crash course on all the changes that happened to the quaint but affluent seaside community where our villa was located. I listened with half an ear as she went on and on about who sold their homes and never came back to the area, to all the updates on the locals that lived there year round. I waited until at least half way through the drive before I let the motion of the car and the cadence of Dani’s verbal vomiting lull me to sleep.

When I opened my eyes again the car was pulling into the driveway of our beach house. I settled with myself within my mind to get the much needed relaxation that my family was striving for me to have on this trip.

Thomas opened the door and like the gentleman my mother raised me to be, I let the ladies exit the car before I got out myself. I raised my arms above my head and took the time to stretch the long car ride from my already aching muscles. I breathed deeply through my nose and the salty aroma of the ocean tickled my sense of smell and I felt the warm sun kissed breeze caress my skin.

I helped Thomas with the bags and I took a good look at the front of the house. Nothing about it has really changed from the last time I was here, that was until I entered our vacation home. Whereas the outside remained the same with the same stately architecture and typical tropical landscaping, it seemed that my mother totally revamped the inside since there was no longer little children in residence to wreak chaos on the house and it’s decor as children sometimes do.

Everything was now a pristine white, with the only splashes of color coming from the jewel toned cushions and the ridiculously expensive rugs and home accents. Sheer white curtains billowed gently in the breeze coming off the vast panoramic expanse of the Atlantic Ocean spreading for as far as the eye can see from the wall to wall open glass doors at the back of the house. The dark mahogany wood furniture elegantly brought out the clean lines of the house. The enormous vases of white calla lilies that were occupying the surface of a few tables made the spacious room even more pleasant. I sighed at the sight, my mother always had and always will have great style.

“Oh hello everyone, you are just in time for lunch.” Mrs. Jenson, the local woman who has been taking care of our home here since forever came bustling into the room with a huge welcoming smile on her face. “Goodness, Mr. Luis, look at you, it is so good to see you again, you handsome boy,” She exclaimed and I found myself engulfed in one of her famous hugs.

The familiar scent of fresh roses mixed with yummy goodness of baked goods clung to her as always, and for some reason that memory caused a lump to form in my throat and tears began to burn at the back of my just a little. This woman was like a second mom to Danielle and I. Over the many winter holidays and a multitude of summers too. She’s cared and doted on my sister and I over the years like we were her own kids.

The Jensens were at my wedding when Jackson and I exchanged our vows, just as she was at my husband’s funeral. Her and her husband Gerald, who was currently helping Thomas carry our things upstairs were a part of our family. Mrs. Jensen or Auntie Claire as we used to call her when we were younger and sometimes we still found ourselves addressing her, especially when she was baking something and we wanted to try whatever heavenly confection she was creating before everyone else.

God bless her, she didn’t offer the typical worn out condolences on my loss or made any mention of Jackson. She just held me a little tighter for a little bit longer before letting me go with a sweet smile curving her lips. I had to blink my eyes to hold back my grateful tears, and I nodded my head in gratitude at her for not bringing up my grief.

I didn’t trust my voice at the moment so I kept quiet. The whole purpose of this trip was not to let my dismal thoughts and my troubles drag even further into my unhappy place. So, I ruthlessly stamped down on the negative emotions trying to creep their way back to the fore front before they overwhelmed me all over again.

My mother came forward and greeted her friend. “Claire, you are looking well and Gerald too. Thank you so much for opening the house on such short notice.”

I watched as the two women affectionately embrace each other and they turned and walked hand in hand towards the kitchen. Dani had disappeared upstairs somewhere and I am sure she was putting away everyone’s things like the whirlwind that the is. I sauntered out on the wrap around veranda at the back of the house and stepped outside to take in miles and miles of the white sandy beach and the deep blue water with its waves breaking over the reef, the white bubbles rushing up onto the sand before receding back into the ocean. I closed my eyes and breathed in the salty air. The tight knot that has been a constant in the middle of my chest loosened just a little bit and I breathed a little easier.

“Now see, don’t you feel better now that you are out of the house?” The quiet question came from behind me.

Turning back towards the patio doors, I spied Dani standing there staring at me with her eyes full of concern. “Yeah, I guess you were right about getting away for a while, but please don’t Lord it over my head. I am only capable of one day at a time at the moment.”

“Well then big brother, let’s do lunch.” She exclaimed and bounced back into the house.

God, to be to so young and so carefree, I envied that. I followed her into the dining room and I couldn’t help myself as I gaped at the spread Auntie Claire put out for our lunch. With this amount of food we will be eating until next week. My stomach rumbled, not complaining in the least as my appetite finally opened up after being dormant for the last couple of weeks.

We all took our seats around the table and tucked into the food, it’s been a while since I had seafood and I happily nibbled on the fresh broiled lobster tails and the juicy jumbo shrimp swimming in garlic butter sauce. My goodness, if I was going to be feasting like this while I am here, I may have to push theses tired muscles of mine and attempt to go running or something.

“So Luis, what are your plans honey? I know you kept your Nursing license up to date seeing that you were Jackson’s main caregiver. Do you think you will go back into the medical field, I know you don’t have to but I always knew that taking care of people was your passion.” My mother broke into my thoughts with her inquiry and just the mere mention of Jackson’s name made that lump tighten again and I took a deep breath.

I knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to desensitize me to hearing his name mentioned and making me think about the possibilities I had in front of me. “I am not sure yet, Ma.”

“Well baby, you should think about it. Yes, you are a man of means with a limitless income, but you were never one to be idle. You need a purpose and for long time Jackson was that purpose. Think about all the options you have out there. Jackson wouldn’t have wanted you to stymie your life like you have been doing.” She said as she speared another plump shrimp on her fork.

“Oh, there is a lovely gentleman that bought the Callahan place next door last year. He is one of those doctors that works on burn victims. Nice man, maybe I can introduce you while you are here.” Aunt Claire had piped up to added her two cents to the conversation.

“Yeah really, oh is he married?” Dani bounced in her seat getting ready to go into her manic mode. I looked at her out the side of my eye and wondered how many times mommy and daddy may have dropped her as a baby.

“Um…I don’t think so, everytime he visits, he is by himself.” Aunt Claire answered.

“ If he is single, I think he would prefer Luis’ attentions over yours Danielle if rumors around town stands correct.“ Gerald quietly mumbled and gave me a knowing wink.

“Really,” Dani dragged out the word as her eyebrows hit her hairline. That gleam of pure mischievousness glazed over her wide chocolate eyes and I immediately began shaking my head at her.

“No, nope, no way. Don’t even think it, don’t I mean it.” I said as pointed my fork at her. That was the last thing I needed, to be set up with a total stranger. No way was I looking to get into another relationship of any kind anytime soon. I looked around the table and saw that everyone was looking at me with that expectant gleam in their eyes and I threw down my fork and pouted. “No way!”

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Dino Hillas, my idea of what Dr. Stephen Giles looks like.)

You would think that the sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline would have lulled me to sleep, but it didn’t. For the first night in several weeks my body and my mind realized that I wasn’t at home, so therefore it wasn’t fooled into getting up in the middle of the night to medicate Jackson only for me to realize that he isn’t here anymore. You think that I would have passed out, but no, I am wide awake yet again in the middle of the night. I turned my head and looked at the little digital clock on the bedside table, 12:57 a.m. it read.

Making the decision to get up and go walking on the beach, I threw back the thin covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed and got to my feet. Looking down at myself, I figured I was dressed appropriately enough in my loose fitting boxer shorts and a plain white T-shirt that had belonged to Jackson. I mean, who is going to see me out there this time of the night anyway, and if someone did see me, they were probably going to be wearing a lot less than I was.

My slippers barely made any noise on the veranda as I threaded my way the side stairs that led right down the side of the house and onto the beach. I kicked my sandals off once I reached the bottom of the stairway. I sank my toes into the of the powdery white sand that has been warmed by the sun all day. The stars shone brilliantly over the water and the moon was full and bright and it illuminated the entire beach like the sun did in the middle of the day. It was absolutely beautiful, even the breeze was mild and tempered as it tickled the hem of my clothes and brushed over the surface of my skin. I pulled out the elastic band that was securing my hair in a messy ponytail and shook out my curls letting the salty breeze blow through the mass of curls as I ambled closer to the water.

I wished I had brought a blanket with me or at the very least a towel, but it is what it is and I dropped my ass down on the soft sand and just hoped and prayed that none of the gritty stuff found it’s way under my boxers. Nope, getting sand in my boy bits is not and will never be a comfortable thing. I brought my knees up and hugged them to my chest and rested my chin on them.

Looking up at the sky, I wondered if Jackson was up there and I wondered if he was now at peace. I surely hoped so. I couldn’t help the smile that curled my lips when I recalled how we met. God the man had made me tongue tied when he had stepped up to the reception desk at the Clinic and gave his name and the time of his appointment. He had turned me stupid when he turned those bright blue eyes in my direction and sadly smiled at me before taking his seat in the waiting area.

I still remember the blush that had burned across my face when I had led him back to the treatment rooms, seated him in a recliner, and prepped his portacath intravenous access to connect with the IV line and the bag of medicine that would deliver his weekly dose of his medications. When I was finished and the medicine was flowing freely through the line and into his arm, I looked up to make sure that he was alright and not feeling any nausea or dizziness.

“Damn, but you are gorgeous. I’m sorry if that may offend you but you are.” Jackson had complimented me with a look of pure wonder on his face, then I had watched that wonder turn into something that looked awfully a lot like regret.

For some reason, out of all of my other patients, Jackson’s open attitude and his expressive eyes caught and held my heart strings from that very first day. After caring for him for a few of his appointments, I made sure that I was always scheduled to work on the days that he came in, and he made sure that he always scheduled his appointment time so that he would be my last patient for the day. We coordinated it like that so that I had the time to sit and talk to him while he received his medications.

We had found out that we had a lot of things in common, everything from the kind of music we listened to, the movies we watched, and even the food we liked to eat. It was like this man was my perfect match in every way and I wanted him to know that despite his illness, I wanted to get to know him even more, and shy little me had actually made the brazen suggestion of asking the man to dinner. I had sat there sweating bullets until I had mustered the nerve to raise my eyes to his and I saw tears swimming in those gorgeous indigo orbs before Jackson blinked them away and told me that he appreciated the invitation but he had to decline because doesn’t date anymore. He didn’t want to lead anyone on and he wasn’t looking for a relationship.

At first, I respected his decision and I didn’t push the issue. I certainly understood his reasons, but he also needed to understand that he couldn’t close himself off from human companionship just because he was sick. I didn’t bring up the subject again until a few weeks later when he looked even more downtrodden than usual. I had asked him what was wrong, he had poured out his entire story of his father’s high expectations for him and how he was expected to take over the family business. He had seemed so broken and lost that day. I had actually worried myself sick about sending him home alone thinking that he may harm himself as depressed as he was. So, I became that pushy bastard I had promised myself not to become.

I had turned his IV drip all the way down so that it barely trickled into his veins. That bought me enough time until the last of the patients were treated and gone, and most of the staff had gone home as well. Jackson had just curled into himself and my heart shattered at the turmoil he was going through. I had excused myself and I grabbed my coat and my bag before disconnecting him from the equipment and making sure that his IV site was clean and redressed.

Jackson didn’t utter a word of protest as I pushed him into a cab and climbed in behind the man. I gave the driver address that was in his file and soon the cabbie had us pulling up to the steps of an elegant home. I had hauled him from the cab and up the stairs to his front door that was promptly opened by a concerned woman peering out at us. I explained who I was and she had rushed ahead of me and led me up the stairs and down the hall to an impressive master suite.

The woman had introduced herself me as Jackson’s housekeeper, Melba. I had asked her for his night clothes and for some privacy after she brought them to me. I left him seated on his toilet while I filled the ornate roman tub with warm water and by luck of chance, I found some lavender scented soap and poured it into the running warm water causing frothy bubbles to form. That’s when I heard it, a bubble of laughter that sound almost like the person was on the verge of hysteria.

“Fuck, I haven’t had someone draw me a bubble bath since I was six years old.”’ He chuckled before he burst out in tears. I quickly turned off the faucets and I gathered him into my arms and held him tight as he cried out all of that pent up emotions.

“Excuse me are you alright?” A deep rich baritone broke through my reminiscing and I blinked a few times to clear the vivid pictures of my past from my mind. I turned my head and looked up at the mountain of a man standing over me, and good Lord was he a tall muscular man. His eyes sparkled behind the lens of his glasses and the moonlight shone off the silver hair at his temples making them glow like the metal they resembled.

“Um…I am fine.” I managed to mumble and the man pointed to the spot on the sand next to me and silently asked permission to sit down. I looked at him for a minute wondering if he was some kind of serial killer or a crazy person roaming the beach at this time of the night. From what I could tell, he was dressed neatly, and he carried an air of refinement about him. He also smelt like a million bucks as I caught a whiff of his expensive cologne on the breeze that swept over my face.

What the hell, I nodded my head and the man smiled revealing a deep set of dimples, and I felt the twinge of attraction flutter through my veins, but I ruthlessly closed off that train of thought. I wasn’t ready and I was glad my mother had been on my side during lunch when everyone would have gladly tried to shove the good doctor next door in my face. She had sent their matchmaking hopes to high Hell when she had told them to leave my love life alone, I was a grieving widower and this intervention was for the sole purpose of making sure that I got the chance to grief without wallowing in self pity.

“I don’t mean to be nosy, but I saw you sitting here earlier when I left my house and now hours later I came back to see you still sitting here, and I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. The temperature has dropped a little out here.” He said and for the first time I noticed that it was just a little chilly out now and that I was shivering. “Here.” The man said as he wrapped a large beach towel around my shoulders.

“Thank you very much, I guess I just got lost in my thoughts. Let me introduce myself, My name is Luis Randall.” I stated as I held out my hand for him to shake.

His huge hand dwarfed mine as thick fingers wrapped around mine, but as big as his hands were, he gently shook my hand. “Nice to meet you Luis, if I may call you by your first name. My name is Stephen Giles.”

I gently pulled my hand away from his since it looked like he wasn’t going to let it go anytime soon, and I fought to hide the furious blush that was threatening to burn the skin off my face. The man was good looking and he was sending out interested vibes, but my heart wasn’t in it to go there at all anytime soon. So, I slowly pushed to my feet and the kind gentleman mirrored my actions and rose to his towering height as well.

I went to remove the towel but he stayed my actions by putting a warm hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t help the little tingles that skittered across my nerve endings. “No keep it, I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill if you haven’t already.”

“Thanks again, it would have been alright though since I am just going right up there to up my house.” I stated as I pointed towards my family’s home.

“Oh, well then you are my neighbor because I live right over there.” He pointed to the house sitting right next to mine. “Are you related to the Davidson’s then?” He asked as we slowly walked back towards the steps leading up to my home.

I smiled when it dawned on me that this must be the good doctor that Aunt Claire and Uncle Gerard had been going on about at lunch. “Actually I am the other Davidson offspring, Randall is my married name.” I informed him and waited for that typical light bulb moment when I usually say that same phrase to people and the fact that I am gay and married to another man dawns on them after a moment or two.

Sure enough his eyebrows went up and I watched his intense gaze fall to the platinum band I still had circling on my ring finger. “So you and your husband came down to enjoy this lovely weather?” He promptly asked and I felt my heart constrict for a moment before I looked away from him.

“It’s just me, my mother, and my sister. They sort of dragged me out here since my husband’s death and funeral a few weeks ago.” I whispered and I heard the quiet gasp from the man standing in front of me. “Please, please…Do not say I am so sorry for your loss. Let’s just leave it at that. Once again, thank you for the towel, I’ll make sure it gets back to you. Goodnight Stephen” I rushed in saying before turning and I quickly climbed up the stairs and onto the upper porch and scurried through the open glass doors and into my bedroom.

I dropped my ass onto the bed and my shoulders slumped in defeat. I just wanted to disappear. I wasn’t ready for any of this. The talking to and making polite conversation with other people. Talking about or even mentioning Jackson’s name in a conversation left me feeling like my heart is being squeezed by a vice grip.

Unwrapping myself from the towel, I couldn’t help but to bring the warm fluffy material up to my nose and inhale Stephen’s unique scent clung to the material. For some reason I found the smell of clean soap and sandalwood very comforting and I shifted on the bed until I was lying down. I kept the towel close to my face like a security blanket that helped to lull my troubled mind and let me have the chance to finally get some rest.

Chapter 4

Chapter

4

(Lounging on the beach )

Stephen…

I felt like a pervert, a depraved peeping Tom pervert getting up at the crack of dawn for last couple of days and camping out on my patio in hopes of catching a glimpse of the exquisite beauty next door. It’s been over a week since I ran across the little angel on the sands of the beach and the man had captured my whole focus the moment he turned those big dark eyes in my direction. I so desperately wanted to know what color they were. Were they a deep chocolate brown or were they an intense shimmering black?

From what I could make out in the moonlight, Luis had a head full of dark curls and my fingers had itched to brush those riotous ringlets out of his face and see if those tresses were as soft and silky as they appeared. Even the scruff of his beard had looked soft and I had spent a majority of my waking hours imagining what his stubble would feel like against my naked thighs as he knelt at my feet and serviced my aching cock, but that fantasy seemed like that’s all it was going to be.

There was a long sad story buried within that man, he had just lost his husband and it was plain as day on the man’s face that he had cared deeply for his spouse. I had to admit that my curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I shamelessly performed a search on the internet and Google had given me a multitude of information on Luis, specifically his affluent husband, Jackson Tyson Randall, Jr. an very wealthy business man and real estate tycoon struck down in prime of his life by lung cancer.

His husband, Luis Davidson Randall held a Master’s’ Degree in Nursing and was his husband’s primary caregiver who had faithfully remained at his side right up until the end. There were a lot of pictures of Jackson and his late father out and around town conducting business and attending charity galas and such. They had even attended one of the many Hospital Fundraising Galas, and I had tried my best to remember if I had met either one of the Randall men before, but I drew a blank. They were a few of Luis and Jackson together, the main one being their wedding photo and I could already tell that Jackson’s illness had already started to take a toll on his physical appearance. I felt so much respect for Luis, and even though the man didn’t want it, my heart was saddened for him as well.

As a medical doctor and a surgeon who performed reconstructive surgery on patients that have been severely disfigured by burns, I couldn’t even imagine the strength and fortitude it would takes to be the sole caregiver to a dying loved one, especially a spouse. To sit there and literally watch the life leaving them day after day. God, I shuddered at the mere thought of it, but Luis had done it, and he is still reeling from it. It was not the time nor the place to approach the sexy man seeking any kind of relationship other than friendship.

Luis’ husband had been a handsome man. Tall and striking, and from the earlier photos of him, he had almost the same mass of muscle and was powerfully built as I am. I’m not trying to be conceited about my appearance, but I know that I am above average in height and muscle mass. I have spent just as many hours taking care of my mind as well as my body in between studying medicine and perfecting my surgical techniques.

A flash of something on the beach caught my eye and brought me out of my thoughts, and God damn if my overly eager shaft didn’t wake up and take immediate notice of Luis in the morning sunshine. He and his sister were holding hands and she was literally dragged him across the sand and into the bubbling surf of the incoming waves. Her tinkling little laugh traveling on the wind to reach my ears. I continued to watch as an older but elegant woman came into view with Gerald, Claire’s husband following beside her carrying some cushions for the lounge chairs scattered on the sand.

I met the good man not long after I had moved in my house and he and his pleasant wife had recommend my current housekeeper, a local woman by the name of Kathryn. I was ever indebted to the lovely couple, because Kathryn has kept my house running like clockwork, even when I wasn’t in residence and the woman was an unbelievable cook.

Anytime I had the opportunity to return to my seaside haven after months of a juggling a hectic surgery schedule. I made sure to take the time to get back to this quaint seaside community and let the salty ocean air help me unwind, relax, and rejuvenate from the strain of dealing with my patient and families pain and suffering they have to go through in order to heal and move on with their lives after being burned. It was my chosen career and my home away from home helped me gain my peace of mind. I have only been called back to the city for an emergency surgical case once in the year I have owned my house here. Otherwise, the hospital was more than generous in allowing me my leave when it was time for me to take a much needed break.

I had to bite my tongue several times to prevent myself from asking Kathryn about the Davidson’s, especially a certain dark hair young man in particular seeing that the woman has lived in the area all of her life. She had mentioned the Davidson’s a time or two, when she had given me a little history about the Cove community. The exceptional woman had explained that the family next door were one of the very few original families that still returning to Breaker’s Cove, our small oceanfront community for years.

The other well to do families have long since sold the homes here and moved on to places like Martha’s Vineyard and the Hamptons to hobnob with the rich and famous, and there was nothing wrong with that. I for one was looking for peace and quiet, and place to prevent myself from burning out on my high stress job. I didn’t want to see and be seen and apparently neither did the remaining families who still vacationed here. This was private enough area and it was peaceful, and the locals were loyal to fault. You didn’t have to worry about your personal business hitting the newsstands or that it became fodder to fuel the rumor mill.

I continued to watch as the Davidson’s situated themselves for what looked like a morning on the beach. laire made an appearance and her husband retrieved the picnic baskets she was carrying and arranged them in the shade under one of the three umbrellas that were pitched to protect the family from direct sunlight.

“Why don’t you go down and introduce yourself and watch young Mr. Luis up close instead of that chair. I am sure the pattern of that seat is now imprinted on your ass.” Kathryn teased good naturedly as she set my breakfast tray on the low table next to my chair and handed me my giant mug of coffee.

“Why you sassy wench, get back to the kitchen where you belong.” As I dramatically shot my hand out and pointed towards the house. Kathryn just rolled her eyes at my poor attempt of old world humor before she turned and went back into the house to do work whatever magic she performs in my home with keeping it spotless.

Spearing a ripe juicy piece of cantaloupe off my tray, I popped it into my mouth and slowly chewed the fruit as I continued to sit there like a teenage girl dithering about if I should or shouldn’t go down to the beach and strike up a conversation with my closest neighbors. Usually, I would have marched down there a long time a go, but I had to tread lightly with this delicate situation. The level of attraction I already felt for that gorgeous man would make it hard for me to sit there and not make my interest known, but then again. Luis didn’t need my flirting with him right now. I could just go down and try to get to know the cutie a little better, and offer him my ear if he should ever need someone outside of his immediate family to talk to.

With my decision made, I scooped up my barely touched breakfast tray and hurried into my house. Once I made it to the kitchen, I handed the tray to Kathy and ignored the knowing smirk that curves her lips. I made a quick stop in my room going straight through to my en-suite bathroom and ran a brush through my hair, rinsed my mouth with mouthwash, and yes, I even spritzed myself with a bit of my favorite cologne.

I stopped right outside of my patio doors and closed my eyes to center myself and my thoughts for a minute. I was just going to say hello, not ask the man for his hand in marriage. I shook off my nerves and sauntered my way down to the beach. Luis was still bouncing in the waves with his sister and I kept my eyes firmly away from the tempting man. I did not need to pop wood in front of the man’s mother.

“Hey Dr. Giles, I was wondering when we would catch you out and about.” Claire exclaimed as she caught sight of me heading towards them and I wondered if Luis had mentioned our brief encounter early morning hours the other day.

“Hello Claire, you are looking as lovely as ever and hello Gerald.” I greeted the older couple first since I was already acquainted with them before turning my attention to the woman reclining on the opposite lounger from Claire’s.

“Aurora, let me introduce you to Dr. Stephen Giles. Stephen this is Aurora Davidson.” Claire had sat up and performed the necessary introductions.

“So lovely to meet you, won’t you please have a seat. Goodness you are a tall one.” Mrs. Davidson exclaimed as she sat up as well and waved me over to the empty lounger. “So Claire says that you work with burn victims.” She stated and I guessed opened the topic of conversation.

I had no problem discussing what I do for a living, letting people know the real story of what happens behind the scenes on the burn unit and in the operating room of the trauma Hospital where I’m on staff. Dealing with people and their distraught families whose entire life has come to a traumatic standstill being painfully disfigured by the excruciating kiss of flames is as real as you can get. The overwhelming emotions, the mental and physical strain the the human and mind and body goes through is nothing like you see on television. I spared them the gore and the gross factor but I kept my job description as real as I can.

“Oh my, the poor things. God bless you for all that you do, it most certainly can’t be the easiest of things to deal with on a daily basis. You know, you may want to speak with my son. He is a Nurse and he is now free to work if he choses to do so. Taking care of people has always been his calling and I am not sure if you know this already since the Cove is a small place, but Luis is taking sometime to come to terms with the recent death of his husband. I am sure that when his heart eases a little he will want to get a job.”

Just then the man in question splashed through the water and he headed towards the beach. I watched totally enraptured by the sight of the water on the slender cutie’s skin glistening like diamonds under the sun making him even more breath taking. The sparse smattering of body hair that covered his legs, chest, and that mouth watering treasure trail leading into his swim trunks was pressed against his sun kissed skin. His thick head of wayward curls was plastered to his skull and pulled back away from his face revealing those huge chocolate eyes. They were clearly visible even from this distance, and sweet mother of God, I couldn’t even remember my own name much or less the topic we were just discussing as my hungry gaze ate up the luscious view of the man walking towards us.

I just hoped and prayed I wasn’t sitting here with my mouth hanging open and drooling like an idiot at Luis’ utter perfection. “Lord, if you love me, please just grant me the strength to be whatever it is he needs until he ready to open his heart again.” I thought as I struggled to gather myself before he made it to our sitting area and further scattered what little functioning brain cells I had left just by being close. Good Lord, I had bad for this man already.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

(Sexy Luis all wet)

Ever since that day on the beach when my family met the delicious Doctor from next door, my loving mother and my caring sister made it a priority to invite the man to dinner almost every night for the past week. Not that I complaining, but oh what the hell…I am complaining. The whole purpose of this trip was for me to come to terms with the death of my best friend, for me to be surrounded by loved ones as I coped with Jackson’s recent death, but no, here I am trying to remember how to breathe whenever those slate gray eyes turned in my direction.

To my utter shame, I found myself completely enthralled by everything that this man does. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down when he takes a sip of water and wished that I could run my tongue over the strong column of his throat and lick it. I felt my cock twitch behind the zipper of my jeans when those luscious lips slipped over the prongs of his fork.

Fuck, if I didn’t find myself biting back a needy whimper when he smiled and showed off those even white teeth. Damn, surgeons won’t supposed to look like him. They were supposed to be pudgy bald middle aged men with pale skin from being the operating room all day everyday, and you are supposed to despise them because they usually have a God complex from cutting people open and holding a life in the hands.

The ones I have worked with have never looked like Dr. Stephen Giles, the man’s ability to make me feel the way I do whenever he is around made me feel like a fraud.These newly awaken feelings of attraction made me really see Jackson’s and I relationship for what it really was, a deep and loving friendship between two people. He was my best friend, and I was his and we had struck up a bargain to be each others confidant and companion and to forever take care of each other until his inevitable death claimed him. We got married and presented a united front as a happily married couple to everyone else.

An overwhelming wave of anxiety washed over me out of nowhere and I found myself having some difficulty breathing. I dropped my fork on my plate with a loud clatter that startled sitting at the table into silence. All eyes turned in my direction and I just shook my head as I shot up from the table, knocking my chair over in the process. I headed for the closest escape route and that was the patio doors leading to the beach. I heard my mother calling my name behind me and my sister telling her to let me have some space.

I came to a stop once I reached the warm sands some ways away from my house, and I bent at the waist and rested my hands on my knees willing my heart rate to slow down. I continued to drag the briny ocean air deep into my lungs and plopped my ass onto the sand, drawing my knees up to my chin, and I wrapped my arms around them.

When Jackson was alive, I had spent my every waking and even sleeping moment with him. I had promised him that I would never breathe a word of his real diagnosis to anyone. It was for his protection as well as mine. We got married and made it so that his money grubbing stepmother and half brother could not fight over his family’s assets.

Michelle was the trophy wife and twenty years younger than Randall Sr. when he married her. The woman had turned into a spitting viper after she secured herself by giving birth to Randall Sr. second son, Matthew. She had treated Jackson like he was shit and her son like he was a crowned prince when they were children. She had signed her walking papers though when Jackson had grown into his himself as a man and Randall Sr. began to decline in health. The woman had actually had the nerve to turn her greedy sights on Jackson and tried to seduce him.

Matthew had witnessed his mother drunk off her rocker trying to dry hump a struggling Jackson on the family room’s couch one night and ran off to tell his father. Randall Sr. had caught his wife fawning all over his son and the man had believed his first born child over his second wife and threw her out of the house that very night. The woman had screeched and had the gall to cry rape. She had tried to put the blame of her deplorable behavior on the young Jackson Jr.

When the woman realised that Randall Sr. had cut her off completely, she had attempted to blackmail her husband by threatening to go to the media with the bogus rape story. Randall Sr. had called her bluff offered her a one time multimillion dollar payoff, which she had accepted and countered with wanting sole custody of Matthew. The older Randall granted her wish and had her sign documents finalizing their agreement.

Michelle had spent months poisoning Matthew’s mind against his older brother and his father. He had always clung to her more than anyone else and he had readily believed her lies right up until present day. Matthew resented the very ground Jackson walked on and he felt like he was entitled to to more than hefty trust fund Randall Sr. had left for his second son.

The ex-Randalls were so busy looking for loopholes to Randall Sr. will and no doubt Jackson’s as well, that Michelle didn’t understand by signing that first agreement with Randall Sr. that she had sealed her fate with what she had already received will not be receiving a penny more from the Randall estate. Jackson’s will was iron tight and it named me as Jackson’s legal spouse and sole beneficiary to everything with an appointed and trusted team of attorneys to oversee the multiple businesses dealings and handle all the financial concerns with the final say always belonging to me. I wasn’t worried in the least about those two at all.

What was my main concern now was the fact that I wanted Stephen in a way I have never wanted anyone before. I was never attracted to anyone when Jackson was alive. I had devoted all of my time and energy to my best friend. I had willingly promised to take care of him and I would have willingly fulfilled my duty as his husband and slept with him, but Jackson had feared for my health and my safety and he refused to sleep with me no matter what I said. He had never relented on the subject of sex of any kind between us and we never consummated our marriage.

If I had to do it over again, I would. I know now how Jackson had felt not being able to share his secret with anyone. Having no one to talk to about it and not having a companion in his corner no matter what. I have never felt deprived of anything or that I was missing anything in our marriage. There was no one out there that could have held a candle to Jackson for my affections. He had been my sole focus in life and now I am faced with this man and the way he makes me come alive just by being in the same room with me. I mean, Jackson has been barely laid to rest and here I am lusting after another man like a horny teenager.

In my mind, I know that what Jackson and I had was a true bonded friendship and nothing else. I smiled with the memory of him trying to encourage me to go out and have some fun from time to time, to find a, “boo thing,” as he called it on the side to fuck me senseless every now and again. I had laughed in his face and refused to do any of those things.

Going out had meant that I would have to leave him in someone else’s hands for the time I spent away from him and giving someone else knowledge of what he wanted to keep as his private business. Also, by dating someone outside of our marriage it would have left an opening for other issues to possibly arise by a spurned lover wanting more than the occasional fuck I had to offer. It just wouldn’t be fair to all parties involved and I had no desire to do any of those things. Now though, my body was literally went up in flames every time I laid eyes on my sexy next door neighbor, and I felt like I was somehow demeaning the memory of my best friend.

Between the gentle waves lapping against the shoreline and being so totally caught up in my own head, I didn’t hear that someone was quietly approaching behind me, not until the person took a seat right beside me on the soft white sand.

“I don’t mean to be pushy or anything, I just wanted to come out here and make sure that you’re alright.” Stephen’s deep smooth baritone filtered across the space between us and it shivered over my skin like a physical caress

God, the little electrical shocks that were firing throughout my body made me want to get up and run away from this man. It was either that or tackle him until he was on his back in the sand and crawl all over that big muscular body like I was his second skin. “I’m fine.” I mumbled instead while keeping my burning face hidden in my arms.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt a big warm hand on my back, it began rubbing soothing circles between my shoulder blades but I was feeling everything but soothed. Stephen cleared his throat before he uttered. “I know it’s hard coping after someone you love passes away. It takes time to come to terms with the fact that the person is no longer here no matter how prepared you think you are for it. Sometimes talking about it will help make you feel better.” He cajoled and for some reason that statement pissed me off to no end.

I spun on him like a demon possessed and leaned right over and got right in his face. “Talk you say. Exactly what is there to talk about? What if I can’t talk about it? Then what? Do you have any platitudes about that situation…huh?” I yelled at him on the top of my lungs.

Stephan whipped his head back as if I had physically struck him. He stared at me wide eyed like I had lost my mind, and in that moment I think I did. I released a pained whimper and sprung to my feet and made a beeline for the water. Whipping my shirt over my head and I flung it towards the shore, and I blindly stomped into the surf until the water lapped just below my chest before I plunged in head first trying to clear my befuddled brain. Before I could even kick off into the weightlessness of the waves two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up until my upper body cleared the surface of the water and I was spun around to face a soaking wet Adonis.

Sweet Jesus, the man’s polo shirt was glued to his body and every ridge and every bulge of those mouth watering muscles were on full display for my starving eyes. I desperately tried to keep my gaze above his waist and I had no problem doing that because his smouldering steel gray gaze burned into mine with the precision of a laser.

“I won’t even try to tell you that I understood anything that you said up on the shore just now. I have no clue what you’re talking about. I was just offering you my ear. I was offering to be there for you as a friend if you needed someone outside of your family circle to talk to.” He exclaimed as he gave me a gentle shake, but that haze of insanity returned and once again triggered something deep within my psyche and I shrugged myself out of his arms.

“Let me tell you something dammit. I do not need another fucking friend in my life. I had years of being a just man’s friend. I had willingly volunteered to be his friend, but you, you are different and the way you make me feel. I don’t want you to be my friend. What I need is a man. A man that wants to love me, a man that can’t wait to get home at night just to see me. I want man to be so overcome with his desire for me that he will fuck me through every solid surface there is in our home. I need a man that can not only be my friend but my lover too.” I screeched as I threw my little fit and batted his big broad chest with my fists. I might as well have been hitting him with paper for all the effect that I was having on the big man.

The only warning I got was a deep rumbling growl before I was propelled forward and slammed against that wide chest. Thick fingers dived into my wet curls and my head was roughly pulled back. The next thing I knew firm lips were locked against mine and a thick tongue pierced my shocked mouth and entwined itself with my tongue. I was kissed within an inch of my life. All the bones in my body had liquefied to the consistency of jelly, and good God, I lost all my ability to think.

If anyone had asked where my little outburst had come from, I wouldn’t have been able to explain. All I knew at the moment was that the only thing that was keeping me from sinking into the ocean was this man’s arms around my slender body. I had climbed him like a tree and wrapped my legs around his waist as he ravished my mouth. He only tore his lips away from mine so that we could suck in as much oxygen as our depleted lungs needed.

“Look at me.” He growled and my eyes immediately obeyed and found his intense gaze. His pupils were blown wide open and burned black with his unbridled desire. “I was just trying to be there for you in any capacity that you would have allowed me to be, but don’t doubt that I don’t want you. Does this feel like I just want you to be my fucking friend.” The big man snapped a second or two before he thrust his hips forward and pushed the rock hard flesh of his impressive hard on up against my equally turgid shaft.

I had no words, but my mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as I blinked up at the man like a stupefied owl.

“I thought so.” Stephan once again growled. His voice had gone husky with his arousal and he spun us around and marched us up onto the damp sand. There was only three things my lust addled brain was registering at the moment, and the first was the fact that he sat down in the sand and arranged me over his lap so that I was straddling him, and while he grazed those luscious lips of his over the sensitive skin if my throat, I tried to remember how the hell we gotten to this point and what the fuck is my God damned name?

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

(Stephen’s Operating Room)

Stephen…

My eyes popped open to both my cellphone and the house phone simultaneously ringing. Groaning, I rolled over and blinked until my vision cleared enough for me to read the digital numbers on the bedside clock, 2:37 a.m. in the morning.

“Hello.” I croaked into the mouthpiece of my cell phone.

“Um… Dr. Giles, I am sorry to disturb on your vacation and at this time of the morning. But there was a severe residential fire earlier this evening and several people were injured in the incident. Dr. Pope and Dr. Carlisle have treated a majority of them, but the chief of staff is specifically requesting your services for the last patient. A sixteen year old girl that sustained third degree burns over sixty percent of her body.” Cecelia, the medical staff secretary explained and I instantly wide awake and getting out of bed. This patient must be either at death’s door or related to someone extremely important for administration to be contacting at this time of the morning.

“Send me all the details and everything she has underwent in her treatment up until this point. I will be there hopefully with the next three to four hours.” I stated as I started hunting through my closet for something to wear.

“Dr. Giles, I have been informed by the family of the teenager that they are more than willing to send their private helicopter for you. Dr. Moore said if you are okay with it then he is okay with it. The pilot will need the closest point of reference in order to land without disturbing any landscape and residence of your community.” She sheepishly expressed and my eyebrows shot up to my hairline.

“Do I need to know the identity of this young lady before I open her treatment file, Cecelia.” I asked not because I would treat my patient any differently than all my other patients. I just need to be prepared and know what I am dealing with so I don’t walk into the situation completely blind.

“Let’s see, Ms. Kara Milano is the only daughter of the famous world renowned Italian Chef, Rafael Milano, owner of several five star bistros and restaurants across the country duly named after him. Her uncles are major benefactors to the Hospital and to your burn unit. They are multimillionaires Ellis Carrington and his husband Timothy Carrington. Dr. Moore himself is Kara’s attending physician and Dr. Carlisle has been rendering treatment to the young lady so far, but Dr. Moore wants the best called in on her case as a courtesy to the family, and Dr. Carlisle has even asked for you to be called as well. The details of the fire in their residence is detailed in her History and Physical report I am sending to you now.” She revealed and I vaguely recollected meeting the Carrington’s from one of charity balls, a very attractive and formidable power couple indeed.

“Okay Cecelia, the closest helipad that I can think of is located at the local medical center here. It’s called Breaker’s Cove Medical Center. I guess you know what to do in regards to getting their permission to land and all that. I’ll be there within the next half hour, please text me with whatever instructions I’ll need to get onto this helicopter.” I said before I disconnected the call, dropped the phone on the bed, and pulled my sweater over my head.

I shoved my feet into my deck shoes and I collected my wallet, my keys, and my cell phone and headed for my study. I picked up my medical bag and my laptop case and then I stopped in my tracks. Fuck, after spending almost half the evening yesterday cuddling on the beach with Luis, I had promised to take him to breakfast at one of the seafront diners this morning. Crap, I don’t even have his cell phone number to leave him a message or anything. I tapped my fingers against the case of my iPad and contemplated how I was going to get a message to him just as Kathryn poked her head through the door.

“Is everything alright?” She asked, her concern was plainly written on her face and I could have kissed the woman I was so happy that she was awake at this ungodly time of the morning.

“I’ve been called in on a case at the hospital and I am going to have to leave soon but I need to ask you a really big favor.” I batted my eyelashes at her and she just smirked at me before fully stepping into the room. She was snugly wrapped up in a floral print terry cloth robe with matching slippers.

Spinning in my heels, I walked around my desk and took a seat in my leather wing chair. I quickly scribbled a note to my little cutie and apologized for leaving so suddenly. I wrote down my cell phone number before slipping the parchment into an envelope and handing it to Kathryn. “Please can you make sure that Luis next door receives this first thing in the morning.?”

Kathryn winked at me and tucked the note into her robe pocket. “Sure thing, Doc. I will go a visitin’ at first light.”

I smothered my smile at her cheekiness and thanked her with a kiss to the cheek. She wished me luck and a speedy recovery to my patient before I sprinted out the front door tapping away on my tablet to access my patient’s information. The little hospital was a little under two blocks away and I decided to walk rather than drive over. My mind immediately switched off to everything but the clinical details of my patients case. By the time I reached the hospital, there was a security guard waiting for me. After checking my identification he led me upstairs to a glass enclosed waiting area.

Soon enough the whoop, whooping sound of powerful helicopter blades could be heard and I barely spared the time to look up from the information on my tablet to acknowledge that the machine landed smoothly on the rooftop. I was escorted outside and promptly seated and strapped in. Take off was just as graceful as the landing. Soon we were on our way to see what I can do for young Ms. Kara Milano.

Luis…

There was a slight sound of someone tapping on my bedroom door and I looked down at myself to make sure that all my boy bits were properly covered before I hollered for whoever it was to come in. I watched as my sister opened the door before entering the room. Dani practically skipped her way across the carpet.

“Kathryn, the housekeeper of your hunky doctor from next door brought this for you.” She said as she flopped down next to my hip and waved the little envelope in my face.

I went to take it from her but she would just teasingly flutter the thing just out of my reach. She squawked when I suddenly sat up, lunged forward, and successfully grabbed the envelope out of her surprised clutches. I went to open the envelope but I stopped, and looked pointedly at her hoping she would get the message to get a move on and give me some privacy.

Of course, my sister chose to be obtuse and looked expectantly from the envelope to me and then back to the envelope. “Well are you going to read it?” She finally snapped when I just sat there with the note in my hands.

“Well, can I have some privacy?” I retorted and she huffed, rolled her eyes at me and then she stomped out of the room. My bedroom door closed with a sharp click behind her and I impatiently ripped into the elegant parchment.

Stephen apologized for not being able to make it to our breakfast date this morning. He was called away on a severe burn case. He promised to make it up to me if I will give him the chance to do so, and he left his phone number at the end of the sweet little note.

I found myself grinning like a lovestruck moron, but I couldn’t help it. I had spent half the night tossing and turning to the memory of his lips against mine, and the hardness of his awesome body pressed against mine. The feelings he created within me were sublime. My body tingled all over again like he was right here touching me as he did last night. God, if he has pushed the issue I would have easily rolled over and let him have me right there in the sand under the stars.

Closing my eyes, I waited for the feeling of shame and betrayal to Jackson’s memory wash over me. But those immediate and intense feelings didn’t make an appearance and I sat there feeling dumbfounded instead. I didn’t know whether to be alarmed or relieved. I jumped out of the bed and snatched my wallet from the surface of the armoire and opened it. I pulled out the picture I always kept in there of jackson and I on our wedding day.

Removing the picture from my wallet, I folded the leather and put it back on the armoire. I slowly made my way back to my bed and I sat on the edge and studied the smiling faces looking back at me from the glossy paper.

“I miss you my friend.” I whispered to the man in the photo. “Jackson, I am lost and I don’t know what to do. You always told me to move on, to live and be happy after you are gone. But how do I do that? Did my wires get crossed along the way somewhere and my feelings for you turned deeper than those of a friend?

“I met someone, but I guess if you are up there and watching out for me like you promised, then you already know all of that. Am I wrong to start something with someone so soon after you are gone?” I rubbed my finger over the image Jackson’s brilliant smile.

“I know this may sound stupid Jackie, but I need your help here. I can’t take this constant level of turmoil and I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feeling or get my heartbroken all over again. If you are up there somewhere looking down on me right now, give some a sign. Do something to show me what to do about Stephen.” I looked to the sky outside my wide open patio doors as I pleaded with my one person who had known me better than I knew myself.

Sitting as still as possible, I quietly waited for a little bit to see if anything was going to happen. After another minute or so, my shoulders slumped with disappointment. I got up from my perch at the end of the bed to replace the photo when a gust of wind swirled around the room and flipped my hair out of my face much like Jackson’s fingers used to do when I would sit with him and read him the morning paper.

The twirling air disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. Something brushed against my toes and I looked down to see what it was, and a smile spread across my face as I picked up the note with Stephen’s phone number on it. I had tucked it under the lamp so I knew it wouldn’t have gotten there without some divine assistance. I looked out to the bright blue sky and I blew a kiss to the heavens. “Thank you Jackie, I love you.” I thought and then I went to search for my cell phone. My heart felt a little lighter knowing in which direction that Jackson would have wanted me to travel.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

(Doctor’s sleep room)

Stephen…

After checking Kara’s vital signs once more, I made sure that she was sedated properly and positioned correctly on her uninjured side so that her first rounds of skin and deep wound debridement were touched by nothing but the sterile dressings I placed over them. Poor Kara was in for a painful recovery and several surgeries in her future. I quietly informed the recovery room nurse taking care of Kara exactly how I wanted my patient’s dressing changes to be dealt with and the goal body temperature where I want her to be. I double checked the infusion of her intravenous antibiotics, and made sure her breathing machine and paralytic meds were doing their job.

I was exhausted, completely and utterly drained after spending the last seven hours meticulously removing the waxen, leathered skin from the left side of Kara’s body. All the way from her left shoulder, down her left arm, her side, and from her hip to mid thigh. The poor girl was cornered in the blazing kitchen before a firefighter had smashed the breakfast nook windows in order to get to her. Her hair on her left side of her head was singed and will need to eventually be be cut, but not anytime soon. I refused for my patient to get an infection due to a hair fragment embedding itself in the raw flesh.

Eyeballing everything one last time before I gave the nurse a polite smile and made my way out of the sterile area. I stripped the mask away from my face and pulled the protective gown off. My gloves followed as I peeled them off and tossed everything in the waste basket. I made my way of to the stainless steel sink and washed my hands. I had one more task to see to, and that was talking to the family.

Fortunately for the teenager, her burns were nowhere near her gorgeous face, but still, for a sixteen year old girl, the scars that were going to form on her body were going to be real enough for her, hopefully her father will give me the chance to continue to be involved in her future surgeries to see if I can restore her skin to it’s former elegance, or at least try my best to make her as normal as possible.

I went to my locker and pulled out my lab coat, I shrugged the starched jacket over my tired shoulders and I slipped my cell phone and my pager in the pocket. My wallet can remain in the back pocket of my slacks, I was the only one with the combination to my locker. I was too tired to drive to my condo, so after speaking with the family, I was just going to crash in one of the sleep rooms. That way I can be close if Kara needed me through the remainder of the night. Patients who received such a shock to the system from burns can crash in the blink of an eye.

I scrubbed a tired hand over my face and made my way down the frigid hallway towards the family lounge. The walls went from the sterile baby blue to a cheerful peach with huge floral murals that were all the rage in professional buildings at the moment. It wasn’t exactly rocket science to immediately locate out Kara’s family members out of the several people huddled in the surgical wing waiting room as they desperately awaited news about their loved ones enclosed behind the Operating Room doors.

A slender beautiful blonde man with long flowing locks that could rival any womans instantly jumped to his feet when he saw me. He quickly covered the space across the tiled floor to meet me halfway into the room. He was immediately followed by one huge dark haired man who looked like he was about to fall over at any minute, and another less stocky but equally impressive looking gentleman. I recognized the Carrington couple, so the big man had to be Kara’s father.

“Kara Milano’s Family, correct?” I asked just to make sure although I already knew these people where my patient’s family, but seeing how I was going to share her medical information with them, I was legally responsible to make sure I was speaking to the correct people.

All three heads anxiously bobbed, “yes,” at me and I gave them a brief smile before I launched into my explanation of the surgery I performed on Kara and why. I explained to them about what my expectations were in her recovery and all about the medicines and future treatments and possible surgeries that she was going to need.

They soaked up everything I told them and I also informed them that I have placed her in a part of the recovery room designated for patients that should not and will not be exposed to direct air. I wanted her in a specialized isolation environment where the very oxygen surrounding her will aide the traumatized flesh in the healing process. They can go into the outer room and see her, but for now and until she was placed up in the burn unit, they will not be able to go into the room and touch her, or talk to her.

Mr. Milano almost broke down in tears as he grabbed me up into a hefty embrace and swung me from side to side like I was a rag doll. Which was no easy feat seeing that I was not small by any means. The big man profusely thanked me the whole time he was rattling my spine out of place. I didn’t try to pull away though, because to be honest, he actually cracked some of the kinks out of my aching back and I almost sighed with relief as I felt the previously restricted blood flow course into my tired lower limbs.

After answering a few more of their questions, I led them to the viewing room outside Kara’s recovery room so that they could see her for the first time since I had taken her into the O.R. I explained everything they were seeing, from her bandages covering the entire left side of her body to the ventilator that was protecting her airway while I gave her powerful drugs to keep her from moving around and another to keep her pain free.

I politely waited to see of they had anything else they wanted to say or ask me, and when they didn’t indicate that they did. I excused myself after letting them know that I was going to be around to check on her in a few hours, if they needed me before then, they can tell any of the nurses to page me. I gave them one last tired smile before casually walking away. I really wanted to find the nearest flat surface and face plant until my body didn’t feel like it weighed a ton and that I was dragging it underwater.

The lock on the sleep room door clicked softly into place as I closed the door behind me. I immediately kicked off my clogs and peeled my jacket off my shoulders. I searched the pockets for my pager and my phone and I placed them on the single nightstand in the small but quiet room, and then I pulled the hospital industrially washed sheets back and did what I have been dreaming about for the last few hours.

I dropped myself onto the bouncy mattress face first and groaned out loud as I felt my muscles unclench and relax one by one until I was the consistency of jello. It felt so good to be lying down after expending so much mental and physical energy it required to focus on the delicate task of making sure all of young Miss Kara’s wounds were clean and prepped properly to promote healthy healing.

I was halfway between twilight and REM sleep when my cell phone vibrated across the table top and the message light began flashing. I was so tempted to ignore the damn thing and go back to sleep, but I couldn’t just in case it was one of the nurses looking for me, needing something for my patients.

Groaning long and hard, I rolled over and flung my arm out until my questing fingers landed on the offending device and picked up. I swiped a finger across the screen to see that I got a text message from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened the message and a slow smile spread across my face as I read the cute little note Luis sent me in response to the message I left him early in the wee hours of the morning.

“Are you busy?” I quickly shot off the text and then rested the device on my chest and waited for his reply.

Less than a minute later my phone buzzed again and I immediately snatched it up like an overeager teenager with a crush.

“I should be the one asking you that question? Lol. How are you?” His text read.

“Tired, but not too tired to talk to you. Can I call you or are you dutifully surrounded by your family?” I replied back.

I scooted over into the middle of the narrow bed and piled the pillows behind my head so that I wasn’t lying flat on my back. I eyes felt droopy and my body warmed, especially now that I was communicating with Luis. I had hoped that the little beauty didn’t feel abandoned or neglected when I had to hurry away this morning and cancelling our morning plans on him.

My phone vibrated again, but instead of an incoming text message, it was an incoming call. “Hello.” I answered.

“Oh gosh, your voice sounds even deeper on the phone.” Luis’ sweet little voice filtered into my ear and I felt a smile spread across my face and my cock twitched in appreciation under my scrubs.

“Do you like the sound of my voice sweetness?” I purred into the phone deliberately letting my voice drop another octave as I teased the little cutie. I was more than pleased to hear a choked little squeak from the other end of our open connection.

“You are being naughty on purpose.” Luis reprimanded me and the smile on my face got even wider.

“Okay, okay I promise I’ll behave. Seriously, I’m sorry about bowing out of our plans like that, and I am sorry to tell you that I wanted to return to the beach after I saw this patient, but due to the severity of her injuries, I am going to have to stay in the city.”

I could hear rustling on the line before Luis replied. “That’s alright and I understand, you are a doctor and your patients do come first. I hope your patient makes a speedy recovery. I am going to spend another week or so out here, there are some things I am having changed around in my house and I want them finished before I return.”

Luis released a huge sigh and I waited to second to see he was going to say anything else. “Um…I guess when I get back to the city we can make plans or something if you are free.” he said and I could practically taste his uncertainty. My grin quickly eased off my face. No, this gorgeous man needed to be absolutely sure of my interest him.

“Baby, I would take whatever time you spared for me like the gift that it is. I will make myself available for you no matter what I have to do to achieve it.” I whispered and I heard his quick little surprised intake of breath.

“Well…Huh…I think you just fried my brain cells. Gosh, I don’t know how to respond to that, so I am going to tell you to text me after you get some rest and go splash some water on my overheated face.” He mumbled and just like that my goofy smile was back on my face.

I wished him a good day and we simultaneously disconnected the call. I felt ten times better now that I had the opportunity to talk to him after my mad dash away from the seaside this morning. I picked up my phone again and saved Luis’ number into my contacts before I forgot, and then I turned the ringer on and set the alarm to give myself a two hour nap. I had to check on Kara before the attempted to move her upstairs. I barely managed to put the phone on the bedside table before my head sank into the pillow and I dropped off into an exhausted slumber.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Stephen’s office reception desk)

Luis…

One week and three days of texting and periodic phone calls in between Stephen’s extremely hectic schedule and my return trip back to the city, and I couldn’t wait to see him again. I knew that burn patients are extremely fragile patients, and I had to say that the level of dedication Stephen gives to each and every one his patients endeared the man to me even more.

That’s how I’ve come to find myself standing on the sidewalk in front of the main entrance to Doctor’s Medical Center. The city’s largest hospital and trauma facility, and  also last place I thought I’d ever voluntarily to come back to anytime so soon after Jackson’s lengthy stay here in the private wing before I took him home where he wanted to be.

I felt kind of stupid fidgeting in front of the treatment center’s massive sliding glass doors. I  shifted from one foot to the other while holding a picnic basket in my hands. It was procrastination at it’s best. The sidewalk pedestrians started giving me funny looks as they passed me by. So, I took a deep breath to fortify my barely there courage and I took the steps necessary to my way through those doors.

I was immediately assaulted by the cooler atmosphere in the main lobby. I walked up to the visitor’s desk and pulled my  driver’s license out of my pocket and handed over to the bored looking security guard sitting behind the desk. I told him what floor I was going to and I waited for him to do his thing on the computer in front of him. The quietly piped music was the same as the last time I was here. My gaze swept over the pristine lobby and the medical staff and visitors alike mingled around the occupied the area, and browsed the gift shops. I checked my watch just to make sure I was going to be right on time to catch Stephen when he had some free time in between his patient rounds.

A friend of mine who I went to nursing school with worked here in hospital. Aubry was a Critical Care Nurse until he was promoted to Nurse Manager of one of the cardiac floors. We were still good friends even if we chose different paths in our careers. After graduation,  I went to work for a private outpatient medical center. The patients I took care of were usually wealthy and sometimes famous. They wanted someplace where their medical needs were taken care of  in private. A five star medical facility that guaranteed their anonymity. Aubry chose work at public hospital patient’s bedside, and it worked out for him.

My shy little friend had met his delicious husband while working in the Intensive Care Unit. Aubry told me that his husband, Dr. Brad Malone was actually good friends with Stephen outside of work, and that they were great colleagues on the job as well seeing that they were both Directors of their designated areas of specialty.

Aubry had asked his husband to get me the information I needed in regards to Stephen’s  daily routine. I wanted to surprise Stephen with lunch and even if he was too busy to spend some time out for me, then just getting the chance to look at him after missing him this past week would be enough for me, and that thought both thrilled and scared me to death at the same time.

I’ve been see sawing between worrying and wondering if I was rushing head first into something I wasn’t ready for, and then I would remember the way I feel when Stephen holds me in those big strong arms, and the variety of pulse pounding emotions that assailed me knowing that the man desires me and wants only me. It was enough to make me forget about all my worries even if it’s only for a little while.

The elevator doors swooshed open and a crowd of people got out of the car and I rushed into the lift with the influx of new passengers going to the various parts of the facility upstairs. I really hoped that Aubrey’s information was correct and that Stephen was a creature of habit. The closer I got to his floor was the sweatier my palms became and I really had to tighten my grip on the handles of the basket.  I distracted myself with mentally cataloging the contents of our carefully prepared lunch.

During one of our nocturnal conversations on the beach, Stephen and I had discussed several different topics and one of them was about our favorite foods. I kicked our chef out of the kitchen and used the time it took me to prepare our lunch to distract myself from looking into Jackson’s old bedroom to see what the final remodeling results looked like. I wasn’t ready yet to see and feel the emptiness of Jackson’s space. So I busied myself and prepared a hearty chicken vegetable soup with extra thick roast chicken salad on crusty baguettes. I added fresh sliced fruit, sweet iced tea, and freshly baked oatmeal raisin cookies to the fare and packed everything up for transport.

The elevator dinged and I was brought out of my head, this was my stop and I stepped out when the doors slid open. I crossed the almost deserted hallway and peered at the information plaque mounted on the wall. I located Stephen’s name and pointed my feet in the direction of where his office is supposed to be. I made it to the door soon enough and I smiled seeing his name and professional title boldly displayed in big black block letters across the surface of the frosted glass. I wasn’t sure if the door was unlocked or what I should do, so I knocked and then I turned the handle, the portal opened and stuck my head inside.

“May I help you?” The stern but feminine voice fired off from the unsmiling petite woman sitting a small circular reception desk inside the surprisingly large room.

I stepped a little further into the room and let the door close behind me as I approached the woman. “Um…I am here to see Dr. Giles.”

The woman pinned me with her laser sharp gaze. “Do you have an appointment, is this about a family….”

“Luis baby…What are you doing here? I thought you were still at the beach house.” Stephen’s deep rich baritone interrupted the rest of the dragon lady’s question and shivered down my spine. I turned around to see him coming down the hall on the opposite side of the office’s reception area, and my cock immediately pulsed to life behind the zipper of my slacks.

I couldn’t help the beaming smile that curved my lips at the sight of his handsome face and the beautiful smile on that let me know that he was just as happy to see me too. “I thought I’d surprise you with lunch.” I replied as I held up the picnic basket for him to see. “I hope I am not interrupting anything, if you are busy. I leave it and we can talk later.”

“No, no, sweetness.  I’m actually in between rounds right now and I’m happy you’re here.” He said as he reached my side. Stephen placed one of those meaty hands on my lower back. I knew I was blushing like an infatuated teenager in the presence of her crush, but the sight of this man in his surgical greens and his lab coat was this little gay boy’s dream. Oh swoon , the thin material of those scrubs left nothing to the imagination. They were loose, but not loose enough to hide the fact that there was a beautifully sculpted physique under there.

“This lovely woman here is my Nurse Practitioner, Rosetta Malcolm, but we all call her Rosie. And Rosie this is Luis Randall…,” he turned his head and captured my gaze with his intensely shimmering one, “…My boyfriend.” He finished his last sentence and my face went thermonuclear. My heart fluttered away in my chest as the woman clapped her hands together and literally sprinted around the desk. She went from glacially guarded to welcoming almost on the same breath. For such a small little thing she was really strong as she pulled me into a firm hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you luis, and I’m  sorry about the chilly greeting earlier. I knew for a fact that Dr. G. here didn’t have any afternoon consultations or family meetings scheduled today, so when you showed up unannounced I was getting ready  to kick you out on your ear.” She chuckled and I had to admit that she’s a really beautiful woman, her skin was a flawless and her  cafe au lait complexion just glowed under the fluorescent lights. Then something struck a chord in my memory.

“Oh Gosh, you are my friend’s Aubry’s Rosie aren’t you?” I said and she vigorously nodded her head and gave another one of her bone crushing hugs.

“Yep, that’s me, it’s such a small world. I can’t wait to tell him I met you.” She knowingly winked at me. “ Well you boys go have lunch and I hold down the fort. It’s about time you find someone more interesting than spending hours hunched over in the OR room, and Luis here is so pretty, good for you Dr. G.“ Rosie exclaimed and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at Stephen’s expression, even the tips of his ears were bright red. Me on the other hand, I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. I was still trying to deal with the term boyfriend. I wasn’t opposed to it and again my emotions were flipping between euphoria and apprehension.

Was I ready to devote my time and my life exclusively to another man so soon, or should I just  stress the fact to him that I needed to keep things casual? Regardless, I loved the tingly feeling that came with being claimed by this gorgeous man, but I was slightly uncomfortable that he didn’t ask how I felt about it before me made the status of our relationship public.

Stephen closed the door behind us after leading me into his private office. “Don’t overthink what I said out there to death, Luis. In my mind you are already mine. You are not leading me on, or am I  somehow disillusioned about what we mean to each other so far. I’m just letting you know that I am here, that I am not going anywhere, and that my intentions are steering me towards becoming your man.” The delicious doctor stated point blank as he took the basket from my slack fingers and placed it on his desk. He turned back to me and with those smoldering eyes locked onto mine he used his big body to back me up against the wall opposite his desk.

Words defeated me, my brain shut down to everything around me and focused solely on the press of Stephen’s  hard luscious body against mine. My cock throbbed with it’s own heartbeat between my trembling thighs, and fuck if  my knees didn’t start wobbling as he closed in and pinned my wrist against the wall above my head. I couldn’t help the little whimper of delight that escaped my throat when those perfect lips  slanted over mine and claimed me like a coveted  prize. Oh God, he tasted like the sweetest ambrosia.

Any other thoughts that I had rumbling around in my head before this man’s tongue expertly slipped past the seam of my lips and delved deep into my mouth flew right out of my head, and I turned into one big vortex that needed suck in all the energy around me. I set my sights on all that controlled power steeping off this alpha male in front of me like a potent aphrodisiac. I was completely taken under his spell.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Stephen…

(Sexy little Luis)

For the first time if ever, I was looking forward for my day to come to an end. Usually, I would hang back long after my shift was over and take the time to talk to the families of my patients. Time I didn’t normally have to give them when I am in surgery or making rounds during the day. I liked to show them that I cared about their concerns and I make it a priority to answer their questions during that down time.

Tonight was different though, I was more than ready to leave. Why do you ask? It’s because I have a date with a gorgeous brunette with soulful eyes. A sexy little cutie that had me walking around all day everyday since I met him with a perpetual hard on. The things I had to think about in order to control my over eager cock made my entire body shudder, but at least the unattractive thoughts had worked. My swollen shaft had finally deflated, and I was able to walk these sterile hallways without embarrassing myself.

Thoughts of granny panties and wrinkly va-jay-jays still weren’t enough to completely help me keep my libido in check when just the thought of him was enough to have me springing wood faster than a hormonal teenager. The memory of how soft Luis’ luscious pink lips felt as they yielded under my demanding ones, or those sexy little noises  purring like a contented kitten when he settles himself under my chin. I felt that tell tale tingle behind my balls  and, “fuck!” I muttered under my breath when I leaned away from the counter to look down at myself. Sure enough the front of my scrubs were tented like a circus’ big top.

I discreetly ran my hand over my rigid member and willed junior to behave himself.  At least  I was standing behind the high countertop of the Nurses’ Station, so anyone looking my way wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway. I slashed my signature on my last patient’s progress note for the night. Little Kara was coming along beautifully, soon she would be ready for the next phase of her treatment and her father finally stopped looking like he was going to have a coronary at any given moment. God only knows that I didn’t relish having that big man pass out on me. It would be Hell for the nursing staff to get all that muscle up off the floor and onto a gurney.

Handing the secretary my patient’s chart, I wished her a goodnight and informed her that Dr. Carlisle was on call for me until tomorrow morning. My staff already knew that if there was a life or death emergency concerning any of my patients, then they were to call me directly at my home or on my cell phone. Otherwise, whomever was covering for me handles anything that may crop up until eight o’clock  the following morning.

I walked towards the exit and I waited impatiently for the pressurized doors to the burn unit to do it’s whole routine of exchanging pure oxygen to room air so that I can safely exit the sterilized area. I just needed make a detour and pick up my things from my locker in the OR employee’s room, and then I was free.

I mentally checked off the things that I had planned for my sweet little boyfriend this evening. I can only hope that he’ll have a good time and enjoy the evening. I had no plans to take him to bed tonight, not if he isn’t ready. But to be honest, I wouldn’t mind it all if I was lucky enough for him to allow me that kind of intimacy and trust not with only his body, but his heart and his mind as well.

In record time I made it home, showered, dressed and double checked our reservations at quiet little Greek taverna, and friday evenings there were simply perfect for a quiet dinner for two. Luis should be arriving any minute now, I had offered to pick him up for our night out but he wanted us to enjoy our evening together without any outside distractions. Hence his car and driver. I allowed it because I’m game for whatever he needs to make him feel comfortable, but something told me my little minx had something up his sleeves. He may look like an angel but underneath all that sweetness, I kept encountering his very passionate and a very sensual little devil.

The peel of my doorbell jingled throughout my house and I ran my fingers through my hair one last time before going to answer its summons. I got to the front door and I did a quick once over  of myself to make sure that everything was in place before I opened the door with a smile on my face that promptly slipped off when my took in Luis’s appearance.

“Hi.” He simply stated. His hands were shoved in his pockets and graced me with one of his sweet smiles.

I was still busy trying not drool all over the front of my dress shirt while willing my brain to start functioning to answer him right away. “My God, he is so gorgeous.” I thought as my eyes traveled from the top of his tousled head to the tips of his designer Italian shoes. Luis was wearing form fitting dark gray slacks, a light blue button up shirt and a gray and blue sweater that also hugged his slender physique in just the right way. I mentally slapped myself and managed to return his smile. “Hey baby, come on in.” I swung the door wide open and stepped back to allow him to enter the foyer.

He passed by me leaving a tantalizing trail of clean man and expensive cologne.Damn, I felt my saliva pool in my mouth once again. I closed and locked the door and gestured for him to make his way into the living room. I spent so little time here, I think my housekeeper spent more time in my home than I did, but it was clean and it was mine. We came to a stop in the middle of the living room and Luis head turned from side to side as he surveyed the room.

He turned that beautiful dark gaze on me. “You don’t spend much time at home. Everything still looks so pristine. It’s either that or you got a major case of  OCD.” He chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile at his lightheartedness. A few weeks ago he was almost catatonic and on the verge of depression. I could only hope that I was a part of his new found happiness.In order not to grab him up and molest him in the most pleasurable ways possible, I decided to play the polite host instead. “You could say a bit of both.  I do spend more time in the OR than I do at home sometimes and yes, I like things a certain way. I am usually too busy or I have to be able to move quickly if I am called in to help someone who has been severely burned. I don’t have the time to be looking for what I need because of untidiness, so having things in their proper place saves me time all around.”

“That makes sense.” He said as he sauntered over to the floor to ceiling windows leading out onto the balcony overlooking the city. I had pulled back the shutters earlier in the evening before his arrival. Now that the sun has set, the twinkling lights of the city were on full display. The panoramic views of the city and surrounding area was one of the things that persuaded me to buy this particular condo.

“Would you like a drink before we go? We still have plenty of time to make our dinner reservations. I hope you like Grecian food.” I said as I headed over to the bar on the other side of the room.

I slipped behind the counter and watched as he made his way over to me. His slender hips were hypnotic as he walked, the way they swayed made me weak in the knees.

“A glass of wine would be nice, white if you have it.” Luis responded as he perched on a stool. Something about the way his gaze raked over my body made the action feel like a physical caress.

In my mind I was patting myself on the back for keeping a steady hand as I opened the wine and poured it into the chilled glass.I felt anything but steady with how much I wanted him, and they way he was looking at me didn’t make controlling myself any easier. I poured a very healthy amount of wine for myself, picked up both glasses, and carried them around to the other side of the bar. I handed him a glass before sitting down on the bar stool right beside him. Those perfect pink lips puckered as he took a sip of the chilled beverage and my cock jerked to life behind my zipper. Fucking Hell, now was not the time to get a raging hard on. We haven’t even left the house yet.

Sitting there lost in a haze of blinding lust and I was so busy conjuring up images of those floral full body plus size panties as I tried desperately to get my wayward shaft to behave that I didn’t notice until it was too late for me to respond any other way than I did to the temptation that was Luis. The sexy little vixen had placed his glass on  the gleaming surface of the bar, slipped of his chair, and wiggled those lethal hips in between my parted thighs. We were chest to chest and hard groin to hard groin. He wrapped his arms around my neck and cuddled even closer into my chest.

“I was hoping that we could stay in tonight. If that is alright with you.” He whispered in my ear before he grabbed the fleshy lobe in between his teeth. He sucked on the soft bit of flesh before letting it drag through his teeth and then he let it go in favor for peppering my jaw with wet little kisses until he reached my lips and he leaned forward and kissed me. He dragged my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on the delicate skin  before releasing it with another slow and sensuous lick. My vision blurred and my shaft pulsed and throbbed with every beat of my now pounding heart, and with his one last inviting caress, the hold over my iron tight control snapped.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Luis…

(The Delicious Doctor)

One minute, I was sucking on Stephen’s delicious bottom lip, trying my best to cajole the big man that it’ll be more interesting to stay in rather than go out to dinner, and the next minute, I found myself pinned against the back of the barstool with two hundred plus pounds of aroused male wedged firmly in between my trembling thighs. One of Stephen’s fist was tangled in my curls and his grip held my head back and the other hand was resting on the back of the barstool. I had no choice but to look the man in his face as those  smoldering blue-gray eyes raked over my features.

The heated intensity of his gaze paired with the feel of his impressive member aligning itself right against my leaking shaft like they were old friends had me panting for it like a whore. His girth and length was awe inspiring and a wanton wave of desire washed over me and swept me away on a heated tide of need, and I helplessly rode the tide by beginning to grind myself against him, creating a sensuous friction so delicious that a little groan of pure rapture escaped my throat.

Stephen tightened his grip in my hair and pulled my head back even further exposing my throat. He lowered his head and I felt his warm wet tongue slide over my Adam’s apple before it continued to trail upwards until he nipped me on my chin. The big man rolled his narrow hips which shoved that hefty piece of man meat right under my quivering balls and I couldn’t help but whimper in response as my shaft pulsed and throbbed some more.

My ass clenched and quivered with hungry anticipation, it’s been way too long since I had any kind of penetration especially of the human variety, and my channel was spasming. My whole body yearning for Stephen to fill me to capacity. I can already tell that my trusty B.O.B. (battery operated boyfriend), Fred has nothing on this mouthwatering man. Any thoughts that I may have had about Jackson were nonexistent for me by this point. The only man occupying my thoughts as he mastered my body was Stephen, and oh my God, the man reclaimed my lips in an all consuming kiss that had me rutting against him even faster, chasing the orgasm that was slowly building up to a boiling point in my balls.

Stephen groaned and dragged his wet kiss swollen lips away from mine, “this is where you tell me stop, Luis. If you don’t want this or if you are going to wake up in the morning regretting your decision to sleep with me tell me to stop baby or else, I am going to fuck you until one or both of us is rendered unconscious. I. Want. You. So. Fucking. Bad.” He finished by punctuating each word with a dirty wet kiss across my already tingling lips.

I answered him my surging forward and wrapping both arms around his wide shoulders and both legs around his waist. I climbed his big body and rocked my groin against his as I devoured his lips. Stephen groan rumbled his big chest and he swung the both of us around and stomped off down the hallway to what I presumed was his bedroom. I couldn’t have told you what his bedroom looked like even if you held a gun to my head. Stephen stride was sure and straight as he took us straight to his bed.

He lowered me onto the plush bedding and his big body followed me down until he covered me like a living breathing blanket. I opened my legs even wider to accommodate his hips and Stephen growled and pinned my arms above my head. I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it. He was in total control and my body zinged with that knowledge. My cock throbbed and my balls burned with the need for release, but Stephen seemed to be setting his own mind numbing pace.

His big hands released my wrists and slid down my arms as he continuously pecked my lips., nibbled on my chin, and licked the fleshy lobe of my ear. My hips punched up to grind my pulsing shaft against his, but Stephen spread his legs wide spreading mine even wider totally immobilizing me.

“Easy precious, we are going to get there. I am just making sure we go the scenic route.” He purred as he nibbled his way across my jaw. “I’ve dreamt of having you under me just like this. Your sexy body writing underneath mine making me want to sink myself so deep into you that you will feel me for days afterwards.” He whispered as continued to seduce my senses.

Stephen’s busy fingers reached the hem of my sweater and I arched my back as he gently eased my shirt out of the waistband of my slacks. I brought my hands down to pull his shirt free,of his pants too, but quick as a flash his strong hands pinned mines back to the bed over my head. “Keep them there, and don’t move them again or else I will just have to start all over baby.” He growled and I whimpered in response.

Again his hands descend to my waist and he pulled both my shirt and my sweater over my head. Gawd, my eyes rolled into the back of my head because Stephen went directly for my right pectoral and pulled the sensitive pebbled nub located there into his warm wet mouth. He suckled me like a starving child before he laved it with the tip of his tongue and moved on to its partner. I moved the only thing on my body that I could, my head thrashed from side to side as he worked that magic tongue over my sensitized skin.

I heard someone babbling nonsense and pleading. It took my lust addled brain a second or two before it registered that it was me making those desperate noises. Fuck, I can’t remember if sex and foreplay have always been like this, somehow I sincerely doubt it. I would have surely remembered it if someone had ever managed to make me feel like this before now. My body was cocked, ready, and primed for this man to fuck me through the mattress. I wanted him so bad that I wasn’t above begging at this point.

“Ahh…Stephen…Please…” I gasped as his wicked tongue dipped into my belly button.

The man rolled those broad shoulders and nudged my legs open wider. “Hmm, please what baby? Tell me what you want.” He coaxed, his voice had dropped another octave or so and sounded so sinfully sexy he had my mind reeling all over again.

“I need you…Please…” I panted on baited breath as his dexterous surgeon’s fingers made quick work of my belt and the zipper to my slacks.

I almost cried out at the loss of luscious heated weight of his upper body as he sat up and backed off the bed altogether. He pulled my pants off in one swift move taking my boxers with them. I was lying there completely naked except for my socks. My shaft straining reaching towards the object of its desire. I shivered as Stephen began to slowly remove his clothing, I almost didn’t remember to keep my arms where they were as the man pulled his shirt over his head and revealed the chiseled muscular expanse of his chest for my greedy eyes to devour. My fingers twitched as they itched to touch him.

My gaze continued to follow his movements as his hand trailed down those sculpted muscles of his luscious body. From his wide pectorals, down the ridges of his well defined abdominals, to finally come to a stop at the button of his slacks. My breath was coming out in short sporadic bursts and I could feel the saliva pooling in mouth as I watched him pop the button free and slowly glide the zipper down over his rigid length. He then hooked his thumbs in the waist of his slacks and with moves to rival even the most talented stripper, he gyrated his hips until his pants slid down his thighs taking his underwear with it. He dropped them to his ankles and kicked them away.

I felt my blood heating up all over again at the sight of his hardened member, it popped free and slapped against the ridges of his abs. The head glistened with with precum that smeared across this lower stomach. I couldn’t help but to lick my lips, my mind already conjuring the image of my tongue licking around the wide purple mushroomed cap on the tip of his shaft and tasting him for the very first time.

Stephen climbed back up onto the bed and reached for my feet, he removed my socks one by one before palming himself while looking me directly in the eye. I took all that I had to return his lascivious gaze and he slowly stroked himself from the thick root of his member to the dripping tip of his shaft. “Is this what you are craving precious?” He wickedly whispered and I could do nothing but nod my head as my eyes descended to the utter beauty of what I was craving most.

“Then come on then sweetness, wrap those pretty pink lips around me and make me feel it.” Stephen sinfully instructed and I didn’t have to be told twice.

With strength I didn’t know I possessed I surged up and forward grabbing the man by his wide shoulders, and he released a surprised gasp as I whisked him around and shoved him flat on his back in the middle of his massive bed. I positioned myself in between those tree trunk thighs and without any warning whatsoever, I held the base of his shaft and flicked my tongue out and purposely ran just the tip over his leaking slit. I felt his hips punch forward and released a low groan that turned into a guttural moan as I unceremoniously swallowed as much as his shaft as I could.

“Oh Hell yes, suck me baby.” Stephen hissed as one hand carded through my hair to loosely fist in my curls at the back of my head, and the other gripped the sheets beside him. He spread his legs wider and I settled myself, literally humping the mattress as I sucked, slurped, and licked this man for all that I was worth.

The sweet saltiness of his juices, and his unique musk was acting like a neverending aphrodisiac for me. I felt him begin to swell even more and pulse in my hand and in mouth before Stephen released an almost animalistic roar and pulled me off his shaft. A long line of shimmering saliva still connected from my tongue to his tip of his spit slicked shaft and damn if the sight of it didn’t turn me on even more.

Stephen dragged up his hard body and latched onto my mouth like he was a starving man and I was his only sustenance. He ravished my mouth as his big hands parted my legs until they were bent at the knees and resting on either side of his muscled body. He palmed my ass cheeks exposing my quivering hole to the open air as he firmly kneaded the fleshiness of my butt. He continued to rub my ass with one hand while the other produced a small bottle of lube, from where he got it, I don’t know and I didn’t care as I heard the pop of the cap, and then the tell tale squirt of the viscous liquid against his thick fingers.

Stephen broke his lips away from mine long enough for him to tell me, “I am going to prepare the tight sweet ass and then I am going to sink myself into your heat until you feel me in your throat.”

I shuddered at the picture his words painted and tucked my face under his neck and groaned as one fat fingertip breached my tight entrance before pulling out again. I whimpered and mewled as he repeated the action over and over again. He circled the rim of my entrance then plunged his finger into my chute deeper and deeper until he worked up to three of those thick fingers inside my body and stretched my hole in preparation for his length and girth.

I was an incoherent, trembling mess by the time he pulled his fingers free of my channel and aligned the bulbous head to my slicked and newly opened entrance. “Ride me baby, show me how perfect you are, you are made to take me.” He whispered as I used his pecs to ease my upper body up and I gasped as I slid myself onto his rock hard shaft.

He breached the protective ring of muscles and I threw my head back and groaned long as loud as I slid inch by toe curling inch until my cheeks hit his thighs. God, I have never felt so full and so stretched in my life. The burn of his entry was skirting that fine line of pleasure and pain, and Stephen remained absolutely still as I adjusted to him.

It didn’t take long for me to roll my hips pulling up off of him only to slam myself back down again. His hands flew to my hips to help me set a perfect pace for the both of us and he groaned as I slowly but surely picked up a faster rhythm. I sat straight up with the aide of his big hands guiding my hips, I bounced up and down on his length, my inner muscles milking every lovely inch of him as I went. The head of his shaft pegged my prostate over and over again. Sweat pearled over my skin and ran down my body in rivulets.

All you could hear in the room is the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as our bodies moved together in perfect synchronization. The sounds that Stephen was making were driving my blood to run even hotter than it already was. I could feel the unstoppable force of my orgasm taking root at the base of my spine and I opened my mouth to tell him I was on the verge of coming, but nothing came out of my mouth. Stephen seemed to understand what it is I was trying to communicate because his meaty fist wrapped around my swollen red shaft and pumped me in time to our teeth jarring thrusts.

“That’s it baby, clamp that ass around me and make me come, come with me precious.” He panted and he punched his hips up stabbing me square on my quivering gland as he gave a good tug on my shaft. That was all I needed, my breath hitched in my throat, my heart felt like it came to a complete stop in the middle of my chest, and stars burst behind my tightly clenched eyelids. My body convulsed and I felt the shock of my release from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. The last thing I remembered was screaming Stephen’s name on the top of my lungs before I drew in one ragged breath and my entire world went completely black.

I don’t know how long I was out but when I groggily came back to, I was clean and under fresh sheets snuggled against Stephen’s bulk. The man actually fucked me unconscious, I blinked up at him and I knew I had a goofy smile on my face, but I felt sated and content almost like I was riding a high.

“That’s why the French call it, La petit mort (a little death.) You were absolutely stunning baby, everything and beyond what I could’ve ever imagined.” He whispered as I tucked myself back underneath his chin and let myself drift off on the blissful aftermath of the perfection of making love to my delicious doctor.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(Stephen’s private inner office)

Stephen…

Pushing through the door of my office, the first thing I noticed was that all the lights were dim over the reception desk, and the second was how quiet it was. Rosie had long since gone home for the night and I have to remember to check my text messages, our agreed upon method of communication to let me know that she got home safely. She had stayed behind way longer than her shift required to make sure that everything I was supposed to do today was rescheduled and spread throughout my hectic itinerary for the remainder of the week.

I closed and locked the outer door and dragged my tired body down the hallway to my inner office.The day just seemed to have flown away from me. I recalled coming in this morning and listening to Rosie as she micromanaged my entire day that had unfortunately for the both of us went completely off the rails by one of my post surgical patients developing a fever high enough to send his fragile body into febrile seizures.

It’s hard to use ice packs and other external methods to cool a body down when more than half of that body is covered by fresh skin grafts. Then on top of it all, the young man’s heart decided that the shock was too much for his system and it started fluttering away and sent the patient into ventricular tachycardia. At one point his heart rate had peaked at over two hundred beats per minute. Way too much strain was being placed on the cardiac muscles and I had to order stat intravenous medications to slow his heart rate down. I had to chemically paralyze him as well.

Once, his heart was stabilized. I had to have the nurses, God bless their hard working little hearts, to pour liter after liter of cold saline intravenously into my patient, which I had to counterbalance with yet another medication to make sure he urinated enough to pass out all that extra fluid. Otherwise all those liquids could potentially settle around his lungs and heart and send him into heart failure as well as swellings of his limbs which could cause his fresh skin grafts to stretch and not heal properly. It was days like this that sometimes made me wonder why the hell didn’t I choose another career path. Then you speak to the grateful parents or loved ones of the person you are fighting for and the gratitude they express makes it all worth it.

A wave of dizziness swamped me and I threw out my hand and leaned against the wall until my world stopped spinning. “Fuck, when was the last time I had something to eat.” My exhausted brain thought and tried to recall when it was, and I came up with nothing. I had spent all day at my patient’s bedside making sure that all sterile techniques were being performed at all times.

The young man just had his grafting done the day before and I feared that if he got an infection, he wouldn’t be able to survive it, so I also increased the dose of the broad spectrum heavy duty intravenous antibiotics I ordered on him. The poor man looked like he had IV tubing lines coming from all over his body, two more of which I had to add today right there at his bedside.

I pushed myself off the hallway wall and took a deep breath to center myself and that’s when I picked up the mouth watering aroma of hot food. My stomach grumbled as if on cue, and I pushed myself towards my office. I opened the door to my private office space and opened my mouth getting ready to reprimand Rosie about staying back so late only to have to return early in the morning, but my words died on my tongue at the sight in front of me.

Luis was standing behind my desk he was busy pulling and arranging steaming containers of Chinese food from a huge take out box he had set well away from my paperwork to notice me standing in the doorway. The hardships from my day just melted away from me as I leaned against the doorframe and studied my man, and damn, he is so freaking pretty. Luis wasn’t just beautiful on the outside, the sweet man was just as nice on the inside as well.

I cleared my throat and his head full of adorable curls popped up and a beaming smile spread across his face and it was like the sun had come out just for me at how bright his greeting was.

“Hey hon, give me a minute to finish setting out the food and then we can eat. I talked to Rosie earlier and she said that you were having a hard day, and she said that she couldn’t get you to leave your patient’s bedside…Mmm.”

I had made my way across the carpeted floor, took his gorgeous face in between my hands, and cut off his rambling explanation with my lips eagerly covering his. At first, he went completely rigid with surprise, and then he whole body just seemed to melt against my chest. I kept the kiss soft and sweet, just enough to get his unique flavor on my tongue as I licked across his lush bottom lip. Then I sucked the soft flesh into my mouth and gave it a gentle nip. I slid my hands down his arms and wrapped them around his slender waist before easing away from his delectable mouth.

I bent close to his ear and whispered.“This looks and smells so good baby, thank you so much, I’m starving.” I let my lips gently brush against the outer shell of his ear. I was delighted at his body’s little shiver of response to my nearness.

His big beautiful chocolate eyes were slightly glazed over and he licked his lips before replying, “I…Um..I just wanted to make sure that you at least had a good meal after spending all day with your patient.” He recovered enough to finish the aromatic spread of Chinese food. “How is the person doing by the way?” He asked as he pushed me down into the chair behind my desk and began to dish out a little bit of everything from the various containers onto the plastic plate on the in front of me.

Luis surprised me by plopping himself into my lap and turning himself towards the food. He picked up the overloaded plate and a set of chopsticks and began feeding me as he continued to ask me questions about my day. I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips at his innocent pampering. I proceeded to tell him about the stressful turn of events that occurred earlier today and how thank God, my patient made it so far. In between bites of spicy chicken and savory shrimp, Luis actually wiped my mouth and put down the plate only long enough to hold a can of iced tea up to my lips.

I didn’t take offense to his pampering of me at all, and I actually loved the attention. I sat there and observed Luis and it seemed like it was his second nature to sit here and fuss over me. He is a true nurturer at heart. A person meant to take care of others and it was so endearing to be at the receiving end of all his attentions. I felt ten feet tall, like I was on top of the world, and that I was truly cherished by this wonderful man.

It’s only been a few days since this sweet man gave me the gift of his body, and now he came all the way to the hospital after hours at that too, to make sure that I have a warm meal after a particularly hard day. My heart warmed as he continued to fuss over me by asking me if I wanted more of this or a little bit of that as he pointed towards the different containers, but I stopped him by taking his busy hands in mine and leaned forward to give him a peck on his pretty pink lips.

“Thank you sweetness, but I’m full. Now tell me which ones are your favorites so I can make sure you have something to eat too.” I said and I pointed towards the numerous containers that were still loaded with food.

He blushed as squirmed in my lap clearly uncomfortable now that he was the sole focus of my attention. With all his shy wiggling around, Luis’s enticing butt cheeks brushed against my already half hard shaft making it plump up almost instantly into a full raging hard on.

“You don’t have to do that. I just wanted to make sure that you had at least one good meal today.” He responded and I just shook my head at him and rolled my chair from side to side as I took it upon myself to dish out a little bit of everything onto a fresh plate just like he did for me.

Damn, I had to bite my lip to contain the little needy groan that was bubbling up in my throat. The feel of his firm backside sliding back and forth over my crotch with the rocking motion of the chair was enough for my exhausted body to find a pocket of energy. The spark of desire revitalized me enough to wonder if I was really too tired to bend this gorgeous man over my desk and fuck him through the surface of the polished wood.

I settled into place once again behind my massive desk and I used the chopsticks to hold up and very fat piece of shrimp to his mouth. Luis blushed again but he opened up for me like a little baby bird, wrapped his lips around the prongs of the fork, and slid the succulent seafood into his mouth. That little innocent act of eating was enough to have the length of my cock jerk in appreciation underneath his firmness of his tight ass.

I knew from Luis’ nervous little movement, he had to have felt the turgid flesh of my cock pressing against the crease of his softness. I could only grind my teeth and wait until he settled himself once again before I began to feed him in earnest. In between bites, I offered him his diet coke and I kept it up until he held his hand up and told me he had enough to both eat and drink.

Luis took the plate from me before I had a chance to set it aside. He got up and I didn’t even bother to stop him from quickly clearing away the used plates and stuff. He promptly wiped off the surface of my desk after putting the leftover food is the little refrigerator in the corner of my office. If my patient’s condition was a little more stable then I would gladly take my sweet man home and love on him until we both pass out.

I got up and raised my arms over my head as I stretched the knotted kinks out of my spine. while Luis was still packing my tiny fridge with enough food to feed myself for days. I kicked off my shoes and padded across the carpet to the sofa across the room. I took a second to appreciate the sight of Luis’s tempting rear end as he went back with the unopened drinks bent over in front of the fridge.

“Baby, come here. You have done more than enough. I’m going to stay here in my office tonight so I’ll be readily available just in case my patient’s condition takes a wrong turn. If you don’t having anything pressing to do come take a nap with me.” I pulled him into my arms and laid back onto the plush cushions and arranged him on top of my body right where I wanted him.

Luis giggled and settled his slender hips in between my parted thighs. “You didn’t even give me a chance to say whether or not I had any plans after this or not. You just locked me in and I very much doubt my ability to escape your thick ass arms of yours.” He teased as he made himself more comfortable and his groin brushed against mine and I was hard all over again, but again I ignored my wayward member.

After that wonderful meal I was too tired to even contemplate anything other and cuddling up with my man and going to sleep, even if it’s only for a couple of hours. I just wanted to feel him in my arms, to cherish him, and give him the attention he so richly deserves. “Nope you’re mine sweetness, and no you can’t go anywhere, so just settle in and let me hold you and nap for a little bit.” I stated as I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to drift.

My eyes popped opened again and my tired gazed focused on the mischievous little smirk that curved Luis’s pretty mouth. “But what if I don’t want to take a nap.” He teased and the little minx deliberately rocked his hips forward driving his erection against mine. My hands immediately shot out and captured those naughty hips in order to keep him still.

“Baby, if you keep on teasing me like this I’m going to give you what you are looking for, but I’ll probably pass out from total exhaustion afterwards, and then I’ll be of no use to anyone if they need me out on the unit for an emergency.” I explained as I desperately fought the urge to start rocking against him to create a friction my leaking cock was begging for.

“It’s okay hon, I know that you’re tired but I couldn’t help messing with you for a little bit. You just lay here and relax, and I’ll be your live blanket.” He whispered as he reached up and lowered my eyelids over my eyes for me. I felt the sweet man peck me on the tip of my nose before his tucked his head under my chin and his soft curls tickled my neck.

To me, being able to cuddle like this with Luis after a difficult day this was paradise. “I could get really used to this” Was the last thought that ran through my head before my tired mind drifted off into the darkness of sleep.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

(The Italian Restaurant

)

Luis…

I walked through the elegant ambiance of the quaint little Italian restaurant and kept my eyes on the back of the hostess’ perfectly coiffed head as she led me towards Stephen’s table. I tried to hide the silly little grin that was trying to spread across my face. My man had chosen well, and I was very impressed with his choice dining establishments for our first date. The restaurant was cozy without being overcrowded. The noise level was kept to minimum, the kind of quiet conversations you would expect from a five star eatery.

Finally, I caught sight of my sexy doctor and everything and everyone around me faded into the background when he stood up and smiled at me. Oh my sweet Jesus, that man sure knows how to fill out an expensive suit, or I should say from the style and cut of his clothes, it looked like it was custom made just for his delicious big body. Stephen further stole my breath when he came around the table and leaned over in front of the entire restaurant and placed a sweet little kiss on my lips and seated me before the flustered waiter could even open his mouth.     I couldn’t keep in it in any longer and I grinned like a loon at my man’s show of PDA. This was our first date out in public. It has been weeks since our impromptu dinner in his office, and due to his hectic schedule, we haven’t been able to see other on a regular basis. We have only had brief moments in time at his office or over the phone and I was fine with that. His job is an important and a demanding one.

Never will I make life even more stressful for him by making him choose between caring for his patients or spending time with me. I already know from witnessing his dedication to his patients first hand that he will most likely place his chosen profession over me, and if he did, I am fine with that because being a burn specialist is his life’s calling. He is meant to do what he does, that’s why he is the best and most sought after plastic and reconstructive trauma surgeons in the profession.

The waiter flipped his dainty wrist and spread the pristine white linen napkin across my lap before taking our pre dinner drink orders. Then the man quickly disappeared from our sight. I was glad for the dim lighting because the way Stephen was looking at me and the heat radiating from his intensity of his gaze was literally making me hot all over. I could feel my face flush and my cock happily twitched behind the zipper of my slacks.

“You look stunning as always baby.” That deep voice rumbled the compliment across the intimate space between us and shivered over the surface of my already over sensitized skin.

I reached over and immediately picked up the glistening crystal glass and sipped at the cool water to soothe my suddenly parched throat before I was able to respond with a quiet whisper. “Thank you, you’re looking handsome yourself.” I placed the glass back on the starched linen table cloth and looked up into those dazzling eyes staring right back at me.

Stephen chose to wear his contacts this evening instead of glasses and I was a little disappointed. His professional doctor persona was a real turn on for me. I tilted my head to the side and wondered if I’d ever be bold enough to maybe try out some role playing with this man. My entire body shuddered at the thought of Stephen giving me a private head to toe hands on examination.

His exotic cologne wrapped around my hyperaware senses and I rapidly blinked to bring Stephen’s gorgeous face into focus. I didn’t realize that he had leaned over close enough to be right there almost directly in my face. “You had that sexy look glazed over look on your face a minute ago sweetness. Tell me baby, what were you just thinking about?” He purred seductively in my ear, and his minty warm breath caressed along the curve of my jaw.

It took a moment for my synapses to properly reconnect enough for his words to sink in and I instantly flushed bright red. Stephen chuckled and wagged his eyebrows knowingly at me before leaning back so that our waiter could place our drinks on the table. “Oh, damn him, the smug bastard knows that he can render me stupid with just one glance alone. Well two can play that game.” I smiled at my mischievous thoughts.

I listened to him speak perfect Italian as he ordered dinner for the both us, and my happy shaft got even happier and it went from semi hard to bang nails through a concrete wall  hard. I was almost felt dizzy from the flash of blood rushing from my brain to my groin. Was there anything less than perfect about this man? I know I was probably sitting here staring at him like a love struck idiot, but I couldn’t help myself, and I am not sure if I wanted to. All of these emotions were so new and so vividly intense for me.

I’ve never felt like this with Jackson, not even when I went through my puppy love phase with him earlier on in our marriage. I now know, and I have come to realize that Jackson was my best friend, my partner, and my confidant. He was never my lover or the man that made my stomach tie up in knots, nor did he ever make my heart skip a beat with just a single glance in my direction.

I was about to open my mouth to ask Stephen if he speaks any other languages besides Italian and English when I heard an unwelcome and vengeful hiss from behind me. Matthew Randall swiftly stepped around to face me and I looked up into the Jackson’s half brother’s angry face. His usually attractive features turned ugly and unbecoming with his disdain pouring out of his self righteous pores.

“Well, well…What’s this? If it isn’t my brother’s money grubbing little whore. Jackson hasn’t even settled into his cold and lonely grave yet and here you are fucking around already.” He spat his venom at me, and from the way he was slurring his words. I could tell that he’s already had way more than the legal limit of alcohol to drink.

Before I could open my mouth to firmly put the little pissant in his place. I heard a deep rumbling growl and then a hard cold voice I have never heard this man use before barked, “How fucking dare you? Who the Hell are you to come and interrupt our dinner by verbally vomit such bullshit. I don’t know who you are nor do I care, but you need the get the fuck away from this table and do it now before I make you regret it.” Stephen made to advance on Matthew who was staring at the big man with fear, his jaw slack and his shocked mouth was hanging wide open.

I quickly jumped up from my chair and firmly placed my body in front of my giant menacing looking boyfriend, and I placed both hands underneath the lapels of his open his suit jacket right over his wide silk covered pecs. I rubbed slow calming circles over his huge barrel chest, desperately trying to soothe his raging beast before he did something reckless like punching the mongrel in his face and possibly hurt his talented his hands in his process. Our waiter and another man who I assumed was the restaurant’s manager came charging through the throng of staring diners to our little dramatic floor show. 

Quick as a flash, Stephen explained that Matthew had rudely interrupted our dinner and that he was very much offended and disappointed to be accosted in such a way in an establishment such as this one. The manager all but tripped over himself to have Matthew removed from the premises.Stumbling over his repeated apologies to Dr. Giles as two beefy men made their way to our table.

“What the fuck. I am a paying customer and you are going to kick me out of a restaurant I frequent on weekly basis because of what two of faggots have to say?” Matthew hollered in the slender man’s face and I heard the collective gasps from people around us witnessing this embarrassing little spectacle, but I could have cared less what anyone was thinking at the moment when I heard that deplorable word.

I spun around on my heel so fast, I almost knocked Stephen off his feet. “What did you just say?” I snarled at Matthew whose body was practically vibrating with his own indignation. He went to open his mouth to say it again, and a red haze of fury settle over my vision. Before I knew it, my hand balled up into a fist and my arm reared back before shooting straight out and up from the center of my body.

My knuckles connected with Matthew’s chin with a sickening cracking sound. His head flew back on his shoulders and his eyes rolled into the back of his head before he dropped like a piece of lead at our feet. He laid splayed out across the floor, knocked completely out cold. You could have heard a pin drop in the room, it was so quiet in the eatery.

My hand pulsed painfully at my side and I exhaled a ragged breath and quickly excused myself from the peanut gallery and scurried towards the restroom signs. I refused to feel embarrassed by my actions, the sniveling bitch deserved it. I brought my aching hand up and cradled it against my stomach as I slammed through the bathroom door and looked around, and I thanked God the restroom was clean and empty at the moment.

I winced as I looked down at my injured extremity. My knuckles were split open and bleeding profusely, the back of my hand was swollen, and skin and underlying tissues were already changing colors taking on a angry reddish purplish hue. I tried to wiggle my fingers and I groaned when I felt sharp jabbing pains shoot through the center of my palm and snake down to my wrist.

Damn, I hoped and prayed that I didn’t break my hand on that worthless piece of shit. The asshole will probably try to have me arrested for assault and battery, and I know for a fact that the little money grubbing bastard will try to sue both me and the restaurant for damages. Sorry piece of crap that he is, I fumed as I stalked over the sinks to rinse my wounds.

I had just turned the faucet on when I heard the door open and I looked up into the mirror to see Stephen burst into the room. “Hey Floyd Mayweather, you ready to go another round?” He teased as he made his way over to me, but that gorgeous smile fell from his face when he looked down at my bloody hand. “Fuck, you’re hurt.”  He blurted out and I promptly found myself bundled against his massive chest. He gently wrapped my hand with clean paper towels and hustled me out of the bathroom.

The manager caught sight of us and he rushed over  to inquire on what was going on, but Stephen just barked out the order for the man to have his car brought around immediately. By the time we stepped out of the front doors, Stephen’s BMW was sitting with the valet standing guard at the open passenger side door. My boyfriend placed me in the car as if I was made of spun glass.

“I’m taking you to the hospital baby, don’t worry sweetness. I’m going to personally see to your hand.” Stephen explained as he smoothly maneuvered the luxury car into evening traffic, and despite the now continuously throbbing pain on my hand. My perverted mind couldn’t help but to recall my earlier fantasy about being personally examined and carefully treated by my own private doctor.

I just sat back and let him whisk me towards our destination. Stephen was on his cell phone busily snapping out orders and no doubt he’ll have everything that he needed arranged by the time we got to the Emergency Room. My man was bad ass like that.

I looked over and smiled at him when he placed a gentle hand on my thigh, and I know that I was going to have to explain to him about who Matthew was and why he seemed so determinedly bitter towards me. Stephen winked at me before his beautiful eyes returned to the road, and my heart fluttered a little as I wondered about breaking Jackson’s confidence and telling this man whom I am growing to really care about the truth about my deceased husband and my marriage, but just as quickly as the thought popped in my head. My protective instincts revolted against the idea.

I made a promise to Jackson, and I couldn’t break his confidence to the first man that came along and opened my heart as well as my ass. If Stephen is destined to be mine and our relationship becomes more than what it is now, then I will reconsider opening that part of my life to him.

With that decision made I turned to watch the city rush by as we sped through the streets. My heart suddenly felt like a big piece of rock in my chest. Matthew’s appearance tonight had managed to burst my happy little bubble and I damn sure didn’t have a clue of how to get it back anytime soon.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Stephen…

(Examination room in the ER)  

Luis was lying on the gurney and his beautiful chocolate gaze were trained on me and what I was doing to his hand. The staff nurses in the Emergency Room had made sure to clear a room for me and have all the necessary items I’d requested on the way over to the hospital to suture the gashes in my little love’s hand. I was on my last stitch and I made sure that I gave him nice neat seam. I used the kind sutures that dissolves on their own, and since I’m a reconstructive surgeon, I damn well made sure that there will be absolutely no scarring to his gorgeous skin once he is completely healed.

I opted to give my baby a twilight analgesic instead of a local one to just numb the area I was working on just in case it wore off in the middle of his procedure. I can tell from his glazed over expression that he was still feeling the effects of the medicine. “How are you doing, baby? Are you feeling any pain?” Luis rolled his head towards me and graced me with one of the most adorable grins I have ever seen. Oh someone was feeling really happy from his medicine.

  “I’m good Doc, but I think you need to give me a head to toe examination just to make sure.” He purred and my eyebrows went up into the stratosphere.

Hmm…Interesting. I needed to clarify his statement. I am not sure if I heard him right. Was the little vixen flirting with me? “Are you saying that you may have an injury somewhere I don’t know about?”

The little minx sat up and slid his luscious derriere to almost the edge of the gurney and spread his legs wide almost thrusting his obvious erection under my nose. I threw my arms out still completely gloved and sterile because he wobbled for a minute before he caught his balance. Damn, he was still doped up, this would have been one of the hottest things I have ever done if he was lucid, so therefore, I was going to have to nip this in the bud before it got started.

 “Baby, let me just wrap your hand and then we can go home and I can give you a once over from head to toe as you wish.” I tried to reason with him.

“No, I want you to look at my boo boo, you’re the doctor and I’m the patient.” He crossed his arms across his chest totally ignoring his stitched hand, and he pouted so adorably that I was oh so tempted to give in and nibble on that plump bottom lip.

I quickly pulled his injured hand from under his arm and quickly sprayed with the antibacterial spray on it and loosely wrapped his hand and wrist with a clean dressing. When I was done, I stood up and pushed myself in between those inviting thighs and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “If you’re a good boy and behave yourself enough to come home with me, I promise you that I will give you the examination of your life.”

Luis surprised me by locking those slender thighs around my waist and wrapping his arms around my neck pulling me forward and smashing his mouth to mine. Sweet Jesus, my cock flared instantly to life and throbbed painfully between my legs. My baby started to give off those sexy little mewls as his tongue chased mine before capturing it and sucking it into his mouth. It felt like those delectable lips were wrapped around the head of my cock because with each luscious pull of his hungry lips my balls pushed up tight into my body and quivered with their need for release.

My hands went to his slender waist and I tried to pull away from him, but Luis was like a cross between an octopus and a leech. He latched onto me with enough force to put a heavy duty suction vacuum to shame. I did however manage to drag my kiss swollen mouth away from his greedy lips. He looked like temptation incarnate with his flushed cheeks, his dewy wet lips, and those sinfully hooded bedroom eyes inviting me to do all sorts of naughty things to tantilizing body.

“Mmm…Luis, baby listen to me. We can’t do this here, not like this sweetness. You are still under the influence of the medicine I gave you and we are literally in the middle of the ER, anyone can walk by the door and hear us baby.”

“That’s what makes it so hot.” He mumbled before quick as a flash, he dropped to his knees in front of me. My zipper was tugged down and my cock was in that hot sweet mouth before I could have drawn my next breath. My hips bucked forward driving the rest of my rigid shaft into the tight moist heat at the back his throat. He swallowed repeatedly over the sensitized head of my member and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Luis continued to suckle me like I was giving him the sweetest of sustenance. My hands snaked through the silky soft strands of his hair and fisted at the back of his head.

 I knew I should stop him, I knew I couldn’t let this go on for much longer, but damn all to fuck, if it that dirty little mouth didn’t feel so fucking good. I was holding onto my control by a mere thread and when the sexy little fucker pulled back and gently grazed his teeth along the length of my pulsing shaft with a snap of that string, I lost it.

 With a growl more animalistic than human, I picked my little sex kitten up off the floor and slammed him face down over the gurney. I made sure that his injured arm was well out of the way. He went to move but he immediately stopped went absolutely still when I slapped him firmly on his ass and barked at him to stay still. “I sure hope you’re coherent enough to understand that I am going to give you exactly what you have been so desperately begging for.” I purred in his ear as I leaned over his back and made sure to tuck my throbbing shaft against the crack of his inviting ass.

I had him in the perfect position for me to fuck him until I was sated. “Is this what you want?” I continued to slowly rub the entire length of my shaft up and down his still clothed crease and delighted in the little whimper of need I got as his response. “You have been a naughty boy, I shouldn’t really give you what you want. I should just peel you out your pants and take this perfect ass until I come, leaving you primed and begging for your own release.”

Luis’ hips bucked and he rocked back against me, it seemed someone didn’t mind my idea too much, but I wasn’t a selfish lover. I’ll eventually make sure that he got exactly what he’s been asking for. I reached around him and I let my palms drift over his firm thighs, up and down, up and down slowly sliding closer and closer to his tented groin with each upward movement. Luis groaned as his hips synched themselves and he rocked his ass against my groin in time with my seeking hands. I finally made my way to his waist and I slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I made sure to run the palm of my hand over his erection before reaching in to pull down his zipper.

He bucked back against me again and moaned for more friction. It was one of the sexiest sounds I have ever heard and it spurned on to travel down this sinfully erotic road. I fisted the material of his pants in both hands and I gave his slacks one good yank and exposed his tight ass. He gave me a surprised little gasp as I immediately wrapped my fingers around his dripping cock and gave him one tight luscious pull from the base to the enticingly wet tip. His back arched and he rubbed his ass over my naked shaft burying my length partially in his moist warm crease.

“Fuck sweetness, you want my cock don’t you. You want me to fill this sweet tight ass to capacity, don’t you?” I hissed in his ear as my precum helped me to obscenely glide myself up and down in between those firm cheeks.

“Please, please…I need you.” Luis gasped as the head of my shaft nudged his quivering entrance. “Shhh…I know what you need my sweet and I will give it to you, but only when I am ready.”

My answer was another breathless little whimper and an those slender hips increased their frantic pace as he continued to gyrate that perfect ass all over my groin. I couldn’t contain myself anymore. My hand flashed out and snatched the small packet of sterile lubricant from the surgical kit on resting on the bedside tray. I leaned back and listened to his sweet voice keen in protest as I jammed my free hand in the back pocket of my pants and pulled my wallet free of the sagging material. Anticipation coursed through my veins, hot and thick like molten lava.

Luis continued to jiggle that tempting ass at me like a wicked invitation. My hands shook as I rolled the condom down the length of my turgid flesh. I used my teeth to rip open the lube packet and spilled a generous amount onto my fingers and slathered myself from root to tip. I barely wanted to touch my member for fear coming all over myself.

I used the same lubed hand to part Luis’ cheeks and revealed that pretty pink hole to the light of day, it clenched and unclenched itself as if it begging for attention. If I wasn’t about to blow my Mt. Kilimanjaro, I would have knelt down and buried my face in between those fleshy cheeks and made a meal of the sweet pucker.

I slipped a slick fingertip into him instead and gently pushed against the protective muscle until his hungry channel sucked my questing digit into his silken heat. My cock jerked at the feel of his inner muscles milking my finger. “Ugh…This is going to be quick baby, will you take it for me?”

My baby pushed himself back onto my hand and grunted his answer. I quickly added another finger and I stretched and prepped his hole to take the girth of my shaft. I drew another gasp from him as I withdrew my fingers and quickly replaced his prepared entrance with the bulbous head of my shaft. My hips gently eased forward and I clamped my jaws tight as I sank inch by mind boggling inch into his rippling channel.

“Fucking perfect.” I grunted as I bottomed out and my balls pressed nicely against his. Luis began this sexy little roll of his hips and I let him work himself on my member. “That it baby, take that dick, own it, fuck it sweetness…It’s one hundred percent yours.”

“Mnh…” Was the only answer it seemed like my man was capable of giving me. Luis continued to bounce himself back and forth on my shaft, but I needed more. I wanted to pound into his tightness until I rammed myself as I as can humanly get inside him.

My hands flew to his hips. “Need to fuck you now, baby. I’m going to go hard. Take it for me, let me ream this ass.” Was the only warning I gave him before my hips snapped forward and I thrust myself to the hilt, my balls slapped against his before I reversed direction and pulled out of him almost all the way, only the wide tip of my shaft was left in his channel and I leaned back to look where we were connected so intimately and I could feel the tell tale tingle of my release clawing up my spine.

 I ground my teeth together and I reached forward and wrapped my hand around Luis’ drenched shaft and my sweetness cried out as I began ruthless rhytmn of jacking him and pounding in and out him at the same time. My breath huffed out of my chest, “Come for me…Come now, baby!”

 “Oh God, oh God, oh my God…” Luis keened as his shaft exploded and his chute mercilessly clamped down along the length of my member and his inner muscles rapidly undulated, relentlessly milking my release right out of my drawn up balls. I couldn’t hold out anymore. I threw my head back and bit my lip to keep quiet and I pumped into him two or three more times before my shaft exploded. My entire body jerked with each pulsing jet of my thick release. I prayed that the conodm would hold under the force of the flood of my come.

I felt Luis’ body go completely limp against the gurney and my spent body folded over his. Our chests heaved and the examination room reeked of our combined release but I was too sated to care at the moment.

“I still didn’t get a complete physical.” Luis mumbled from underneath me and I couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped my throat.

“You kind of sidetracked me there for a little while baby. How do you feel?” I asked him as I slowly eased myself out of his still spasming channel.

“Like I have been ridden hard.” He responded with a cheeky grin as I eased him into an upright position. I reached over and pulled a few napkins from the dispenser and gave him a quick wipe up before dumping them in the garbage and pulling up his pants. He straightened his shirt while I tossed the condom and opened a few alcohol wipes and waved them around in hopes of getting rid of the scent of sex in the small area.

“Just open the door babe and let the room air out for a few minutes before you take me home.” Luis suggested now back to his perfectly immaculate self. He smoothed my shirt over my chest and I smirked at the thought that I fucked the anesthesia right out of his system. He was bright eyed and clear.

 I reached for his injured hand and kissed it before turning to lead him out of the room, but he held me back by my arm and I turned to see him looking at me with a serious expression on his face. “Stephen, that man from earlier tonight, Matthew. He’s Jackson’s half brother. I am sure if you were listening to the garbage he was spewing you’ve most likely figured that out already. There is no love lost between that side of his family and I, it’s complicated and I just wanted to apologize for dragging you into the middle that drama. There is a story there but I’m not ready to tell it yet.” He whispered and ducked his head as if he was ashamed to admit what he just said out loud.

I looked down at his bent head for a minute before gathering him up and holding him against my chest. “Luis, never be ashamed of admitting how you feel about something. As for the so called drama. I couldn’t sit back and let that asshole talk to you like that, and furthermore, if you don’t feel like you’re ready to share the story of your life with Jackson, that’s fine with me. I am sure you will tell me what you feel comfortable in letting me know. In all actuality, I was hoping to make my own memories with you. Jackson was your husband, gone too soon, and I would never ask you to forget completely about him. I only ask that you make room for me in that generous heart of yours.”

My baby looked up at me and promptly burst into tears and buried his face in my neck. At a lost for words, I could only rub his back and whisper what I hoped was soothing words to him as he sobbed against me. I had no clue what I could have said to that triggered this. I could only hold him and pray that this little emotional storm will quickly dissipate.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Luis…

(Trevor Donovan as my idea of Myles)

I sat in Jackson’s home office or I should now say my home office and looked over the monthly documents that our lawyer had sent over for me to review. Reports of the ex-Randall’s trying to appeal the legality of the original document signed by my father-in-law and his ex-wife, blah, blah blah, the usual stuff when it came to her. If she was so desperate for money, then why spend a chunk of it fighting a losing battle and paying hefty attorney fees. When is this shit going to end? I mean after the ton of money that the old man had given to the woman to gain his freedom from her, she still wanted more.

She felt that because she spread her legs and spit out a kid that she was entitled to at least half the Randall fortune. The kid in question is an ungrateful bastard that was too busy partying on his father’s dime and whoring his way across several countries to even come and see his father during his final days. They deserved nothing, and if Jackson had to reincarnate himself to prevent it I am sure he would after the pains he had taken when he was alive to make sure that didn’t happen.

My hand hovered over one of the long worded and insufferable documents, full of legalese language but the name of the private clinic where I used to work and where I met Jackson caught my eye. I also recognized the name of his previous physician. A frown marred my face as I continued to read through the papers, and I felt my blood pressure rise to alarming levels.

“That fucking, money grubbing Bitch!” I screamed as I threw the whole pile of garbage on the desk and reached for the phone to call Myles.

This is absolute bullshit. I usually let Myles Callahan,of Callahan and McMahon Law Firm handle things. Myles and his partner Philip were old acquaintances of Jackson’s, actually I should say that were college buddies with Jackson. At first, when I was starry eyed and all infatuated with Jackson in the beginning of our friendship.

I had resented Myles the minute I first laid eyes on the tall blonde. He and Jackson had been to friendly for my tastes. A relationship that far surpassed that of lawyer and client. If you looked up Adonis on Google images, his picture would’ve probably come up. My feelings of hatred towards the unassuming man were further nurtured by the fact that Jackson had actually dated the man for a couple of months when they were in school together.

My jealous little self couldn’t stand the gorgeous attorney, but he is the best at what he does and Jackson trusted him with his secret and Myles also knew the truth behind our marriage, which was another black mark I had against the man. My hidden animosity towards disappeared after I has realized that Jackson and I weren’t meant to be anything other than very good friends, almost brothers even. I later learned from Jackson that Myles is bisexual and he married his submissive partner, a sweet little country girl by the name of Karla.

When I had found out that Myles as well as well as his other executive partner at his firm Philip were both Dominants in the lifestyle, and I wasn’t too surprised by that little bit of news. Both men have that take charge type of personality. They were stunning specimens of Alpha males, one dark and one light. They were a force to reckoned with anywhere they went. That is why they took command of each and every courtroom they set foot in. That’s also why they were the Randall’s personal and business attorneys.

“Hey there Luis, it’s so good to hear from you. I haven’t seen since the funeral. You hanging in there buddy?” The rich baritone reverberated through my headset like molten chocolate and brought me out of my head.

I couldn’t help the smile that split my face. This dynamic man had become great friends once I woke up and took the rose colored lenses off and finally saw reality. He is the only other person alive that I can talk freely with about Jackson and the man he really was, and not the face that the public saw.

The only thing that we didn’t agree on was Jackson’s decision to hide his true diagnosis. Myles believed that Jackson’s fear of the stigma that came with being HIV positive as a gay man overruled his usually pragmatic way of thinking. He also believed that Jackson could have been such an advocate for the cause and a model towards the gay community on practicing safe sex and prevention of STI, but once again he let the fear of his greedy relatives using the information against him and take what his family had worked so hard to build steer his decisions as well.

I disagreed, I believed that it was Jackson’s business who he decided to share his status with. The only person who really had a right to know was any sexual partners he may have had. I believed that Jackson’s fears were very real. I had proof of one of them right here in my hand. The sickening and blatant attempt by said greedy family trying to open Jackson’s medical record. What were they looking for? Did they suspect that he didn’t have cancer?

“I’m doing well Myles. It was rough at first, it still is especially walking around the house and expecting to hear his voice at any given moment. It’s the silence that really gets to me sometimes.” I finally gathered myself enough to respond. The crushing weight of grief that I expected to feel pressing down on my chest wasn’t as all consuming as it used to be and I didn’t know how to react to that. Was I already letting go of my best friend? Isn’t too soon for that? I didn’t know the answer to those questions and it disturbed me a little bit.

“It’ll get better with time my friend. I know for a fact that Jackson wouldn’t have wanted to linger in your grief. He’s want you to say your goodbyes, tuck him in a special place in your heart and move on to live, love, and laugh.” Myles pointed out and I felt a little better knowing that the hot shot attorney was right.

Jackson would have wanted me to move on and find my happiness. I felt his presence in the beach house when I asked what to do about Stephen. I know this because close to the end Jackson used to cry and tell me that he stole my chance to be happy elsewhere. That he was a selfish bastard, and that he shouldn’t have married me and chained me to his side living in a loveless union. I shook my head to clear the memories of the days leading up to death. When the good days became less frequent and the bad days were just that bad, but I refused to let the bad days spoil the multitude of good days that we shared over the years.

I got back to business instead. “Myles, I am reading one of your monthly reports on the legal handlings of interests. Why didn’t you call me immediately when that evil witch tried to ig into Jackson’s medical records at the clinic, and his previous doctor’s records?”

“That’s because it’s a non issue. If it had the potential to become an issue then I would have personally notified you and tell you to come into the office so that we can come up with a strategy to derail any their juvenile plans. “ The debonair man calmly explained his rationale on not informing me about this newest tactic by the ex-Randall’s to get their hands on the family fortune.

“Okay hot shot, what’s being done about this?” I asked the cocky bastard.

“I put my feelers out to find out why they wanted the information. Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. Just be content with the fact that I found out that the latest attempt involved using Jackson’s, “cancer,” and the strong chemo medications and pain medications that would have altered his mental ability to make sound decisions, and they want to argue that you used his weakened state of mind to cheat the sniveling little basard, Matthew out of his part of his father’s inheritance.“ Myles stated and I had to count to ten and repeat it at least three times to calm down enough to speak.

“Then what, you drama queen. I hear you pausing so that you can deliver your coup de gras.” I chuckled when he Myles started to cackle like some dramatic evil old villain.

“Well baby, I took great pleasure informing her new set of lawyers with not only the original settlement agreement between husband and wife with all the stipulations she agreed to by signing the papers, but Jackson’s ironclad will dated long before his supposed illness claimed him, as well as documents provided by his medical team that he was alert and fully oriented right up until he drew his last breath. It seems that Meiderman and Associates nearly shit themselves when I showed up in person to deliver my brand of special news.”

“It also seems that they ceased their representation of Mrs. Michelle Randall and her son, Mr. Matthew Randall because she wasn’t up front with them about all facets of her current situation.” He chuckled and I couldn’t help but laugh. Myles is such a character. A brilliant lawyer, but a character none the less.

“Yep you are definitely worth your exorbitant fees, but on a serious note. The other night I had a run in with Matthew when Stephen and I were at dinner. I would up popping the son of a bitch in his face. Nothing has come of it so far and he was thrown out of the restaurant. Stephen took me to hospital and treated me…..”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up there for a minute girlfriend. Stephen, who the hell is Stephen? And what do you mean by popped? Did you just slap him like a delicate debutante, or did you backhand that bitch like a trick who owed you money?” I could hear the amusement building in Myles’ voice. He was enjoying this way too much to be a man of the law.

“I clocked him like Mike Tyson, and oh, Stephenismynewboyfriend,” I said in a rush and prayed that this jackass will just move on to the next topic.“

“Oh.” Came the breathy reply and I knew that I had no such luck. “Do tell, a new man you say, and I assume he is in the medical field since you mentioned him fixing you up after the smackdown. Does he have a full name princess?” The nosy bastard inquired and I rolled my eyes. I know if I give him a name, he is going to know everything there is to know about Stephen by the time I hang up telephone, but again that is what I paid the man for.

“Fine, if you insist. I am seeing Dr. Stephen Miles. We’ve been dating for a few weeks now.” I responded and counted to three on my fingers, and just like clockwork he responded as I expected.

“Oh you pretty little bitch, you not only snagged yourself a doctor, and a world renowned Plastic and Reconstructive Surgeon and Burn Specialist at that. I have no words.” He huffed out and I couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of my throat.

“Ha, for once…You of all people have no words. Lord, the sky is going to burst open and it’s going to start raining flying pigs.“I giggled and nearly popped a blood vessel when Myles sucked his teeth and then he too started to laugh as well.

It took a few minutes for our laughter to calm down, and then I made the decision that I didn’t want to make, but the ex-Randall’s had pinned me into a corner. “Myles, if either Michelle or Matthew so much as an inquire about anything involving Jackson or myself in the future. I want you to hit them with any and every lawsuit you can think of. If she wants to spend what money she has left fighting for more. Then by all means we will give her a fight and take whatever it is she has left. As a matter of fact I am sure you have a document somewhere showing that information.”

“Well alright then boss, I have always wanted to shut that bitch up. Now you gotta to bring your delish Doctor to dinner sometime soon, and I mean soon. Karla looks like if she sneezes she going to pop out that kid.” He chuckled but I could hear his nervousness behind his words.

I just shook my head, this man faced down criminals, thieves, Judges, irate desperate spouses and other lawyers on a daily and here he is scared to death, but who wouldn’t be. It’s natural to be concerned about his wife and baby’s well being.

“You and Karla will be fine Myles. You guys are going to be awesome parents.” I encouraged my friend.

“Thanks buddy. Call me and let me know when we can do dinner. I’ll keep you informed on the bitch and her offspring. I’ll also double check to make sure nothings come of your pimp slapping.”

“Whatever.” I barked and hung up the phone on Myles’ laughter. I felt better talking to my friend. I checked my watch and I was surprised to see that it was well past lunchtime. Stephen would still be in surgery. So I’ll just go down and have Melba feed me to death. Hell, I might even call Danielle and listen to her prattle on about the latest drama in her life. I need to find something to do with myself.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Stephen…

(Luis’Roses)

Raising my arms above my head, I felt the sore muscles in my shoulders protest against the stretching movements. I could hear my tired vertebrae surrounding my spine snap back into place, and I almost sighed with relief when I felt the warm rush of blood returning to my stiff lower limbs. Under the bright surgical lights above the operating table, I studied the fresh skin grafts on my patient’s face, throat, and upper torso.

This surgery had been an intricate one, it had taken me almost eleven hours to complete the delicate grafts, and I was more than happy with the results. I gently applied the protective gel to my patient’s new skin. A patented all natural topical treatment I had spent years in developing. It skin gel is a careful mixture of essential oils and vitamins necessary for healthy skin, and so far it’s worked wonders in helping my patient’s take to their new skin and it has also reduced their chances of getting infections by protecting the affected areas from everyday elements.

I stepped back out of the sterile area indicating to the staff that I was finally finished tending to my patient and surgery has come to a close. The surgical team swooped in to perform their routine of caring for the patient by taking stock of the equipment used and so forth. I looked over to Dr. Sydney, the Anesthesiologist, and he gave me a quick nod of his head letting me know the patient’s vital signs are stable and he was going to start weaning the patient off the meds and bring the patient out of anesthesia.

With one final glance at the vital sign monitors, I moved out of the way and the staff bustle around the OR table. I backed out of the room and into the scrub area. My whole body sagged with exhaustion as I peeled off my gloves, my sterile gown, and finally my face mask. I didn’t worry about my personal equipment I left in the OR, the staff will make sure they are cleaned my gear and returned to my office.

I had one last ask left before I was able to go home after settling my patient, Mr. Addison in the recovery room. I had to talk to his wife and his parents. They have been waiting all day, and I need to let them know that all went well and what to expect in his treatment from here on out.

I splashed some water on my face in a last ditch attempt to rejuvenate myself enough to answer the family’s questions. I could only hope and pray that their inquiries will be brief since I had already spoken to them at length over the past few days trying to prepare them as much as I could for today. I had just finished washing my hands when Rose bustled into the scrub area, and bless her, this was her routine after any of my surgeries that where all affairs.

My ever efficient practitioner shoved an energy bar into my mouth with one hand and an open ice cold bottle of Gatorade in the other. She stood there tapping her foot while I ate. She patiently waited until I chewed, swallowed, and took a few gulps of my drink before shoving another bar into my mouth and bustling out of the room again like the little hurricane that she is.

I just shook my head as I swallowed my second protein bar and finished off the drink. I felt a little better and I threw the empty bottle in the garbage before making my way to the surgical family waiting room.

Once I located the family, I kept my explanations of the procedure short and simple. I patiently answered their inquiries and explained the recovery time and the expected length of stay in the hospital for their loved one. I tried to be as understanding as possible when I told them they had to wait for a while longer before Mr. Addison is transferred to a regular room, and they were finally going to get the chance to see him after their nerve wrecking sixteen hour long wait.

By the time I left the relieved family members, I wanted nothing more than a chance to see Luis, to feel his delectable body against mine, but damn, I needed a hot shower first. I returned to the scrub room, washed my hands all over again, and went through the sliding glass doors towards the patient recovery area. I made one last check on my patient. He was heavily sedated as expected but his vital signs were stable and I left him the nurses capable hands.

I grabbed my coat and my cell phone from my locker and prayed that no one tried to stop me before I’m able to get to my office and out of the building. My mind had effectively switched off, it’s sole focus was seeking comfort and warmth from my man. Food was a second option in my list of needs. My phone beeped and I swiped my finger across the screen to see that Rose sent me a message that she’d left for the day. She is such a gem, I honestly don’t know how I would survive without her.

I spent no time in my office at all, I stayed long enough to shower in my private bathroom. I dressed in a fresh set of clothes and I reminded myself to keep a comfortable pair of sweats in the closet as well as my dress slacks and shirts. Once I was dressed I grabbed my keys and my wallet before spinning on my heel, locking the door and heading right back out.

I sent a quick text to Luis to let him know that I was on my way. So far we’ve usually met up at my place, go out to eat, or he surprises me in my office. I couldn’t help the wolfish grin that spread across my face as I fondly recalled bending that luscious ass over my desk and fucking my man right there in the middle of my work space until I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. This is the first time I’d be spending more than a few minutes in his house. The house he shared with his husband.

My phone beeped an incoming message and I waited until I pulled up to a traffic light to see that had Luis answered my text with a smiley face emoji followed by a row of hearts. An amused chuckle escaped my lips, he’s too cute for words. The more I thought about my pretty baby, I felt a spike of decadent heat surge through my veins and pool in my groin. My dick woke up and took notice of my thought processes. I wouldn’t be able to explain this driving need I have to get to my man if someone asked me to explain it, I couldn’t. I just NEEDED to wrap Luis in my arms and use all of my senses to draw him in and just be with him.

I tried to self analyze my feelings as I wove through the busy late evening traffic being careful not to speed. I was anxious to get to get to Luis, but I needed to get there alive and in one piece. After so many nights going home to a lonely house or just plain crashing on the sofa in my office in the past. I was excited to have someone to call my own. I was fucking delighted that there was someone waiting for me after the exhausting day that I had. Someone I care deeply for, a sweet sexy man that tried his best to let me know he has come to terms with having another man in the home he shared with Jackson after I had voiced my concerns on the subject.

Stopping at yet another frustrating traffic light, I spied a vendor walking through the lines of waiting cars offering bouquets of colorful roses for sale. I honked my horn to get the man’s attention an wound down my window as he bounded over to my car. At five dollars a dozen, I bought my baby four dozen roses. Their beautiful fragrance immediately permeated the interior of my car, and their vibrant colors brought a smile to my face. I was hoping they were going to make Luis smile all adorable like when he didn’t know how to react to me.

By the time I in the circular cobbled driveway in front of the stone steps leading up to Luis’ front door. My mind was focused on one thing and one thing only, the need to get as close as humanly possible to Luis. This intensity of this need thrilled but scared me at the same time. Never have I felt so drawn to someone. It was like I had to see him in order to breathe again, to feel whole again. I wanted Luis right now more than I’ve ever wanted or needed anyone before and the thought made my pulse spike and my cock swell behind the zipper of my pants.

I rang the doorbell and waited with all four bundles clutched in front of my chest. I was in the process of pulling a bright yellow rose out of one of the cellophane wrappers to present it to Melba, Luis’ housekeeper or I should say keeper in general. The woman cared for the man as if he was her own child, and for that she had my eternal devotion.

Luis is so kind, so guileless, and his nature is so unbelievably sweet. He deserves to be surrounded with nothing but love all day, everyday. Don’t get me wrong, as nice as his personality is, Luis is no pushover. He has a spine of steel and he has no qualms about protecting those he cares about, and standing up for what he believes in. He has a strong sense of right and wrong, and I adore everything about him.

The front door opened and instead of seeing Melba’s welcoming face, I saw Luis standing there looking more mouth watering than he had a right to be. I felt my logical part of my brain shut down completely as my little beauty graced me with a gorgeous smile. The primal, more feral part of my psyche however was awake, alert, and ready to pounce and claim this beautiful creature standing in front of me. The front of my pants tightened even more as I struggled to find something, anything to say to him.

“Are all those for me?“Luis chirped and I thrust the flowers at him like an idiot while nodding my head up and down. I was struck dumb by him, he managed to make me feel like a tongue tied pre-teen sometimes, and tonight was one of those rare occasions he succeeded in doing so.

“Aww, baby. You shouldn’t have, but I love them. Come inside, let me put these in some water. Dinner is almost ready. I made beef stew since I gave Melba the night off.”

I let Luis lead me by the hand like a child further into the house while he rambled on about what, I don’t have a clue. I was too busy watching the worn out fabric of his lounging pants brush and outline his perfectly rounded ass. I was so fucking turn on by just the sight of him, I felt like Niagara Falls was running out of my mouth.

Luis must have showered moments before my arrival because the man’s scent enveloped me in a cocoon of clean soap and his own unique scent. Luis always smells sweet, like the most exceptional of chocolates. Something so divine and so rare, you only consumed it in small increments in hopes that it will last forever.

My man sat me on a bar stool in his spacious kitchen, I didn’t even pay attention to the décor. I knew the room was the height of elegance and functionality just because it belonged to Luis who was an epitome of those things. I sat there like a silent statue as I watched him busy himself around the kitchen. He found vases and expertly arranged three beautiful bouquets of multi-colored roses and set then in a row on the counter. He said he would find places for them later.

He continued to tell me about his day, and I am sorry to say I was only listening to what he was saying with only half an ear. I was too busy watching how his figure hugging t-shirt would rise up when he reached for something. The material lifted and exposed the sexy bit skin across his lower abdomen.

It was an erotic peep show giving me the viewing pleasure of his enticing line of hair leading south to the true treasure hidden away in his pants. My blood pressure continued to skyrocket when the oblivious man turned around again and unknowingly tempted me even more with his lucious ass. His pants rode low on his narrow hips, low enough to give me a hint of naked glutes and the shadowy indent at the top of his crease, especially when he bent over to check something in the oven.

Luis placed a pan of freshly baked dinner rolls to cool on the marble countertop, then he turned back to the stainless steel stovetop. With a flick of his dainty wrist, he turned the burner off underneath the large cast iron Dutch oven. The aromas coming from that cauldron made my stomach rumble but that was not the hunger I needed sated right now.

My hunger to feel him, to be buried deep inside of him was more powerful than any other hunger pain I may have at the moment. His slender body rocked from side to side, the movement of his butt was almost hypnotizing. He opened a drawer next to him and pulled out a spoon, he swirled it in the pot and turned to call me over to him.

“Here baby, taste this.” He turned and offered me a spoonfull of his beef stew.

My feet took a mind of their own as they carried me across the tiled floor to his side. I watched as he gently blew on stew he wanted to taste. His pretty pink lips puckered just the right way and I was done. I took the spoon out of his hand, it clanked on the counter where I threw it and I dipped my head and captured his surprised lips with my demanding ones.

I wasted no time and I took advantage of the parted lips and speared my tongue into the warm sweet cavern of his mouth. My itchy fingers finally got what they wanted. The digits curled around his waist and pulled his pelvis firmly into the cradle of my groin. I wanted him to feel how fucking hard I was. I wanted to pour this intense need that has been simmering just under the surface of my skin all night. I wanted Luis to want me than he wanted anything else. I wanted him to be just as immersed in me as I was in him.

I continued to sip from his lips and I began to use my bigger body to crowd him backwards until my baby had his back pinned against the wall and me pressing into his front. I could his hard length pressed against my thigh and I am sure he could feel mine crushed against his stomach, my hips jerked forward seeking more friction.

My head was spinning and I felt high, but I couldn’t release his lips. He tasted so good, and I was fully addicted and wanted as much of him as I could possibly get. I growled and chased his kiss swollen lips when he managed to drag them away from me. I stared down into his eyes, his pupils were blown wide open and his chest heaved with the effort of trying to catch his breath.

“I guess you have something other than dinner on your mind.” He whispered, those delectable lips a mere inches away from mine.

“The food will keep, but my need for you. This ache I have to be buried deep inside of you needs to be taken care of now. Everything about you calls out to me and draws me in like a moth to flame. Never have I wanted someone as much I as I want you.” Luis flushed and tried to turn his face away and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Baby don’t, this isn’t just about sex. It’s about being close to you.” I ran my hands up his arms. “Scenting you.” I dipped my nose into the curve of his shoulder and inhaled his scent deep into my lungs. “Tasting you. My need to connect with you in every possible level I can after a hard day in the operating room.” I sighed against his soft cheek. Luis whimpered and the sexy little sound went straight to my already drenched shaft.I literally yearned with the need to have him.

I felt Luis’ little shiver of response against me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and cuddled himself into my chest. “The food will keep, come on my love. Let me take care of you.”

My little love took me by the hand and once again led me through his house and up the winding staircase to the upper floor. My entire body was literally on fire, and it only blazed brighter with each step I climbed taking me closer to my own personal haven. I only prayed that my anticipation didn’t choke me and make me come long before I wanted to. God, I was ready to explode just looking at him, I’m sure I’m going to erupt like a fucking volcano the minute I get my hands on my man. God, my sweet baby had me tied up in knots, but I love every single minute of it.

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Luis…

(The mirrored wall)  

I led Stephen through my bedroom door and I attempted to steer him towards the bed, but I felt a gentle tug on my hand and I turned to look up at my dynamic man. His intense stare pinned me to the spot where I was standing. The raw lust radiating from his gaze made my blood heat up even more, if he kept looking at me like that, I might spontaneously combust. My crotch already felt full and hot, like my balls were set to boil on a slow simmer. The heat crept up the length of my shaft and caused the mushroomed cap of my cock to throb with my need to find my release.

“Baby, are you okay with us doing this here, in this room?” My sweet man tentatively asked me. I knew immediately what he was alluding to. How considerate was he to worry about my feelings about bringing a man into a room he thought I’d once shared with Jackson. I stepped forward and captured his handsome face in my hands. I tipped up on my toes and gave him a sweet but searing kiss.

“Babe, I don’t want you to worry and I don’t want to feel uncomfortable in my home. This room is mine and mine alone. Jackson’s never shared this room with me.” I stated and my stomach twisted a bit with the guilt of not telling this loving man the truth about Jackson and I. I could feel my member deflate a little bit. I attempted to step away from Stephen’s big warm body, but those long arms wrapped around my waist.

“Why I am sensing that there is something you are not saying?” He inquired and my heart fluttered. My already upset stomach flipped over completely threatening to empty its meager contents all over the floor.

“Luis, look at me.” Stephen said and he placed a thick digit under my chin and raised my flushed face up to his. I had no choice but to look up into his now serious eyes. “Do you trust me?” He asked as he continued to solemnly stare down at me.

I didn’t know what to do, I’d anticipated having to take a good look at my feelings for Stephen and our growing relationship. I can honestly say that I have fallen head over heels for this man. I trusted him with my life, but I had made a promise to Jackson. I had sworn never to reveal my late husband’s secret to anyone, but how was I supposed to keep that promise and move on into having a healthy relationship with someone else. Do I dare tell this man something that has the power to unravel my entire life and destroy Jackson’s memory?

Releasing another heartfelt sigh, I took Stephen by the hand and led him over to the bed. We both sat down the on top of the thick comforter and I turned my body to face him. My erection was long gone, and the heated desire coursing through my blood just moments ago had considerably cooled. This was it, this is my moment of truth. Was I really going to sit here and give this man the power to literally shatter me and my life to pieces if he chooses to use this information against me?

I peeked up at him from underneath my lashes and he was just patiently sitting there waiting for me to answer his question. His face was an unreadable mask and I felt my nerves flutter and sweat popped put across my brow. At this very moment, I resented the hell out of Jackson. The weight of my promise to him felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest, and for the very first time, I questioned our decision to hide the truth about his illness. The farce of our marriage, and all the little white lies along the way to uphold all of it.

“Stephen…God, this is so hard.” I started but had to stop to once again gather myself. “I trust you, as a matter of fact, I love you. I don’t think that I’ve ever felt this strongly for someone before this. I know you are probably questioning my statement, seeing it’s only been a few months since I have laid my husband to rest.” I sighed and picked up his talented surgeon’s hands in mine and played with his long elegant fingers.

I felt him turn his hands over and capture my much smaller fingers in his warm grasp and he gave me a reassuring squeeze. “Honey, I can feel that you are struggling with something. I can see the tension of whatever it is written in every line of your gorgeous body.” He said as he once again captured my jaw between his thumb and forefinger and tilted my face up his. “Luis, I am ecstatic that you love me, because little one, you stole my heart on the sands behind my beach house the night I met you.”

My pulse rate spiked and I could feel my eyes begin to water, and although I rapidly blinked to try to keep them at bay, the emotional tears spilled over onto my cheeks and rolled down my face. Ugh, this man was going to be the death of me. I melted right into his arms when he leaned forward and licked my tears away. My decision to be open and honest with this man solidified like it was a living thing that sprouted and blossomed in my brain.

“It’s hard to know where to start. I don’t want you to think that I’m hiding anything from you, or that I don’t trust you to know everything that there is to know about me. There are things that were extremely important to Jackson. He was extremely concerned if certain information got into the hands of his half brother and ex-stepmother, then everything his family has worked for would be picked apart and haggled over and sold to the highest bidder. What I am about to tell you will not only break the promise that I made to Jackson, I will also be handing you information that can destroy the Randall’s empire so to speak.”

Stephen interrupted me, by placing one of his fingers over my lips. “Baby, I want to stop you right there. I don’t want you to break any confidences you made to Jackson. I especially don’t want you to put your financial security or your very way of life at jeopardy. The only reason I asked is because I want to make sure that you are alright, and that our relationship can progress even further without any shadows hanging over our heads.”

My one of a kind boyfriend brushed my curls off my forehead and planted a soft kiss there. “Baby, you choose what you feel is important for me to know and what you want to keep between you and Jackson. The only thing I ask is, let me know any information that is pertinent to our health and wellbeing. I’m not trying to offend you or accuse you of anything, but I have a feeling Jackson’s cancer wasn’t really cancer. I am a physician and I’m not ignorant to ways couples can prevent transmitting contagious infections to each other. I just want us to be healthy and happy.”

I was almost speechless as I sat there and gaped at Stephen. I should have known the genius that he is, he would’ve of figured out Jackson’s true illness somewhere along the line. It never dawned on me that he would be concerned about possibly contracting anything from me. My head shot up and I looked him straight in the eye. “Stephen, Jackson and I were just friends and nothing more. Our unconventional relationship started out when he was my patient at the private clinic where I used to work. At the time, Stephen had been HIV positive for three years.

He had a fast paced and very virulent strain of the virus and he required intravenous antivirals twice a week.“

I shook my head as I recalled the look of utter desolation on Jackson’s face the day I first saw him. I also remembered how quickly he’d masked his true feelings. He’s hidden them with his bright smile he graced the world with on a daily basis. “Jackson and I have never consummated our marriage, there was nothing sexual between us all. In the beginning, I’ll admit that I was very infatuated with him, but he refused to even kiss me, much or less touch me in a sexual manner. Anything I have done, or anything I will have to do in the future to make sure Jackson’s wishes are carried out the way he wanted them to, I will do. If my position in his life is questioned or compromised in any way, then I won’t be able to do any of it. I shared this information with you so that you as my lover, will know that you have nothing to fear in regards to our sexual realtionship.”

All of a sudden, I found myself in Stephen’s lap with those strong arms wrapped tightly around me. “Luis, I’m sorry you had to go through that. Watching a loved one suffer from the effects of an immuno-compromised system it heartbreaking. I would never betray your confidence. What is shared between us, stays between us. Even if we part ways for whatever the reason in the future, I wouldn’t breathe a word about any of it. I’m not worried about us ever breaking up by the way.” He smugly stated on the side and I turned my head to look at him with a raised brow.

“Really, why do you say that? Can you predict the future or something?” I sarcastically replied.

“No, I can’t predict the future. I know you’ll never be able to leave me because…” My boyfriend paused mid sentence and looked first right and then left as if someone might be listening to us. He leaned closer to my ear. I couldn’t help that my curiosity got the best of me and leaned in as well to hear what he was going to say.

Then, before I could even blink, I found myself flat on my back with my arms pinned above my head, and a whole lot of man settling himself in between my parted thighs. “You’ll never leave because you are hooked on this big D.” He smugly smirked as he began rocking the aforementioned hard on against my denim covered balls.

Oh…Hmm, the smug bastard. So this is how he wants to let it play out. I gotchu Mr. D. I thought a I let my body go completely limp underneath him. “You think so, huh.” I replied before opening my mouth and yawning like I was bored as hell.

“Don’t act like that you know you can’t get enough of this, precious.” He thrust those powerful hips forward and I could feel my eager shaft growing in response to the spine tingling friction he was creating by obscenely rubbing himself all over my crotch like a wicked cat. “Admit it.”

I wiggled my wrists and Stephen automatically let them go. I crossed my arms over my chest, stuck my bottom lip out, and muttered a resounding, “No.”

The sexy beast leaned down and sucked my pouting lip into the warm cavern of his mouth. He nibbled on my the soft flesh like I was some sort of rare delicacy. My prick went from semi hard to rock hard just like that. I had to dig my fingernails into my forearms to prevent myself from moaning like a porn star.

I waited until he was leaned back and relaxed grinning like a Cheshire cat. I brought my legs up, planted my feet firmly on the mattress, arched my back, and surged my body upwards. I caught him off guard and I succeeded in bucking him off of me. I didn’t spare him a second glance as I giggled and quickly rolled off the other side of the bed.

Stephen was still propped half on and half off the opposite side of the mattress when I landed on my feet, stuck out my tongue, and shouted. “The answer is still, no.”

Quick as a flash, my fit as hell doctor jumped to his feet as lithe and as predatory as a jungle cat. He slowly stalked his way around the bed. An embarrassing squeak peeled out of my mouth as I frantically searched for an escape route. I eyed the door to the bathroom and took off towards it. My heart was pumping in my chest and exhilaration rushed through my veins. I pushed my legs to carry me faster across the room.

Slamming the bathroom door open, I spun round on my heels to close and lock myself safely inside the room, but I was tackled by a two ton freight train as Stephen burst the doorway just seconds after I did. He firmly pinned me against his muscular body with one hand and reached over a flicked the light switch on with the other hand. Then his fingers snaked into my

hair and he pulled my head back and crashed his lips over mine. He continued to back me up until my ass was pressed against the marble vanity countertop.

I could only cling to those broad shoulders as I was swept away on a wave of primal heat. My boyfriend continued to devour my mouth like I was his last meal. His hands went to the waistband of my jeans and his big fumbled with the buttons before roughly pulling them free and parting the material to reveal the fact I’d gone commando underneath my jeans.

My mouth watering surgeon groaned into my mouth when his questing fingers met with nothing but the naked flesh of my swollen erection. He pulled his lips away from mine, “This is all the proof I need right here, and baby, I can’t get enough of you either.” He whispered before he dropped to his knees in front of me and unceremoniously swallowed the length of my shaft down to the back of his throat.

Oh my good Lord, my spine went ramrod straight, my hips thrust forward begging him to take more of me. My fingers locked into fists in his hair. Stephen began bobbing his head, that warm slick mouth slid up and down on my member. The wet slurping sounds he was making was almost obscene and so freaking hot. His tongue traced the vein on the underside of member, and I wobbly knees knocked together.

My pelvis took on a mind of it’s own as I rolled and swayed with the decadent suction action of his talented mouth. I went to throw my head back and revel in the wicked glide of his busy tongue, but I caught our reflection in the mirrored tiles that made up the wall behind my customized bathtub. I had immediately fallen in love with the design when I first laid eyes on this room once I properly moved in with Jackson however many years ago, but being able to watch Stephen on his knees in front of me with my cock sliding in and out of his mouth almost floored me.

With my eyes glued to the mirror, I fucked my boyfriend’s face like I was putting on a show. A filthy, nasty, no holds bard presentation of voyeurism starring only us. I needed to share this, Stephen needed to see us locked together like this. It was almost hypnotic to watch his movements and how my body countered them.

I managed to slowly wiggle my body around, and without breaking his brutal pace, Stephen just followed my movements until my back was pressed against the wall opposite the

tub and we were positioned sideways so both apur reflections and what we were doing was clear as day in the mirrored wall.

“Babe, baby…Look” I panted as I tapped his shoulder. I was desperately trying not to come before he got a glimpse of our erotic display. My balls quivered and churned with the need to spew my seed like an angry volcano.

I watched as Stephen’s eyes popped open and he looked up at me. My knees wobbled yet again at the pure blast of heat pouring from his gaze. My throat dried up like the Mojave Desert and I could only point in the direction of the mirrors.

My handsome man followed the direction in which I was pointing. I watched his head turn and I knew the minute he saw our reflections staring back at us. Stephen released a low rumbling groan around the girth of my member planted firmly in his mouth. The vibrations went straight to my already primed balls, and that was all I needed. I could only grunt as liquid fire pulsed up the length of my rod and shot straight down my love’s throat.

My hips rocked forward as if I wanted to crawl right into Stephen’s body. My head shook from side to side as he continued suckling me like he was seeking sustenance. My over sensitized flesh couldn’t take the stimulation anymore and I pushed him off a second before my liquified knees gave out. I didn’t have to worry about hurting myself on the tiled floor because my love easily caught me and brought me to sit down cradled in between those powerful thighs.

I couldn’t help the sated smile that curved my lips when I noticed the giant wet spot on the front of his slacks. I was happy he got off as well “That was awesome.” I mumbled still floating in my post coital bliss.

“Yeah, that was epic baby, but you still need to admit it.” He chuckled and I decided to give this one to him.

I turned myself around until I was mostly facing him. “You’re right babe. You’ve got me addicted to you. I love you.” I whispered against his kiss swollen lips.

“I love you too.” He responded before sealing those luscious lips over mine and kissed me senseless. Yep, I totally belonged to this man and I am one hundred percent okay with that.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

(Hospital Cafe)

Luis…

I stood up and shook Mrs. Reynolds’ hand, the Nursing Recruiter in the Human Resources office of the hospital. I came in and applied for the open Oncology Nurse position on a whim. The Nurse Manager of Cancer Center had practically tripped over herself in her enthusiasm to hire me, and I was slightly disappointed I got the position not because of my nursing skills. It was because of who I’d been married to and I have a suspicion my new position had to do with who I was dating as well. The woman had barely glanced over resume, she didn’t even look at my references, although she did gush over my degrees and training certificates.

I still felt like I was only being hired because of the Randall money flowing through the place. I must admit, after all the money Jackson’s family donated to medical facility they’d actually named for old man Randall. Then in regards to Stephen, who is the resident golden child, the pampered Surgeon who brings in the mega bucks with his brilliance and his awe inspiring reconstructive surgeries on burn patients. It seemed that I needed nothing other than those facts about myself to snag any position I wanted.

What a coup it must be for Nursing Administration to capture not only the beneficiary of a prime trust donor, but also the boyfriend of their highest money making doctor. Talking about keeping everyone happy, everyone except for me. I almost wanted to refuse the position, but I can no longer sit home on my laurels doing nothing all day but checking in with Myles, and waiting for my sexy beast of a boyfriend to finish his work for the day. I’m bored out of my fucking mind and I knew I had to do something when I considered going out to lunch with my sister because I had nothing else to do.

Lord knows I have been avoiding her and my mother like the plague. I didn’t feel like being interrogated about my relationship with Stephen. I didn’t need my sister’s passive aggressive crap and butting into my affairs under the guise of making sure that I was mentally in the right frame of mind or my Chi was aligned or some such nonsense. If Danielle actually believed in mind over body and all that then I would be tempted to listen to her, but she’s just prattling to her herself speak. I love her, but sometimes I just wanted to tell her to shut up and go

away. My mother wasn’t any better, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree when it came to those two.

With Jackson and I, they had the class to stay away unless they were invited to our home or any other functions due to his declining health. Now, I’m getting several messages a day from both Dani and my mother about getting together with Stephen and I. I know that they all got on like a house on fire at the beach house but for some reason, I didn’t want them in my private life any more than necessary. They tend to smother me and personally I just didn’t feel like dealing with them at all. I’ll talk to Stephen later about maybe having a brief dinner out somewhere and hopefully that will appease their curiosity.

“Luis…Hey Luis.” I heard someone calling my name as I loosened my tie while walking towards the elevators that would take me upstairs to Stephen’s office. I turned to see Aubrey rushing towards me looking very smart in his dark gray slacks, his dress shoes, and lab cost flapping behind him.

A smile curved my lips, “Hey buddy.” I greeted my friend as he came skidding to a stop in front of me. Aubrey has always been beautiful, but now looking at his flushed cheeks and the increased confidence radiating from him instead of his almost crippling shyness. Like this, he transcended from beautiful, he is simply stunning and I told him so, only to receive another pretty blush.

“You’re looking good yourself Luis. Are you busy, do you have time to have lunch with Rosa and I?” He asked, and I thought why the hell not.

“Sure, it’s been a long time since we’ve gotten together. You can tell me all about taking your Dr. Delicious off the market, yeah I’ve heard all the rumors.” I teased and my friend just to see him turn a deeper shade of pink while grabbing my hand and hauling me down the hall towards the café.

“Well, I’ve heard all the rumors as well…Hmm…All about you snapping up the head of our Burn Unit, a mouth watering silver fox, I must say. A little birdie has even told me about the intimately romantic meals being shared in his huge executive office.” He whispered and it was my turn for my face to go thermonuclear. I didn’t know whether to panic or die laughing about our business being put out there like that.

Aubry must have picked up on my mixed emotions because he bumped my shoulder with his own before stating, “That bit is between you and I and a certain nurse practitioner that would peel the face off anyone who dare besmirches her beloved docs name.”

The memory of working here came rushing back to me when I saw the familiar double lines leading towards the different food serving stations in the café. I was about to say something when a slender little world came rushing our way. “Come on, come on. This is one of the rare times I can actually get away from my desk to have lunch.”

Once we went through the line and chose what we wanted to eat, I offered to pay for everyone’s meal but I was quickly shut down. My friends actually paid for my lunch since they received an employee discount on the price of our food. We found an empty table on the other side of the large room. Our tablet faced the double doors of the café entranceway. It was fun to sit here and talk to them after all this time. My soup almost went down the wrong pipe when Aubrey told me about the witch clique in ICU getting fired and why.

The poor baby, I am glad that Dr. Malone had his back when those evil bitches attempted to set him up for malpractice. As timid as he was back then, I could only imagine how the sharks had descended upon him. Rosa and I were busy making him blush by asking him if he and Dr Delish have ever done the do in an empty hospital room, or supply closet when Aubrey quickly sat up straight and smiled at whomever it was he saw over my shoulder. His creamy skin literally ignited and lit up like a lighthouse beacon calling the ships home on a stormy night.

“Mmm…Hmm…That’s all it takes for this one. One look at his Master and fuck off with the rest of the world.” Rosa mumbled but she had a sweet smile on her face. My head snapped around so fast, I must have looked like one of those googly eyed trolls the way I felt my eyes pop out of their sockets as I stared at her. She returned my flabbergasted glare with a confused one of her own. Then her expression cleared when she must have realized what she said because her eyes went wide and she waved her hands in front of her.

Aubry’s attention was focused solely on his Dom, huh, who would have thought sweet, shy little Aubry would…But then again, from what I’ve heard about the lifestyle. I can see someone as introverted and shy as baby boy here flourishing under the love and attention of a good Dominant. The lifestyle had always intrigued me when I younger and single. Before I met

Jackson, I had dabbled here and there and learned a few things, but I never had the chance to get ant further into after I made Jackson my number one priority in life.

I had to turn in my seat to see the man who had my friend so enraptured. For all my teasing about Dr. Delicious, I haven’t actually laid eyes on the man up close. Rosa smirked and raised a perfectly arched brow as if daring me to turn around. I stuck out my tongue at her before I did, and oh my sweet baby Jesus, my tongue nearly flew back down my throat.

Not only was the most delicious looking Cardiologist headed our way, so was my equally gorgeous Surgeon. They were dressed to impress in their starched dress shirts and perfectly coordinated neckties, their tailored dark slacks, and pristine dress shoes. Their lab coats where startling white against their tanned skin. The both of them were walking and laughing side by side was this little gay boy’s wet dream come true. “Good God.” Slipped breathlessly out of my mouth and I heard the quietly whispered, “That he is.” From my equally awed little friend across the table. Rosa just snickered at us as our men came to a stop directly in front of our table.

Aubrey hopped up without a care in the world, wrapped his slender arms around his husband, and planted a kiss on his lips that was a little too heated for polite company. I quietly looked away and scanned the room to give them some privacy. Some people were looking in our direction some with envious smiles, and of course, some with open disgust, but mostly the arduous couple was ignored altogether. This must be a usual occurrence between these two.

“Hey Babe, how was your interview?” Stephen was a little bit more discreet with his PDA as he slipped into the chair next to me and gave me a sweet but brief peck on my lips.

“It went well, I got the job. We can talk about it later. I didn’t know you and Dr. Malone were acquaintances.” My mind was running a mile a minute. As it seems, Dr. Malone isn’t just a pretty face, he’s also a Dominant, and the more I studied him was the more you can see that carefully concealed power just shimmering under the surface of his professional persona.

I studied Stephen out of the corner of my eye and my breath hitched in my throat. He was studying me with an intense stare. My mind automatically reeled back to all of our sexual encounters and I must admit there’s been an even amount give and take between the both of us in bed. There is no doubt that he controlled my body like he made it, but I never felt like I was being dominated by my gorgeous boyfriend. The sexy smirk on his luscious lips was saying

something else altogether. I quickly peeked over at Rosa, and she had her arms crossed over her chest and she nodded her head as if agreeing with my mental assessment of this new twist in my relationship.

Holy Hell, I squirmed in my seat and tried to relieve the pressure of my zipper pressing into the turgid flesh of my almost instantaneous hard on, just the possibility of Stephen being a hard ass Dominant had my cock standing up and saluting the man. My logical thought process was not in agreement with my excited body parts in no way shape or form, and this was definitely not the place to delve deeper into this subject.

When my eyes snapped back to glare at Stephen, he had the temerity to wink at me before leaning over and whispering, “Later.” Against my lips.

I just nodded my head and gave Aubrey my attention as he introduced me to the love of his life. I couldn’t help the smile that split my face at how proud Aubrey was of his husband, how confident he was standing beside his man. It’s like he blossomed from this beautiful little bud into a glorious flower in full bloom. It was heartwarming to see. I knew my little friend when even giving report to the oncoming shift was a chore for him. Now he was a Nurse Manager responsible for his entire department.

We all squeezed in around the table and the delicious doctors picked off everyone’s plate and conversation flowed around us. It was really nice and we had just made plans for all of us to get together over the weekend to have dinner and maybe catch a show. The overhead system flared to life and Dr. Malone’s name was broadcasted as he was summoned to call somewhere in the hospital. I watched as he quickly kissed his man and wished us a good afternoon before trotting out of the café doors.

Rosa and Aubrey where next to leave our impromptu lunch party, and then it was just Stephen and I remaining sitting side by side. I turned my head and rested my chin on my shoulder. I had to ask the question that was burning on the tip of my tongue since Rosa let it slip that Dr. Malone was more than Aubrey’s spouse. “Are you in the lifestyle, Stephen? Are you a Dominant?”

His gorgeous eyes glittered as he looked down at me. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip and a little shiver of delight skittered down the length of my spine. “When I was younger, I

did get into the lifestyle and practiced for some time. I was even trained first as a submissive before I trained as a Dominant. The Master who trained me insisted that all Dominants must know first hand the strength and level of trust a submissive places in our hands. As the years went on, and the more time I devoted to my career and helping my patients. I had no time to devote a submissive.“ He explained as he brushed my hair off my forehead.

“My kinks if you can call it a kink, was that I need to have total control in the bedroom, whether I’m kneeling at your feet while I inhale your dick, or you are sitting astride my hips and riding me into oblivion. I like control my partners pleasure.” I almost groaned out loud as his words registered and my member throbbed with the need to come.

“I’m no Saint baby, and I have had friends with benefits who fulfilled those needs without an intricately set up scene on bonds and toys, of pain and endorphins rushes. I don’t need those things. So to answer your question, I know about the lifestyle. I have been trained as a Dominant, but no I am not practicing nor do I have the urge to practice the lifestyle unless….”

He left his sentence dangling expectantly as he raised an eyebrow at me and I could feel my face flush as the image of a Dominant Stephen standing like a the sex God he is over my bound and kneeling form flashed in my brain. I couldn’t find the words to explain this particular fantasy to my man. I stared right back at him all wide eyed and speechless, not having a clue as to what to say or even do. I was so hard, I just knew if a made any sudden movements my shaft would probably snap right off. Oh help, situations like this should be legal.

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Stephen

(Sexy Stephen)

I could happily strangle Luis right about now. I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since he had brought up his possible interest in the lifestyle the other day at lunch. I haven’t been able to get the image of his interested gaze out of my head. The way those dark chocolate eyes lit up with heated interest when he looked up at me. The clear desire burning in his gaze left me wondering if I still had in me to give my little love a scene. I flopped over onto my stomach and winced as my rigid shaft rubbed against the cotton sheets, another reminder that my body wanted Luis’ slender body underneath mine right about now.

Lifting my head from underneath my pillow and looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It was late, or early, depending on how you looked at it, at just after one in the morning. I was in surgery most of the day yesterday. By the late afternoon, I had managed to finally get out of the operating room. Then, I spent nearly three hours on the unit seeing my other various patients, and following up on Rosa’s morning rounding and progress notes. I’d only got the chance to speak to Luis briefly once during my evening rounds, it just long enough of a conversation for me to know that he spent most of his day with his attorneys. He was still mulling over whether or not to accept the position he was offered as a nurse in the hospital.

Personally, I didn’t think I’d be able to get anything done with Luis working just a few floors below my burn unit. Knowing that he was that close on a daily basis would tempt me beyond reason. Also I didn’t like that kiss ass Nurse Manager on the floor where he would be working. She’s a pretentious bitch, a social climbing one at that. I already knew that she has no interest in Luis’ amazing resume and skills as a Nurse, it’s his so called social connections as a Randall that she was after. It was also a bonus that he’s mine. She is more than willing to try to use my boyfriend to elevate her own status and popularity with administration.

My baby wasn’t a fool, he had pointed out her obvious aspirations to me as his main reason for not accepting her offer right away. I didn’t have to say a word or voice my opinion at all. I would have much preferred it if Luis chose to come and work for me on the unit, but I already have Rosa in the position as my Nurse Practioner, and I didn’t want to put Luis in that position of working for his love interest yet again like his early days with Jackson. Besides, like I said before, I wouldn’t get any work done and neither would he in such close proximity to each other all the time. I rolled over onto my back and laughed at myself with the realization of how quickly that beautiful man has managed to turn me into a love sick sap.

Giving up on the wonderful idea that wa sleep, I threw back the covers and slid out of bed. I didn’t even bother to throw on my robe as I padded across the plush beige carpet of my bedroom. I trudged downstairs and flipped the switch on the wall and blinked as the lights in the kitchen illuminated the room. Maybe some hot chocolate would settle me enough to maybe get into a peaceful sleep.

Pulling the ingredients from the cabinet and some milk from the fridge, I went about making myself a mug full of hot cocoa. It was a good thing I’m not due for surgery in the morning, and I’m not on call for the O.R. either. I’d be useless to the poor patients with my lack of sleep. The milk began to bubble in the small saucepan, I quickly removed it from the burner and poured the steaming liquid into the mug I’d already filled with the cocoa mix.

After leaving the steaming mug to cool for a minute, I rinsed the pot and placed it on the drying rack. I reclaimed the mug and carried my warm drink back upstairs and settled myself on the bed with my back resting against the headboard. I took a sip of the hot creamy cup of chocolate goodness, letting the soothing warmth of the liquid comfort spread from inside out. I was on my second sip when my phone beeped an incoming text message alert. I picked up the phone and swiped my finger and unlocked the device. I opened my messages and my eyebrows went up into my hairline, my jaw dropped, and I nearly dropped the steaming hot mug of chocolate all over my instantaneous hard on.

It was a good thing I wasn’t a hardcore, full time Dominant, because if I was, I’d punish the ever living shit out of Luis, then lock his delicious cock in a cage for weeks. I’d deny him an orgasm for months for this little stunt. My man had me panting like a bitch in heat with the short video he sent me. Luis titled it missing you, and fuck, if the image didn’t have me missing him even more than I was already was. I sat there watching the short video over and over again, utterly transfixed with my rigid shaft throbbing under the thin layer of my well worn cotton boxer shorts.

“To hell with it” I thought as the idea struck me and I leaned over and placed the hot drink on the nightstand. I set the phone down on the pillow and connected the Bluetooth earpiece and positioned it in my ear. I raised my hips and tugged my underwear down and kicked them off y legs. The solid column of my rigid shaft bounced and slapped against my abdomen as I settled back against the pillows and returned my attention back to the phone. I swiped through my contacts until I pulled up Luis’ number and I tapped the send icon. I am sure he sent that little visual to get a reaction out of me, so I’m damn well going to make sure that he gets one, the little deviant.

After two rings, my little love answered the phone, his voice was a breathless as I had expected it to be, telling me that I caught him doing exactly what he’s sent me a picture of. But I purred out the obvious just to hear the delicious hiss he was sure going to bless me with.

“Mmm…baby, are you still bent over and teasing your finger around your pretty hole for me? Are you pretending that it’s me playing with your slick entrance, slowly preparing it to take my cock? Is it quivering for me?” I dropped my voice another octave or two with each seductive question I asked him.

Luis gave me the hiss I was looking for followed by a low drawn out groan of delight. The sound pulsed over the phone line like a like crackle of electrical energy that just flowed straight to my swollen balls. My cock twitched and pulsed out another shot of precum as I stoked along my length with the vivid picture of Luis bent over the sofa at the foot of his bed. That perfect tight ass naked and in the air, his hole glistening and invitingly wet with lube as he fingered himself for the camera.

“Yes…Yes, I wish you were here. I love to feel the burn of your thick fingers opening me up so you can fuck me.” He panted before releasing another one of his sweet little mewling noises.

“I am there with you baby , I am standing right behind you enjoying your show. Can you feel the heat of my body against those creamy thighs love as I watch you open yourself for me? Dip one of those fingers inside baby, show me how much you want me.” I growled as I continued to stroke myself just a bit faster. I was already completely lost to our little fantasy.

“Oh god, yes Stephen, I want you to watch me fuck myself on my fingers.” Luis moaned and I swear the noises he was making only managed to further ignite the fire already burning through my veins, turning the low heat into a full on conflagration of heated, raw desire.

“That’s it baby, yes, add another finger for me, open up and invite me in sweetness.” I encouraged, my voice now breathy, my balls drew up tight to my body, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I needed for my little love to come, so I started whispering filthy, nasty instructions to him. Telling him in detail how he was making my cock leak and drip for him. Letting him know exactly how I used my own fluids to lube my the length of my dick as I kept myself nice and hard for him and only him. I told him how amazing his tight channel would feel milking along my length as I plunged into him repeatedly.

Luis grunted and moaned for me when I told him to grab hold of his pretty prick and stroke it for me. I told him how close he had me to coming all over myself. I described in detail how my cock would disappear deep inside of him and reappear as I fucked him. “Now baby, come now for me. Let me hear you scream my name, knowing it’s me and only me that can hear you. Come now!” I commanded seconds before a groan was ripped from my throat when I heard Luis’ breathing stop completely, he inhaled deeply, and then he began to chant my name like he was praying. His voice hitched yet again before he grunted my name in one long drawn out groan.

“Fuck Stephen…yes, yes….Oh god….Ssssttteeephhheennn!” He keened and that was it for me. It felt my nuts exploded and a wave of heated lava churned it’s way up the length of my cock and erupted from the turgid head of my cock. My entire body shuddered as I threw my head back against the headboard, my spine curved off the pillows and I grunted out my release. It felt like it was never ending as I shot line after line of thick, white ejaculate all over myself.

I painted my abs, my chest, and even my chin with it. My ears were ringing but I still managed to hear Luis as he whimpered through his own orgasm on the other end of the phone. It was a good thing I had put my Bluetooth earpiece in at the last minute because I would have surely dropped he phone when the little minx made me spew all over myself.

“How can you be so fucking perfect, make me feel so fucking satisfied, sated, and loved even when you are not here?” Luis whispered as he settled down.

Reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside table, I pulled out a few and cleaned my self up. “Because that’s one of the things I need to do in order to make you happy as your man baby. It’s my responsibility to make sure that you want for nothing emotionally, mentally, and physically. If I can provide whatever it is you ay want or need, then you can bet you that you are going to get it.”

“You are so good to me.” Luis sighed sleepily through the phone.

“As you are to me love. Thank you for tonight or this morning I should say. Now it sounds like someone needs some sleep. Tell you what, we’ll both get some rest and I’ll pick you up in the afternoon for lunch. How’s that sound?”

“Hmm…that sounds perfect. Love you.” He whispered and I couldn’t help the smile that creased my face at how adorable he sounded.

“Love you too babe. Goodnight.” I waited until he disconnected like an infatuated teenage girl talking to her crush before hitting the end button and removing my earpiece. I was completely relaxed, as a matter of fact my whole body was the consistency of jello and my mind had turned to mush. I had no trouble falling into a deep dreamless sleep. My little love knew exactly what I’d needed, and boy did he deliver. He is so going to be rewarded when I see him again.

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Luis

The morning sun shimmered bright and clear through my bedroom window as I stretched the last remnants of sleep from of my sated body. Even after the cataclysmic orgasm I had the night before from phone sex with Stephen, my morning wood tented the sheets and I resisted the urge to reach for it and rub one out. I was going to see my love today and that was enough incentive for me to save it all up for him. I threw back the duvet and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I stretched again just because it felt so good the first time.

Getting up, I padded across the plush carpet towards my ensuite bathroom and turned on the lights. I used the bathroom, flushed, and turned on the multiple shower heads to let the water warm up. My mind drifted to a possible menu for lunch this afternoon. I needed to check the weather. With the sun shining so bright outside maybe Stephen and I could have lunch outdoors today. Maybe we can go to the park if the weather holds for a picnic.

Freshly showered and shaved, I walked back into my bedroom with the towel wrapped around my waist. I picked up the TV remote and turned on the flat screen television mounted on my bedroom wall. I found the news, turned up the volume, and walked into the closet to chose something to wear. I was in the middle of pulling out a pair of black slacks to match the gray button shirt already in my hand when I heard the news anchor say mention Jackson’s name. I bolted out of the closet and all the air in my body whooshed out of my mouth as I listened to the breaking news report.

“Breaking news. This morning a multi million dollar lawsuit has been filed against the estate of prominent business and multi billionaire Jackson Randall, Jr. By Michelle Randall, the ex-wife of Jackson Randall Sr. We caught up with Mrs. Randall and her attorney and she gladly agreed to give us her statement. The former spouse to the elder Randall stated that there was foul play performed by Jackson Randall, Jr.’s husband, Luis Randall. Claims have been made that the long time caretaker and husband of the deceased real estate mogul is a gold digger and he has lied to the public for years about his husband’s illness. Mrs. Randall further accuses Luis Randall of refusing anyone other than himself to care his husband in order to keep his lies intact. He refused anyone even Jackson’s own brother from seeing him in order to keep control of the family’s funds. She went on to say that documents have been filed in the lawsuit proving that Randall Jr. Did not die of lung cancer. The illness that had taken his life of the mogul was not mentioned but it was alluded that it made Randall Jr. Had AIDS and he was mentally unable to make any decisions in regards to his late father’s will and the rights to Matthew Randall’s inheritance which he’s never received from his father’s estate…

My knees gave out and bile bubbled up into my throat as I landed heavily on the edge of the bed. That fucking bitch. The very thing Jackson hadn’t wanted to come to light was now out there for everyone to see, speculate, and judge about. I’d never denied anyone access to Jackson, except for his last days when it was his wishes. He was of sound mind until the very end. His lawyers and his physician can account for that. What did that fucking bitch think she’ll gain other than a world of embarrassment and for the world to see just what kind of woman she truly is.

Oh my God, my mind was reeling. She is suing me for fucking what? Money she signed away for being a fucking whore. Shit, I need to talk to Miles. He said he’d taken care of this shit. My cell started ringing before I could find it. I finally snatched from the underneath the covers where I must have fallen asleep with it after talking to Stephen. Oh God, Stephen. What if he and saw and heard what those vultures were saying. He knew the truth, but how would he feel about being publicly linked to me with these accusations flying around for the media to pick apart.

“Miles, what the fuck is this? Since you’re calling me I can only assume that you have seen the morning news. Please tell me how this fuckng shit has gotten this far?” I screamed into the phone just as Melba pushed my bedroom door open. The look on her face told me she was not here to tell me breakfast is ready. I held up my finger and she quietly excused herself and closed the door behind her.

“Calm down Luis, and let me speak. I’ve already got my hands on the lawsuit. As it seems Matthew used his status as Jackson’s brother to convince a judge that you assaulted him when you were confronted about lying in regards to Jackson’s illness. The records were pulled not from his current physician but from the treatment clinic where you used to work in an attempted law suit that hasn’t gotten anywhere. So the circumstance of that is fishy in itself, and I will be looking into it. Next Michelle Randall is not aware of just how shrewd her ex-husband was and Jackson Jr. Was a chip right off the old block.” Miles reassured me, but my heart was still pounding away in my chest.

Miles continued on by informing me. “Both Randalls had things set up and in place not even you were aware of in the event that Michelle and her worthless son tried to milk the estate for more than what they’ve ever deserved. Michelle Randall has never been the smartest cookie in the bunch, hence her current situation. She should have had legal help but her greed once again prompted her to act foolishly. She hasn’t only signed away her right to more money and property of her divorce settlement, she also signed a sworn affidavit that she had indeed attempted to sexually assault Jackson Jr at the tender age of seventeen. And that is listed as the cause of action leading to why the marriage was irretrievably broken. The settlement that she received was not only her one time payout, but also a part of the sum Randall Senior awarded to Matthew, along with the condo in the city and another vacation house the family used when they were married. So ole Matty needs to ask Mommy about that.”

“There is a trust fund set up in Matthew’s name with his mother as the overseer of said funds until Matthew reaches the age of twenty-five, but she has somehow managed to blow through that as well. There are withdrawal receipts signed by her. She doesn’t have a leg to stand on Luis, and I am not sure this current attorney of hers like the others have been fully informed. It’s just unfortunate that this time the witch alerted the press. For that I am truly sorry.”

“I want those records sealed Miles. You more than anyone knows what Jackson’s wishes were. God bless that man, even from the grave he is looking out for me. The least I can do is survive a little mud slinging. Present whatever you need to present and I want it clear that the Randall Estate is counter suing for defamation of character and anything else you can throw at that bitch and her fucking piece of shit son. Bring it, Miles. I want her wrecked never to be able to show her face in polite society ever again. Bring up the assault if necessary, but other than that restore the Randall name. It meant so much to Jackson that he’d hidden a part of himself to protect it.” I disconnected the call after a few more words with Miles and I dragged my clothes on.

My day started out so well, and in a matter of minutes and with one news report my life is threatening to shatter around my ears all because of someone’s greed. Miles’ confidence did make me feel a bit better but what about if Jackson’s HIV status truly comes to light. They are making it look like I was the one to lie about his diagnosis. That I’m a gold digger. Fuck. My phone started ringing again and I saw Dani’s number flash across the screen. Oh hell no, I’m not ready to talk to her, Mom, or anyone else for that matter.

My foot had barely touched the bottom step before Melba and her husband, Thomas came rushing from the kitchen. “I’m sorry Luis, I had to order the gates closed and I’ve increased security around the house. A swarm of news vans showed up less than an hour ago and a photographer was caught trying to scale the back fence.” Thomas nervously wrung his hands while Melba looked on sympathetically.

“It’s alright Thomas, you did good. Call Karen, Jackson’s secretary at Randall enterprises have the PR department contact Miles, all statements to the media will be approved by him and him alone. Also have round the clock security arranged and the house phone calls other than from the gate forwarded to Karen. I do not want any visitors, no one other than Miles, and definitely don’t want to talk to or see my family right now.” I instructed and waited for their agreements before continuing my way to Jackson’s library.

My life was getting ready to be turned upside down. Some really ugly dynamics of my husband’s family are going to be exposed, if not my husband’s carefully guarded secret. I didn’t need Dani’s theatrics, prying, and accusations of not being up front with them. I didn’t need my mother’s quiet disapproval or my father’s impassiveness. They can wait and let me deal.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I was tempted to fling it against the wall and watch with utter satisfaction as it shattered. Five missed calls from Dani, two from my mother and one text message from Stephen. Damn, my fingers shook as they hovered over the screen, I dreaded to read the message to see what he had to say about this God awful situation.

“I’m on my way to you baby.” His message read and I sagged in relief in the chair behind Jackson’s massive desk before my spine snapped straight again with alarm.

Jesus, Stephen’s good name can’t be linked to mine right now with an impending scandal in the works. What will the hospital say? What will his patients have to say? No, no, no.

Fumbling with the phone, I tried to press the speed dial button to Stephen’s cell, just as Thomas appeared in the doorway.

“Security called Sir. There is a Dr. Giles at the gate.” He informed me and my heart plummeted.

“Hurry up and let him in before those vultures find out who he is and takes his picture or their gossip rags.”

“Yes Sir, right away.” Thomas responded as he held the phone to his ear to give security my instructions.

My nerves were shot and I tried to run my hands through my hair hoping I didn’t look as frazzled as I felt. Melba glided into the office carrying a tray and placed it on the small table situated at the side of the room.

“Your young man is on his way up the drive and you need to eat something.” She declared before giving me a stern look. She continued to glare at me until I made my way over to the table and sat down.

“Thanks Melba. I’ll serve myself and Stephen. Please show him to the library when he arrives.

She nodded and with a swish of her starched apron she was gone again. I lifted the covers to see toast, scrambled eggs, coffee, and bacon. My stomach rolled and I recovered the dishes of food. Maybe Stephen will eat before I send him on his way. He didn’t the negativity that will come from all of this. I buried my face in my hands and I could have bawled like a baby right about now. I’m going to have to send the man I love packing until this blows over, and if I know anything, I know that Stephen is going to refuse to go. He’s going to want to weather this storm with me. But how can I let him when all his hard work and reputation will be on the line? Fuck my life.

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Stephen

(The media frenzy)

To say I was irritated and worried about this new development was putting it too mildly. The camera flashes going off across the street as I pulled my car through Luis’ front gate was the least of my concerns. At least the local police were keeping those vultures on the other side of the road instead of having them swarming the now open entrance to the Randall Estate. My only concern at the moment was getting to Luis. He’d sounded so upset, and I’m sure he’s beyond livid about this new development. I know for a fact that he’s never so much as wanted a whisper of speculation about Jackson’s Junior true illness to ever be made public.

Personally, I don’t see why Jackson wanted to hide the fact that he’s had HIV to begin with in the first place. As a physician, I understand the emotional ramifications behind having the disease, the displaced shame and embarrassment a person may feel, especially if they’d contracted the illness through sexual contact with an infected person. Jackson may have had other reasons to hide his true illness from his family and the public, but I ’ve no idea what they were and I hope it’s worth putting Luis through all this stress. The entire situation could have been avoided if this was handled properly when Jackson was first diagnosed. The good the man could have done for HIV/AIDS awareness could have been unlimited.

No sooner than I’d pulled around the circular driveway and put my car in park, I was already pushing the door open and racing up the stairs towards the front door. The portal swung open and I’d barely managed to nod my head at Thomas before Melba stepped into the hall, and waved me towards Luis’ library. I rushed down the passageway and brushed a brief kiss to her fragrant cheek before entering the room. Luis was standing off to the side of the window looking out at the media circus lining across the street from his front gate.

“I got here as soon as I can, baby. Are you alright?” I asked as I wrapped his slender frame and brought him flush against my body. He melted into my chest as I rubbed a soothing hand up and down his back.

“Can you believe this shit, don’t these vultures have anything else do report on other than the true cause of someone’s death?” He cried with his face buried in my chest.

“Well baby, you know that Jackson wasn’t just a regular, day to day average person. He was a very prominent multi-millionaire businessman. An upstanding figure in the community with a well known lineage behind him. So this is news, the fact that he’d hidden his true diagnosis is something everyone is going to speculate about. I hate to say it, but if Jackson had just admitted it in the first place then none of this wouldn’t be happening. Why the secrecy, babe? I hate to ask, but I’m just trying to understand.” I quickly added when I felt his body tense up against mine.

Luis sighed deeply before pulling out of my arms and walking back over towards the window. With his back turned towards me he tiredly replied. “In the beginning Jackson avoided talking about his feelings about being infected. It took a lot of time and a total measure of trust in me to finally open up about how it was his own fault and his over inflated feelings of privilege that caused his promiscuous behavior resulting in him contracting the disease. He felt so ashamed, no matter what I said, and no matter what the counselors had to say, it didn’t make any difference in his depression and self loathing. It didn’t help that his father’s holier than thou attitude in regards to their wealth and prominence in the community spurred Jackson to feel like he failed his heritage.”

“By the time his health began to fail, Jackson’s father was going through a messy divorce with his stepmother. His stepbrother was already acting out. Something had happened between Jackson and his stepmother that had caused the rift in his father’s already troubled marriage and he’s felt responsible for it as well. He’d already had a mountain of blame on his shoulders and then he added his diagnosis to it as well. He wasn’t just ashamed by being positive, he was downright appalled by way he got it.”

“Jackson swore he didn’t want to disgrace the family name any more than he already had, and at the time I’d just wanted to ease his mind, and I promised to keep his secrets. His stepmother’s lawyers failed to make a case and she had to take the divorce settlement or walk away with what she came into the marriage with, which was nothing much. Now the greedy bitch wants more and she wants to somehow use Jackson’s diagnosis to get it.” He explained as he turned back to me with sad, tired eyes.

My feet immediately carried me across the room and I once again gathered him up into my arms. My heart went out to him, I can understand the pain and denial Jackson must have felt trying to cope with the knowledge his life had a time stamp on it. I mean, everyone knows that at some point that they’re going to die. But to actually be told that because you were irresponsible, you contracted a sexually transmitted disease. One that has no cure, and that it will surely cut your lifespan in half even with treatments is a very bitter pill to swallow for anyone.

Keeping Jackson’s secrets just showcased Luis’ character eve more. His loyalty, his caring and his nurturing nature. Luis had even gone as far as marrying the man, provided him with companionship, and protection until Jackson drew his last breath. Luis was still prepared to fight for Jackson and his right to privacy even now that the man is gone. Could I love this man anymore than I already love him?

“Baby, it’s going to be alright. What she is trying to do and the means she is using to do it is illegal. Your lawyer must know this, hell, her attorney must know this. It’s just unfortunate that she’s released this information to the media. But it’s not something that can’t be quieted, or maybe a positive spin can be worked around it. Nothing is impossible and if the truth about Jackson’s diagnosis does come out, neither Jackson or his father is alive to be hurt anymore by it. People may question your marriage, but they don’t know what went on for real behind closed doors and it’s none of their business.” I pulled him even tighter into my chest and rubbed soothing circles into his back.

“You are HIV negative. Do you give a shit about society and the stigma placed on people who’ve married or dated a positive person? I definitely don’t so don’t worry about me. I’ll handle my reputation, it’s not on you to place that worry on your head as well.” I stated as he released another heartfelt sigh under my chin.

“Well, this is cozy. I guess you have the emotional support down pact. Now it’s time for me to provide the legal support to kick this bitch’s ass back to the trailer park where she came from.” A man’s amused voice had my head snapping up and turning towards the open library door.

A tall and very handsome blond man was casually leaning against the door frame looking at us with an amused smirk curving his lips. He was impeccably dressed in a designer slim fit dark three piece business suit, with shiny black Cesare Paciotti shoes. A leather Gucci messenger bag hung from his shoulder. He looked like a million bucks and if he was Luis’ lawyer, his time probably cost as much. I can only hope that he’s worth it.

“Hey Myles, thanks for coming. Let me introduce you. Myles Callahan, meet Dr. Stephen Giles. Stephen, this Myles, of Callahan & McMahon, Attorney’s of Law and my good friend.” Luis stated as his lawyer glided across the room and stretched out a well manicured hand for me to shake.

“Nice to finally meet you, Stephen. May I call you Stephen? Luis brags about you all the time. I feel like I know everything about you already.” He smugly smirked in Luis’ direction, and I had to smile because my baby was busy rolling his eyes at the counselor. You can tell that they were more than attorney and client. They were really good friends.

“Girlfriend, I got your call this morning and I did some digging on the former Mrs. Randall and her waste of space son. You’re going to love the new shit I’ve found on them. I came right over. Here gurl, hold my purse. We going to kick their asses by the end of the day today.” Myles stated as he actually handed Luis his bag and made a beeline for the coffee tray Melba had set do town sometime within the last few minutes.

“Child, do I need to get the vaseline and take off my earrings?” Luis commented with a straight face while snapping his fingers in the air. And the laughter I was trying to hold in during Myles’ comedic exaggerations bubbled out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it and I chortled until tears built up in my eyes. Luis and Myles cracked up right along with me, and it warmed my heart to see the signs of this morning stress vanish from Luis’ beautiful face. It tickled me to watch these professional men act like a set of hyped up young women getting ready to throw down street style for each other.

Once we all sobered up, Myles waved us over to the table with coffee in hand. He sat down and pulled several files from his bag and proceeded to go through the whole lot with us. I was actually impressed that he was able to gather such incriminating evidence against the former Mrs. Randall’s current financial situation. It had been a mere matter of hours for some of the documents, but he still managed to get a hold of them. I guess Myles was worth every penny he charged and then some.

I tried to keep my face from showing my shock at the mention of Luis’ actual net worth. I knew the Randall’s were wealthy. They’d come from old money, but to actually hear the figure leaning closer to billions. I know for a fact, even as well to do I as I am, and with the many blessings my medical practice has afforded me, I’ll never see that many zeros in my lifetime. Jackson had willed everything to Luis to reward his husband for his unconditional love and loyalty. The businesses the Randall’s owned were operated by trained board members and committees overseen by Myles’ office on Luis’ behalf. The man would never ever have to work again unless he chose to do so which I know he does, it’s in his nature to take care of people.

As Myles went through his outline of the case he is building against the former in-laws, starting with a cease and desist order for the media. I zoned out and tried to think of way to keep my angel stress free and out of the public eye until this storm blows over. He was already avoiding everyone, including his own family members. From what I’ve witnessed with my own eyes and what Luis has verbally shared about them, especially his intrusive sister and his manipulative mother. I am sure he didn’t want to have to deal with their twenty questions as well.

Luis needed some peace and quiet. He is the one who needs someone to take care of him now instead of the other way around. I’m going to be the one to be there for him, to protect and love him. With my decision made, I pulled out my phone and I sent off a series of text messages to Rosa to carry out at my office. I’ll need her help in juggling my schedule amongst other things in order to be available for Luis. It’s time someone put him above everything else. We are going to weather through this together.

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

(Luis’ indoor pool and jacuzzi)

Luis

With a heartfelt sigh escaping through my slightly parted lips, I threw my pen down of the stack of notes I’d been making for the past few hours. I brought both hands up to my face and rubbed my tired eyes. Myles and his team of legal assistants were busy implementing our previously discussed plans against the Ex-Randall’s, and so far everything on that front was going as planned. The woman and her spineless excuse for a son don’t have a valid claim on any part of Jackson’s estate, but their greed won’t let them give up their pathetic attempts to try to get something they aren’t entitled to.

Michelle Randall had signed away all her rights to her late husband’s money not only once, but twice. The first time was when she’d signed the prenuptial agreement before she exchanged her wedding vows with Jackson Senior, and again when the man divorced her. She had greedily accepted to the more than generous divorce settlement’s payment amount. If she’d been smart, she would’ve sought out a financial planner and an attorney to manage her financial affairs.

If she’d made the right decisions from the start of their relationship, then both her and her son could have lived comfortably for the rest of their lives. But greed and frivolousness, and just plain stupidity on her part has left them almost broke and desperate for cash. That wasn’t my problem and it will never be my problem. They’ve now tried to make it my concern by doing something as underhanded and petty as to bringing into question the state of Jackson Junior’s mental and physical health before his death into this impossible equation. And that is something I won’t stand for.

As much as I’d disagreed with Jackson’s decision about revealing his true diagnosis. I tried to encourage him by telling him that maybe his story would help others facing the same issues he was living through. But the right to do so has always his, and I have respected his decision to this very day.

My head snapped up at the knock on the office door and I called out for whomever it was to enter. Thomas poked his head through the door as if checking my mood before he smiled and swung the door wide open. He carried a laden tray over to my desk, and I shuffled my papers out of the way for him to place the tray in front of me.

“Master Stephen was very adamant for Melba and I to make sure you’re eating at the appropriate times. He said we’re to actually use force if necessary and if that didn’t work we’re to call his office and they’ll immediately locate him for us.” He gleefully informed me as he removed the covers off my dinner plates with a flourish.

Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but to laugh as the man wiggled his bushy eyebrows at me. His darling wife, Melba seemed to adore my man and I can’t blame her, the sexy bastard was too charming for his own good. He’s even managed to coerce my staff into doing his bidding. So I did the only thing I could in a moment like this. “Well Thomas, I thank both you and Melba for taking such extraordinary care of me as usual. I know you would despite my boyfriend’s encouragement.”

“Eat up. I wouldn’t want to have to lie to Master Stephen when he calls to check if you’ve eaten.” Thomas replied, giving me a jaunty salute before striding out of the room.

Looking at the spread in front of me, my stomach actually grumbled making it painfully clear that I hadn’t eaten since earlier in the day. I picked up my knife and fork and tucked into the perfectly roasted chicken breast along with the steamed vegetables. My mind wandered back to the plans I was tentatively making. I just needed Myles to have his end of the arrangements in place before I can implement the things I wanted to set in motion. For the time being though, I needed to have a conversation with my annoying sister in hopes of getting both her and my mother off my case.

Dani’s left me numerous text messages and voicemails followed up by our mother using the, “I’m neglecting her,” guilt trip in order for them to get knee deep all up in my business as usual. It’s tiring having to deal with them and this mess that Michelle Randall and her greed has created in my life. I wondered how upset Stephen would be if I decided to get out of town for a while until this debacle blows over. I’d never ask him to leave his patients in order to accompany me to wherever I may decide to go. I’m not even sure if I’m even going anywhere, but the idea was there in the back of mind.

Setting down my fork and knife, I recovered the remnants of my meal and picked the tray up to carry it back to the kitchen. I made sure that everything was securely put away before turning off the light and closing the office door behind me with my free hand. Thomas was sitting at the built in island sipping on a cup of tea and Melba was wiping off the already spotless counter tops when I entered the kitchen. She rushed over to take the tray from and I sidestepped her in order to place it next to the sink for her.

Leaning over, I kissed her on her cheek. “Thank you, as always your cooking is a culinary delight. I managed to do it justice. You guys take the evening and the morning off and get some rest and relaxation. I’m going to sleep in late, or at least try to.” I said before leaving them to their own devices. Stephen was still working, he had a full schedule today and I’m sure he’s going to remain in house until every one of his patients are settled in and stable for the evening before I hear from him.

Once I made it upstairs to my bedroom, I veered off towards the master suite’s closet. A nice long soak in the heated jets of the jacuzzi would work wonders on my aching muscles. Tension and stress can be a bitch on the body. My neck and shoulders felt like they’ve been twisted in a vice. Hell, I lived in a mansion with all the bells and whistles, which includes an indoor jacuzzi and pool. I haven’t used either one in a really long time. I was always too busy taking care of Jackson to indulge about such luxuries, but I know thanks to Thomas, both the jacuzzi and the pool would be in pristine working order.

I made quick work of slipping out of my clothes and grabbed a pair speedos. I took a brisk shower. I don’t know why, but it’s always been a habit of mine to shower before I immerse myself in the hot tub. I know I ’d only have to wash off the chlorine all over again when I got out, but hey, that’s just me. I dried most of the moisture off my body before wiggling into my swimming shorts. I grabbed my cell phone and slung a towel over my shoulder as I headed downstairs and towards the back of the house.

“Off for a swim Sir. “ Thomas asked as I walked up him as he was exiting the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’m going to soak for a bit in the jacuzzi then I’m going to call it a night.” I replied as the man nodded his head at me and I continued making my way to the pool area. The closer I got to the pool area was the stronger the smell of chlorine. The scent wasn’t pungent or overbearing, but it was still there letting me know that like everything else in this house. The rarely used pool area was kept in optimum working order.

Stepping into the indoor pool area was like stepping into another world. The pool and jacuzzi was surrounded by elegant cream and tan marble tiles. Stone Lion head carvings were on the cream walls, separated by floor to ceiling mirrors. The room was the picture of opulence. It always reminded me of those luxury Roman baths from Caesar’s era. Walking over to the jacuzzi, I pressed the buttons on the wall and the tubs jets whirled to life. The chlorinated water churned and bubbled and I turned on the heat. I dropped my towel on the lip of the hot tub and kicked off my sandals.

With my hands on my hips, I rolled my shoulders while turning my head from side to side trying to alleviate the tightness in my muscles. Steam started rising off the surface of the water and I stuck my hand into the bubbles to check the temperature before climbing into the swirling waters. My ass hit the curved seat and a sigh of utter contentment fluttered out of my throat as the heat and pulsing of the jets hit me directly on my sore spots. It felt like heaven. I laid back and rested my head against the padded head rest.

Like any red blooded human male receiving pleasurable stimulation of any kind on any part of their body, my cock woke up and took interest by plumping up and straining the fabric of my briefs. But I kept my hands away from my over eager organ and let my body float as it soaked up the heat and relaxed even more under the pounding jets of water. My eyes closed and my mind went blank of everything except the relaxing sensations causing my muscles to go absolutely and completely lax.

I didn’t even hear the approaching footsteps on the marble tiles until the deep spine tinging tones of Stephen’s voice had my eyes snapping open. “Mm…You surely make a delectable sight, Mr. Randall.”

A sultry smile curved my lips as I continued to float on the surface of the bubbling water giving him a full frontal view of the entire length of my body, engorged dick and all.

“Care to join me, Dr. Giles. The water is perfect.” I teased as I delicately ran my fingers over the ripples of my abdominal muscles.

Stephen tilted his head to the side and studied me for a minute. A sexy smirk crossed his face and he shrugged out what looked like his custom tailored suit jacket. His capable hands went to his tie and he untied the perfect Windsor knot and dropped the silken material on top of his discarded jacket. My eyes ate him up as he continued his strip out of every stitch of clothing he was wearing. By the time he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band of his designer underwear, the bulbous head of my shaft was already protruding through the waistband of my speedos.

I licked my suddenly dry lips and swallowed the whimper of desire threatening to splutter out of my mouth. Damn, my man was a sight to behold. All those muscles rippling, and the big beautiful cock, that I already know was capable of making me lose my ever loving mind on full display for me to enjoy. My mouth watered as I watched the bubbles kissing the expanse of his skin like my tingling lips were aching to do.

Before the surprised gasp left my lips, I found myself stripped of my swim trucks, and I was straddling Stephen’s thick thighs and blinking up into his half lidded, hypnotic eyes.

He leaned forward and I full body shudder shook my frame as he pressed those talented lips against my throat and whispered. “Hmm…my own sexy little water nymph.”

A swear a whimper of pure unadulterated desire piped out of me as Stephen rocked his hips and rubbed the wide bulbous head of his glorious dick underneath my engorged ball sack. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a dive for his delectable mouth. My lips locked onto his and I felt his shaft throb and jerk against my groin. My hips took on a mind of their own as they began rocking in time to my man’s jabbing thrusts. The heat of the water and the force of a well-aimed jet along the crack of my ass had me rolling my hips and gyrating against Stephen like I was a professional stripper giving the lap dance of my life.

“That’s it baby, take what you need from me.” Stephen groaned as I continued to rub my turgid cock along the firm ridges of his eight pack abs.

The hairs of his happy trail added another dimension of mind numbing sensations and before I knew what was happening my balls tightened up even more, and just before I came I felt strong hands mercilessly gripping me by the hips. I was lifted right out of the water and I screamed out into the carnivorous space of the room as Stephen swallowed my cock to the hilt. I freaking saw stars bursting behind my eyelids as I scrunched them closed tight and came like a frigging geyser down his throat. He swallowed everything I had to give and when he gave me one last lascivious lick, I slid down the front of his body and resettled back onto his lap and if someone poured me back into the hot tub like the water it contained.

“As delicious as always.” My man quietly purred in my ear as my head lolled on his wide shoulder.

“Mnhuh.” Was the only sound I was capable of making at the moment. The man had once again fried my brain completely, but fuck, I love every minute of every heart stopping contact this man shared with me. My thought processes cleared up enough for me to reach between our water slick bodies for me to try and reciprocate the epic orgasm he’d given me, but my fingers wrapped around his semi-erect shaft instead of the ramrod steel rod I knew he is capable of achieving.

Stephen’s amused chuckle vibrated his massive chest and right through me as he answered my unspoken question. “Watching you come like that was enough for me precious, remind me to drain the tub when we get out.”

With a smile curving my lips, I gave his cock an affectionate squeeze before letting him go and cuddling my face back underneath his chin. What a perfect way to end my day. I sighed in utter contentment and just soaked up the joy and feelings of utter peace only holding my love in my arms could bring. There would be more than enough time later before bed for us to discuss our day. Right know I was a sated, happy puddle of goo and was extremely proud to admit it.

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

(Luis’ Front Security Gates)

Stephen

Throwing my shaving kit into the opened suitcase on the bed, I couldn’t help the snug smile curving my lips as I spied the handle of the shopping bag poking up from underneath my folded shirts. When Luis had mentioned taking a weekend away at the beach house, I was all for it. I’d immediately set it up with Rosa and over the past week, and she’d even gone as far as updating me on the current stores to get the items I was looking for, hence the shopping bag full of goodies. I’ve managed to clear my schedule and have a few colleagues on hand to fill in for me with my current patients.

God bless that little firecracker of a woman, I’m definitely going to have to give her a raise in pay. Rosa was worth more to me and my medical practice than anything else. She kept my professional life on track so that I was able to have the opportunity to enjoy my private life and spend some quality time with my man.

Our weekend plans are in place and I’m ready to take Luis away from stress of his legal issues, his money grubbing in-laws, his nosy family members, the relentless paparazzi, and the day to day stressors currently weighing him down. I plan on taking him completely apart this weekend. I’m going to take away his troubles and put him back together again. By the time our weekend is over, my hope is that my love will be more relaxed and revitalized. I want to free his mind to that he was better able to handle what life is currently trying to throw at him.

Also, I hope my plans will fulfill his little fantasy of having me fully dominate him. Ever since his friend had mentioned the lifestyle to Luis, I couldn’t help but to see the spark of interest in his sweet chocolate eyes. The more I’ve thought about it, the possible scenes that have ran through my mind over the last few weeks convinced me that we needed this little interlude. I haven’t practiced in the lifestyle for awhile, but it’s like riding a bike. You never forget the mechanics.

Having been trained by some of the best Dominants in the business, and wanting to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything important, I’d spoken in length to the two Dominants currently in my life. Rosa and my colleague, Dr. Brad Malone. His boy Aubrey worked in the hospital as well as a Nurse Manager and he’s a friend of both Rosa and Luis.

The same person who had mentioned the lifestyle to Luis in the first place and subsequently placed the bee in his bonnet so to speak about it. I had to admit to watching Brad and Aubrey when the two are together was inspiring for all couples in love, gay or straight. So I respected the advice that the both of them had given me in regards to the scenes I’ve plotted out for Luis.

After zipping up my luggage, and mentally checking off the list of things I made in preparation for our trip, I was satisfied that everything was done. The most important task now was to pick up Luis and evade the paparazzi camped out in front of his house. I would exchange my car for one of his and then he and I would leave moments after Myles who had volunteered to drive my car in the opposite direction of where we were headed. Hopefully the vultures would follow my car instead of the Luis’.

By the time I arrived at the front gates of Luis’ house, I was thankful that the local police had managed to contain the photo hogs and reporters to the opposite side of the street. Barricades were set in place so they couldn’t swarm the front gates when they swung open to allow my vehicle to enter the property. I drove straight towards the garages and slowly pulled my inside the carnivorous space and the doors quietly closed behind me.

“Good morning Master Stephen. It’s good to see you, Sir.” Thomas greeted me from the garage entrance doorway to the house.

“Good morning Thomas, thank you, and how many times do I have I asked you to call me Stephen.” I smiled at the older gentleman as I walked towards the entrance of the house. He stepped aside to allow me to enter the pristine hallway that led directly into the huge kitchen, where his wife Melba reigned supreme.

“It’s a habit I find unable to break after so many years, Master Stephen.” The man politely replied as he took the lead and led me through the house towards Luis’ study. “May I offer you something to eat or drink before you depart for the weekend?” He asked.

“No thank you, Thomas, I am just here long enough to collect my man and then we are off. Has Myles arrived yet?” I inquired before Thomas knocked on the study door to announce our arrival.

Thomas just smiled and nodded his head. There weren’t enough words in the English vocabulary that could successfully describe Myles. I’m sure Myles was already on the premises from the knowing look Thomas shot my way. The man was a real character, but he’s also a brilliant attorney.

“Hey Baby, just give me a minute to go over this last document and then we can be on our way,” Luis gushed when he saw me standing in the doorway. He and Myles we sitting side by side in front of his desk and the clear morning sunshine filtered through the windows and bathed him in a bright halo of light. His dark curls shone under the shimmering rays and his flawless skin glowed. Not even the Angels in heaven could compare to his stunning beauty and I found that I was even more impatient to get him alone without any outside interruptions for the entire weekend.

Letting myself bask in the utter perfection that was my man. I didn’t realize they were done until Myles sat back and blurted out in his typical unfiltered way. “Girlfriend, I better move aside because if your man looks at you with anymore heat in his eyes, you’re going to burst into flames. I’m wearing Tom Ford and it’s one of my favorites. I don’t need any scorch marks.”

“You know Myles, I wonder about you. How does your wife put up with you?” I chuckled and Luis just shook his head as he walked around his desk to lock the documents in a drawer.

“Don’t you worry about my wife, Karla is a Goddess and I treat her as such.” He good naturedly stated and anyone could see from the expression on his face that he was totally enraptured with his gorgeous wife.

I had always had it in my mind that Myles was gay when we had originally met, but Luis had explained to me that Myles was bisexual and not only that, he was a Dominant fully immersed in the BDSM lifestyle. He’d met his wife at a club called the Dungeon owned by three of his prominent clients, none other than the fortune five hundred business moguls, Marcus Roche, Damien Carter, and Micah Jennings.

Now those men were some heavy hitters right there. Marcus Roche owned half of the advertising and marketing world. If you were s singer, songwriter, or a musician then you damn well knew who Damien Carter was. Architecture, real estate, and construction were Micah Jennings claim to fame. He was the man you would want to build everything from your multi-billion dollar beach resort down to your environmentally friendly, green dream home. If you could dream it then Jennings Holdings Inc. could build it. The three were also bad ass Master Dominants in their own right and fully respected amongst the people who practiced the BDSM world.

Myles’ wife is a close friend of Damien’s husband and sub, Gavin. There was a story there, but I didn’t want to pry. Everyone has a right to their privacy, but I’d still been a little shocked to know Myles alternate lifestyle so to speak. It shouldn’t have been so shocking really seeing how Myles dominated the courtroom, he was a cut throat attorney. He was more than worth his hefty legal fees, and if the man and his partners in his firm set their sights on bringing you down, then they spared no time and expense in doing so. I was surely glad that he was on Luis’ side.

“Well give her my condolences… I mean my best regards.” I chuckled and Myles smirked and flipped me off as he gathered his things.

Luis made his way around the desk and he walked right up to me and wrapped his slender arms around my waist and buried his adorable face in my chest. I ran my fingers through his curls. “Are you ready for a weekend away, baby?”

He nodded his head not bothering to unearth his face from between my pecs and his soft curls tickled my chin.

“Alright you love birds, let’s get this show on the road. Thomas made a big production of opening the garage doors before putting false luggages into the back of your car. He’s driving it around to the front of the house right about now. He and I and going to pretend to be the two of you and leave. Wait until the press take off after us before you leave.” Myles stated before he clapped us on the back and wished us a wonderful weekend. I’m sure the ever efficient Thomas had already placed my loves luggage in Luis’ car as well.

Myles sauntered out of the room wagging his eyebrows at us as he passed by us. I just shook my head at his antics and took Luis’ hand in mine and led him towards the garage. When we got to the kitchen. Melba was there busily packing a cooler with what looked like wrapped sandwiches and fruit.

“Food for the drive, stopping at those gas stations and diners can be hell on the gut and it’s so unhealthy.” She fussed as she shoved the heavily packed cooler into my hands while smiling indulgently at us.

Luis’ Cell phone beeped an incoming message and he swiped his finger across the screen and read what it said. “Myles says it’s all clear, a majority of the press took off behind them. The cops are busy occupying the stragglers left behind.”

“Alrighty then, let’s go.” I responded before nodding to Melba and heading to the car. By the time I stowed the cooler on the back seat. Luis was already buckled in on the passenger side. I got into the car and started the ignition. I turned to give him a smile and once again I was struck speechless by his sheer beauty. He smiled at me and fuck if my heart didn’t flutter in my chest. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get him all to myself this weekend, and it was with that thought in my head I pulled out of the garage and made a beeline for the street.

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

(Stephen’s Violet Wands)

Luis

Goosebumps shivered across my naked skin, but it wasn’t caused by the cool air the a/c was filtering through my beach house bedroom. No, my current state of mind was caused by nothing but sheer anticipation, a little fear, and a fuck ton load of unadulterated desire, sprinkled with a healthy dose of curiosity. Here I am standing completely naked in the middle of my bedroom. Not only am I exposed from head to toe, I’m also blindfolded with my hands shackled above my head. I can’t see anything, I’m in utter darkness.

Without my sense of sight, I’m relying on all my other senses, particularly my hearing, but even that’s failing me because Stephen had made sure to have on a low steady stream of music playing from his iPod speakers. The sultry sounds of Miguel’s, Vixen prevented me from locating Stephen anywhere in the room, not until he was ready to let me know exactly where he was.

My heart fluttered a little faster in my chest. I’d asked for this. I’d let my man know that I was more than interested in experiencing a subtle taste of the lifestyle my friends have talked about over the years. I’m not saying I’m ready to train to become someone’s submissive, but I got to admit that having a big strong man like Stephen take me over sexually, mind, body, and soul had me almost begging the man to do just that. God only knows that I trust and love my talented doctor enough to give him such power over me.

Something soft slowly brushed over my hip, and I nearly jumped out of my skin as my lips parted and I released a startled little squeak. I wasn’t ashamed of the sounds this man was capable of having me make. Shit, whatever it was he used to caress a path across the surface of my skin was promptly followed by the warm, wet tip of tongue, and more needy little whimpers spilled out of my throat. As quickly as the sensation appeared, it disappeared just as swiftly.

Straining my ears, I leaned forward in hopes of bumping into Stephen, or at least hear him breathing, something to clue me in as to his exact location. But once again, there was mothing but the sound of the music and my blood rushing through my ears. The padded shackles holding my wrists above my head tugged my arms backwards and prevented me from going any further than where I was standing.

“Oh god!” The exclamation was unexpectedly ripped from my mouth when I felt my lover align his big body against my back. The heat pouring off his skin almost made me purr and I cuddled back into his warmth.

A voice like gravel, deep, course, and promising nothing but decadent sin whispered in my ear. “Easy baby, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. We are pacing ourselves through this, there’s no rush. You can take it. I know you can.”

A sob bubbled up my throat and the unwavering confidence Stephen has in me. Hell, this was the first time I’ve ever attempt to do something like this. The first time I would ever allow another person such control that they could tie me up and leave me naked, blindfolded, and totally helpless to protect myself.

“That’s it boy, you just needed to feel, let go and give yourself to me.” Stephen cooed as his big hands roamed all over my chest and abdomen. I found myself pushing my ass into his crotch only to realize that he still had on his jeans, and another wave of vulnerability washed over me. The idea that I was restrained while completely naked and he was still at least practically dressed kicked my heart rate up even more. My breath panted out of my mouth and I had to lick my suddenly dry lips to moisten them.

“No…Please.” I whined when Stephen drew away from me yet again. He didn’t come back, but I did hear a quiet, shushing sound from somewhere behind me. His iPod station changed the song track changed and the Weekend’s, Earned it started to play. I swore the beat of the song vibrated through the floor, up my legs, and pulsed through my already engorged cock. My balls felt full heavy and that was before Stephen’s body heat surrounded me once again giving me the indulgent decadence to his nearness.

This time when he came in close, he held my trembling frame tight against his broad chest and rock hard abs. More tremors seized my overexcited body as Stephen proceeded to whisper his plans for me in my ear. I pleaded with him to remove my blindfold, but he refused. He said not being unable to see and anticipate what he was going to do before he does will make the end result of his ministrations even sweeter. Stephen promised me that by the time he allowed me to come, it will be explosive. My orgasm will be like no other I’ve ever experienced before.

My nerve endings tingled as he once again withdrew. This time I heard him moving around the room. I’m sure he was making sure that I heard him ruffling through a bag. His steps padded across the carpet and he fiddled with something along the wall. He came closer, and the very air around me seemed to shimmer with energy.

Stephen stood behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders. I felt the warm wetness of his lips skim over the back of my neck. His hands kneaded a trail of heat over my muscles and down my back before they traveled down my sides. Those thick arms snaked round my waist and my hips punched forward when his nimble fingers, those talented appendages followed my happy trail leading to the root of my weeping shaft.

My cock throbbed as even more blood rushed from my brain to the turgid flesh between my legs. I was silently praying that he would wrap those healing, surgeon’s fingers around the girth. I needed the friction on my cock like I needed my next breath. I almost cried out in disappointment when he ignored my erection altogether and went for my swollen balls instead. I couldn’t even complain because he tugged on them in just the right way, applying enough pressure to make my eyes roll into the back of my head.

A gut deep groan of protest left my throat when he released my sack. His busy hands traveled over the globes of my ass. “You’re so fucking perfect, every time I look at you, your beauty just takes my breath way. You make me want to worship every inch of your body all day, every day until I die.” He murmured before his sharp teeth nipped the sensitive lobe of my ear.

“Oh God, Stephen…Please…More.” I shamelessly pleaded as he skimmed his fingernails along my crease.

“Hush baby, I’m going to give you every thing your precious little heart desires. I’m going to insert the plug now baby. I want you open and ready for when I decide to bury my cock balls deep in that tight little ass of yours.”

A shudder of excitement shivered over me and my mouth went dry when I heard the snick of the lube’s cap. Stephen continued to lick and nuzzle my throat and up to my ear as he liberally lubed what I assumed was the butt plug he was going to insert inside me. His slippery fingers glided effortlessly in-between my butt cheeks, the tips gently brushed over the wrinkled skin of my entrance. My greedy opening literally puckered up and kissed the wandering digits, welcoming them, inviting them to delve deeper into my channel.

My knees wobbled and threatened to give out when he applied a little pressure against the protective ring of muscle surrounding my entrance. The slow fire burning low in my gut ignited into a full fledged inferno, heating my blood, and sending it rushing through my veins like a flash burn. Impatient and needy, I attempted to thrust my ass back onto those invading digits, but Stephen free hand firmly grabbed a hold of my hip. He gave me a small squeeze with just enough force for me capture his meaning and remain still.

Spreading my feet further apart, I widened my stance and stuck my butt out in clear invitation but otherwise, I followed his silent demand and I didn’t move another muscle. My head fell forward when I felt the burn of a second finger, gliding into my channel to join the first. Stephen painstakingly stretched the taunt muscles until they relaxed and complied with his relentless demands. I shoot up on the tips of my toes and my cock leaked out a steady stream of precum when Stephen bent his fingers buried deep inside my chute and pegged my prostate.

“Don’t you dare come precious. Do you hear me my sweet boy? If you come I’m going to slap a cock ring on you and edge your delicious little body to the brink of orgasm over and over again until the sun is high in the sky tomorrow only to deny you the pleasure of release.” He wickedly murmured in my ear and a whimper was all that was capable of coming out of my mouth in response.

Stephen tirelessly and diligently turned me into a mumbling, incoherent mess by the time he worked me open enough to insert the thick plug into my spasming channel. The circle of protective muscle at my opening clenched tightly around the contoured base of the plug, and it’s tension secured the device in my rectum. My legs were barely holding me upright, and Stephen kept me on my feet by wrapping a thick, muscular arm around my waist. He rubbed an open palm down the length of my spine gentling me, soothing me down from the high of being intensely stimulated for so long.

Once I wasn’t violently trembling anymore and I could stand on my own two feet. Stephen stepped around my body and lifted the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked to clear my vision before looking up into his intense stare. I was almost floored all over again by the pure heat and desire burning I saw burning for me in the depth of those remarkable eyes. Never breaking eye contact with me, he held a bottle of water up to my lips and let me drink my fill before recapping the bottle.

My man gathered me in strong arms and brought those full sweet lips down on mine. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, and he expertly explored every inch of the cavern. It didn’t take much for my body to start heating up all over again. My erection twitched against the course fabric of his jeans, and I desperately wanted to rut against him like a horny little puppy, but I didn’t dare.

Stephen eased those luscious lips away from mine. “Are you ready to continue baby?”

My fingers flexed in my cuffs with the need to feel the contoured muscles of his naked back and glided down to his trim waist. I nodded my consent as I soaked in the deliciousness of his body heat. Stephen leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose before replacing the blindfold over my eyes and plunged me back into darkness. It was like someone blew air on an open flame, the inferno was once again ignited and rushed over my sensitized nerve endings.

Stephen once again vanished from my side. My blood was pounding so hard through my ears, I couldn’t detect where he was in the room. Goosebumps once again prickled over my skin. I felt him before his finger caressed the length of my spine. He laid his hand flat against my skin as he circled around my body. Said hand ran over the ridges of my abdomen and continued upwards towards my chest. The tips of his fingers brushed over my nipples and they instantly pebbled as if seeking more attention.

Although he’d warned me, I still yelped in surprise when I felt a zapping burn like a little electrical shock on my peaked nipple. Before my brain could register if sensation was painful or not, Stephen’s wet tongue lashed over the erect flesh before drawing the rigid nipple into the heated recesses of his sinful mouth. My mind went numb, but my body was like one big exposed nerve pulsing, vibrating, and positively thrumming with need. I needed Stephen, I didn’t want him, I needed him. My whole body was a live iridescent, flame.

The more places on my skin he applied the violet wand’s little repetitive shocks, followed by the moist wetness of his mouth was the more I needed. My hole clenched tight around the thick plug in my ass, my knees wobbled, and my breathing grew choppy. My heart took flight in my chest, and I burned from deep within my core. It took me a while to realize that the high pitched keening noises were coming from my own mouth, but I didn’t care. Stephen had reduced me to a mindless puddle of desire and lust.

“Fuck, you are a sight to see, so absolutely stunning. Are you soaring yet baby? Am I making you fly? If not I’m getting ready to take to into the heavens, love.” My man panted as I listened to the heavy material of his jeans thump against the carpet where he obviously kicked them aside.

“Please….Please Stephen, I need you inside me…” I breathlessly implored, my body literally vibrating with urgency.

The snap of the lube bottle had me rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. The plug buried in my channel did nothing to alleviate the heat growing deep within my gut. I felt his fingers as they reached around the base of the plug and he gently rocked the toy out of my unrelenting chute. It came free with a moist pop, and before my muscles could attempt to retract to their normal size, the blunt head of that glorious cock slid effortlessly into my gaping hole.

Stephen’s powerful hips snapped forward and with one mind boggling, thrust he was buried to the hilt deep within my core. I threw my head back, and my fingers tightly gripped the straps securing my arms above my head. I couldn’t help but to scream my relief at the top of my lungs to the high heavens. My man didn’t waste a second, he immediately set a brutal pace of fucking me into oblivion.

The grunts, and groans of pleasure, as well as the sound of skin slapping against skin was the only noises that could be heard in the room. The symphony of our raw, and downright dirty coupling drowned out the notes of even the music filtering from his iPod. Without breaking his fast and furious rhythm, Stephen swept my legs out from underneath me and splayed my thighs wide open as he mercilessly pummeled his long, thick shaft up into my ass.

“Oh god, oh god, baby, oh god…I’m going to come. Don’t stop.” I bellowed as I felt the release bearing down on me like a runaway train. Sensations like I’ve never felt before shredded every nerve, every fiber of my body and an explosion with the magnitude capable of shattering my very soul exploded from deep within me. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came. Suddenly I felt like I was outside of myself, floating on a sea of euphoria as I watched my man fuck me like he was a machine. Then just as abruptly, I was catapulted into the stratosphere. My entire world imploded as my cock spurted line after line of thick, creamy come shot clear across the room.

“Fuck yes, that’s it baby. Milk my fucking dick. Just like that….God damn!” Stephen snarled as his fingers dug into thighs. He kept thrusts strong and deep as his whole body jerked in time with his own forceful orgasm. He flooded my insides with liquid heat.

My chest heaved as I desperately tried to catch my breath. I barely felt it when Stephen lowered my liquefied legs to the floor. He wrapped one protective arm around me while he reached up and released the binding to the cuffs and my arms fell limply to my sides. His big body took bore the brunt of my entire weight, I didn’t have the strength left to stand on my own. We stood their in the circle of each other’s arms as our heart rates returned back to normal, and our sweat and fluids cooled on our skin.

“You’re going to have to carry me to the bathroom big guy and do the honors. I think you broke me.” I half heartedly giggled as exhaustion overtook every cell in my body.

“Then, I guess it’s my job to fix you baby.” He proudly chuckled as he scooped me up and whisked me into the master bathroom.

It took all that I had to remain alert enough in the shower to move when he needed me to move so he could wash me and then himself. By the time he rubbed the fluffy towel over my skin and tucked me in between the blankets on our bed, I was out for the count. My body, my mind, and my heart sated in a way it’s never been before, and I owed the experience to the man I love more than anything in this world.

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

(Sinfully sexy Luis)

Stephen

Returning home after spending the weekend in sheer bliss secluded with Luis made coming back almost as painful as it was before we left. Although the media frenzy seemed to died down a bit, a whole other range of issues manifested themselves in our absence in the forms of the administration of the hospital and Luis’ family. The staunch, old dodgers on the medical board were worried about the possibility of lawsuits and losing clients due to the negative attention I was attracting.

The media sharks had wasted no time in finding out my identity and began speculating about my relationship with Luis. The nosy bastards have even gone as far as wondering about my HIV status and the safety of my delicate patients, but Myles had shut them down so fast, it made their heads spin. Not one word has been mentioned about me compromising my patient’s safety ever since Myles slapped them all with threat of a law suit the likes they’ve never witnessed before.

The medical board had stepped back once they were reminded of my contract with them and the amount of money I’ve continued to bring into the hospital and rehab facilities with my practice, but I’m sure they were watching the proceedings like a hawk. Anything that would cast doubt or even a whisper of scandal to the hospital’s name and its care to their patients, world famous surgeon or not. I’m sure they’ll find a way to push me out one way or another. When it comes to money, that is the bottom line in business, their profit.

Let’s not make any mistakes, in the medical world, a hospital is a business. They take care of people, but at the end of the day, either you are helping them make millions for the treatments they’re providing or you are expendable. Fickle business that is healthcare in America today.

To be honest, it would piss me off to no end if they fired me, but it would also make me reevaluate, and sue the fuck out of them if they did. I’ve given that place hours upon hours of my life. Using the years, I’ve painstakingly studied to practice my specialty and training in and out of their surgical suites. I’m the reason behind their Burn Center’s success and their claim to fame. I’m positive that I can go anywhere and open my own practice and be successful. So, the media could bring it for all I care. My only concern was the toll this situation was taking on Luis.

We’d barely set foot inside his house and dropped our weekend bags on the floor when his sister had come storming down the hall with his mother in tow demanding to know what was going on, and why they were being hounded by the press. It was true that Luis had been avoiding them and the beefing up their personal security.

His sense of loyalty to Jackson was his driving force behind his decision to keep them at an arm’s length. I fully understood his reasoning behind it, but I also shared my thoughts on the subject with him. He didn’t have to go into the intimate details of his life with Jackson, but he could have explained the man’s delicate situation to them for the sake of having everyone on the same page.

Now, it seemed like he didn’t have a choice in the matter, and I’d refused to leave his side and offered my silent support as he explained the situation to his family. It was heartbreaking to hear about Jackson’s deterioration in both mind and body. The emotional toll it had taken on the man and the ultra-sensitive caretaker that is deeply embedded in Luis. His equally empathic sister had broken down in tears, and his mother had fared no better once he shared the details of Jackson’s reality before his death to them.

By the time lunch had been served and they were brought up to speed on what was going on, they’d managed to spend some time together strategizing and implanting their plan to show solidarity as a family unit. Myles was brought up to date on the day’s proceedings while I’d made a few calls and checked on a few patient’s Rosa and my covering colleagues had taken care of in my absence.

With promises of dinner, and arrangements made to get together later in the week, the ladies departed and finally I was left alone with the love of my life.

“How are you holding up?” I asked as my arm snaked around his slender waist and pulled him so his back rested against my chest.

He released a deep sigh before responding. “I’m tired all over again. Can we just go back to the beach house and stay there forever in our own little bubble?”

“Your wish is my command. We can hop back in my car right now and be on the road in no time.” I turned him in my arms to lay a tender kiss on his soft lips.

Luis snuggled closer into my chest and carded his fingers through the short hairs above the collar of my shirt. “As lovely as that sounds. We both have responsibilities we can’t run away from. It wouldn’t be right to abandon the patients depending on you, and it definitely wouldn’t do to give up on the plans I have set in motion to shut down that bitch and her money grubbing son once and for all.”

“Well then babe, you know what we have to do. This is just another storm of life, a defiant freak of nature that we will battle through together. Have no doubts in that pretty little head of yours about my sticking around when shit hits the fan. I’ll be standing right next to you handing you a raincoat and an umbrella.”

“We are in this together. Once it’s over, we’ll take a well-deserved vacation, a getaway to rejuvenate and celebrate Jackson’s legacy. How do you feel about that?” I asked as I rocked his slender frame from side to side as if we were dancing to the silent beat of a slow song.

“Could you be any more perfect than you already are.” He whispered against my throat and my cock plumped up with the feel of his soft lips and warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin located in that spot.

“One could only aspire to greatness.” I chuckled against his temple. “Why don’t we go upstairs and relax for a little while, maybe we can take an afternoon nap?” I leaned back to look down into his gorgeous face.

Luis stepped back and took me by the hand to lead me out of his home office. “Somehow, I don’t think it’s an afternoon nap is what you have in mind.”

Following him up the winding stairway like a docile, devoted puppy, I couldn’t help the wolfish smile from curving my lips. “Really Mr. Randall, you can read my mind now?”

Suddenly all the air I had in my lungs escaped with a muffled whoosh as my back slammed against the wall. Luis used his agile little body to pin me against the wall in the corridor leading to his master bedroom suite. With half lidded eyes I watched those gorgeous, chocolate orbs peer mischievously up at me.

His pretty pink lips curved into a naughty smirk. “I can’t admit to being able to read your mind baby, but I can definitely read your big, sexy body.” He whispered a second before he thrust his pelvis against mine. The hard length of his cock rubbed against my throbbing shaft and my thought processes shattered as my dick pulsed my zipper, begging for more delicious friction.

“Yeah love, and what’s my body telling you?” I huffed as he stuck his tongue out and licked my Adams apple, then he proceeded to gently suck on it. My knees wobbled but I managed to stay upright as a needy little groan bubbled up my throat.

Luis continued to lick and nibble his way across my collar bones. “Hmm…Every deliciously large muscle in your body is poised and ready to release all your sexual tensions on me. Especially this one, right here.” He crooned as his busy hand snaked in between our bodies and he briefly cupped my cock. His dexterous fingers popped the button of my pants and slid the zipper down. The brush of his knuckles along my length had me inhaling sharply. “Am I right?” He asked as those slender fingers slid inside my boxers and wrapped around my aching member.

The back of my head hit the wall behind me as I desperately tried to draw air into my depleted lungs. “Fuck yes.” I panted as my hips thrust forward. My cock pulsed and released a generous amount of pre-ejaculate right onto the pad of Luis’ thumb. He used my fluids to coat the bulbous head of cock before he began a steady pace of jacking me off right there in the hallway. Thomas or Melba could come up the stairs at any moment and get themselves a good eyeful of heat my man was doing to me.

To be honest, with the way he was making me feel with those skilled fingers working me up into a sexual frenzy, I wouldn’t have cared if Jesus Christ himself showed up in this hallway.

“That’s it baby. Nothing turns me on more or makes me feel better than watching you lose your mind because of me, because of what I’m doing to you. Nothing pleases me more than to see you come apart for me, watching all those muscles bunch and flex…. Fuck, I have to taste you.” My love instantly dropped down on his knees. My cock pulsed out another load of precum at the sight of him kneeling in front of me.

Luis used both hands to tug my clothes down to my knees and surged forward, wrapping those sweet lips around the head of my straining cock. My man sucked my length into the back of his throat.

“Jesus.” I exclaimed as my eyes rolled into the back of head and his fists tangled in his hair. I held his head in place as my hips began to move on their own. I couldn’t help myself as I fucked his hot little mouth. The feel of his swirling tongue and the wet heat gliding over my turgid flesh had my heart pounding in my chest and my balls drawing up tight into my body. Luis moaned around my shaft, and the vibrations notched my need to come into the stratosphere.

He gave a tiny shake of his head, and I released the tension of my fists in his hair freeing him to move as he pleased, and boy did he. Luis bobbed his head up and down, dragging his tongue and his suctioning cheeks over my stiff shaft. He was sucking my orgasm right out of me. I felt its sharp edges slicing down the length of my spine, cutting through my balls before exploding in force through the mushroomed cap of my cock, and down Luis’ throat. He moaned again as he swallowed all I had to give him. Shit, I felt like he sucked all my brain cells through my dick. I couldn’t form a coherent thought to save my life at that precise moment.

It took a few moments of heavy breathing to calm my racing pulse and oxygenate my poor brain enough for me to come down from my sexual high. I held my hand out to help my love to his feet. Luis gingerly got up from the floor and pushed both hands into his pockets to hold the front of his pants away from his body.

“Sticky.” He mumbled with a bashful but satisfied grin on his face, and I realized he’d come in his pants just from giving me head alone.

Well, if that didn’t feed into my ego even more. I couldn’t help the spread of a goofy grin of my own. “Then let’s go have a shower and a nap for real this time.” I said as I help him waddle down the remainder of the hallway to his bedroom.

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

(Cutie Myles…Love him)

Luis

A/N- This is the end but not, there will be an epilogue to follow this chapter, then we say goodbye to Stephen and Luis. I am sure they will pop up somewhere else. We will see. Thank you all for your support yet through another journey, xoxo Dianna  

 

“So, we’ve got her. Are you sure? I mean, I after all of this I want absolutely nothing to with her or her son. The final arrangements have been set in place for the project I’ve been working on, and I want this bitch and her lies out of my hair once and for all in order to make what I’m doing an even greater success.” I stated as I looked up from the documents Myles had provided for my approval only to see the man leaning back in his chair behind his massive desk with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. He was the picture of utter relaxation.

“Like I said, I’ve finally gotten my hands on the documents from the original divorce settlement she agreed to with Randall Senior. Something she or none of her lawyers have been able to provide for me before with suspicious circumstances and excused whenever I’ve requested them in the past. Seems that the Ex-Mrs. Randall is a devious little thing, bribing unsuspecting file clerks to bury these documents under erroneous files names.”

“Nevertheless, that woman is not as devious as I am. I now have the signed judgements that renders her current case null and void. News of which I’ll gladly share with her and her frivolous attorneys this afternoon.” Myles stated as he casually brushed his fingers against the lapel of his expensive, custom-tailored suit jacket.

“I always knew you are worth the fortune I spend on your retainer alone. Do I have to be in attendance for this presentation of your impeccable cut-throat skills?” As much as I would love to see her reaction, I knew for all intents and purposes if I laid eyes on that bitch, and against my better judgement, I would do or say something that could easily land me in jail and sued for physical assault. As a man I would never dream to lay a hand on a woman, but this callous, money grubbing bottom feeder has done nothing but cause Jackson pain since she’d managed to sink her claws into his father.

Even with the elder Randall and now Jackson dead and gone, she’s still wreaking havoc in Jackson’s life. Dealing with her had been worse than dealing with the disease that had taken him away from me. It was unimaginable the amount of physical and emotional pain, the sense of loss, the shame Jackson felt about how he contracted the disease, and the guilt he felt over my choice of staying by his side to the very end. There she was adding to his troubles by constantly seeking more than she deserved from an ill-fated marriage. When she didn’t get her way, she added salt to already festering wounds by bringing Jackson’s private life out into the open like she had the right to do so.

Jackson Randall, Jr., the professional business man, heir to one of the largest real estate fortunes in America was totally different from the extremely private person that was Jackson, my best friend. The sometimes shy, but overly brilliant nerdy, bookworm who bent over backwards to make sure he always had his father’s approval. Because of greed that woman had the public speculating and reporting on Jackson’s health and private life over that last couple of weeks didn’t know who the man really was, it was the just the thing he was trying to prevent from happening when he was alive.

They’ve all seemed to have forgotten that the same man whose name they were dragging through the mud with their lies and over the top assumptions, was a multi-millionaire who has donated obscene amounts of money to charities benefiting LGBTQ teens and families. A man who would rather serve in a soup kitchen line than head up meeting in a board room on any given day. The driving force behind the rehabbing of many low-income communities in the city, building schools, affordable housing, and creating jobs where there would otherwise be none.

An awkward man who had been lonely, desperately seeking someone to love him for himself, and not the amount of money in his bank accounts. Like any disillusioned young man, he sought to make a connection in all the wrong places. He partied hard and was a little too trusting when it came to sex and who he chose to have it with. Let’s face it, HIV/AIDS is not a discerning disease. You didn’t have to be promiscuous, a druggie, gay, or of a certain race or culture to have the illness.

I sat back in the plush office chair lost in my thoughts. It’s sad to say that in this day and age, people from all walks of life from prostitutes to married home makers, business men to war veterans. Anyone and everyone is susceptible to this disease and they do not have a warning sign tattooed on the forehead saying that they tested positive for the illness. There’s no outright way to tell if someone is suffering from it, and if there was a tell, it was most likely the person is in the end stages of the illness and it’s too late for the costly treatments to be of any help to them.

It had cut me to the quick when I worked in the hospital, watching those poor souls die of complications from the disease. That’s why I’d chosen to devote my career to working in a clinic that specialized in the treatment of HIV/AIDS patients and the continuing research. The same clinic where I’d met Jackson, and the very same place I’ve now made arrangements with to further help fund the groundbreaking research for a cure, and to help those who aren’t fortunate enough to be able to pay for the medicines they desperately needed.

After months of forging through bureaucracy and red tape. The clinic and I were going to jointly open Randall House. A place that provides not only housing to HIV/AIDS patients and families in need, but will provide treatment and counseling services for them as well. Resources like job placement assistance and educational opportunities to those infected and their loves ones assisting in their care. Instead of the illness tainting Jackson’s life like the man had gone to his grave believing.

I was going to use my experience and knowledge of the man I loved dearly to make Randall House and the services it will offer his greatest legacy. A judge free, safe haven that will provide medical help, mental counseling, and education to as many people as they can. That’s what I was determined for Jackson to be remembered for, not the shame or the judgement of those who had no idea what a good man my best friend was, and my husband for all intents and purposes really was. Not the slander and shit storm the Ex Mrs. Randall had tried to stir up for her own greedy intentions.

“I promise you Luis, by five o’clock this evening. Michelle Randal will not have a leg to stand on, and she will cease to be a problem for you ever again. Trust and believe me when I say that. And no, you do not have to be present for the proceedings. I’m fully aware you have to settle your guests into the hotel and brief them on tomorrow morning press conference and the introduction of project Randall House.” Myles’ voice cut into my musings and I snapped back to reality. I handed him back the thick file folder of documents and thanked him for his time before shaking his hand and leaving the extensive office suites his law firm controlled on the top floor of one of downtown’s most scenic high rises.

The afternoon of downtown’s hustle and bustle was in full effect. I’d barely managed to push through the throng of young executives and office workers to get to my car and driver. I settled into the back seat as the door closed and I couldn’t help the smile that curved my lips. Closing my eyes, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. My skies were almost clear, the thunderstorms and gloom this whole situation has caused in Jackson’s and my life over the past couple of months have almost cleared away.

My heart fluttered with the thought that Stephen has stood by side and weathered this storm me. He’s been my rock, my shining light through it all so far. My silver lining through the dismal clouds that woman and her equally disgusting son tried to cast over my life. But with Stephen’s help and Jackson’s guidance, I had weathered this upheaval and come out on the other side, loved by an amazing man and stronger in my drive to make sure Jackson’s life and his name is remembered for something good, not the scandal that it has been dragged through.

“Can you stop by the hospital please.” I told my driver as he pulled out into the busy afternoon traffic. I just felt the need to go and see Stephen. He should be in between, if not out of his scheduled surgeries by now. I just wanted to touch him before I stopped by the hotel to meet up with my guests. The esteemed psychiatrist and behavioral health specialist world renown for his unique ability to help patient’s others have written off as helpless. His name alone attached to this project would also guarantee in making Randall House a success. He and his husband arrived earlier this morning and they were shuttled to the five-star hotel and left in Thomas’ capable care for the afternoon.

My phone buzzed inside the breast pocket of my jacket just as the car turned into the circular drive of the main entrance of the medical center. This is where the love of my life performed his magic on the patients in his care.

Stephen: I’ve finished my last case and I’ve just completed my rounds. If you’re in the area, do you want to stop by for lunch?

Me: You’re in luck my good Doctor. Great minds think alike. I’m actually getting out of the car in front of the hospital as we speak. I’ll meet you in your office. 😉

Stephen: Lol… Perfect, I can’t wait. Hurry up.

Suppressing an unmanly sigh, I slipped my phone into my pocket and made my way into the medical facility. I presented my ID at the front desk to the security guard and received my pass to enter the medical center. Excitement thrummed through my veins by the time I made it to the floor that housed my baby’s domain, the Burn Center, and on the other side of the hallway was Stephen’s office and exam suites.

“No sex in his office. It took me almost a whole month to forget the images imprinted on my brain the last time I came back from lunch, only to be greeted with the two of you trying to shove the desk across the floor with your antics.” Rosa greeted me from behind her desk the minute she spied me stepping through the elegant glass doors and into Stephen’s office foyer.

“Come on, you know you liked what you saw. If we had allowed you to watch, you would have. You naughty, dirty girl.” I cooed as I leaned over the desk to kiss her on her cheek.

A mischievous smile curved her pretty lips. “Pfft, you ain’t got to point it out. Ya’ll know ya’ll are smoking hot together. But warn a girl next time. I need to have my camera ready.” She giggled and I just rolled my eyes and continued past her heading towards Stephen’s inner sanctum.

Knocking once before I entered his office. I almost stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Stephen in his scrubs, sitting behind his massive desk as he studied the documents of the file folder in his hands. I don’t know why the sight of him dressed like that always sent my blood boiling through my veins. Many a night I’ve conjured up images of him wearing only his white lab coat alone as he bent me over his desk and powered his impressive cock in and out of my body.

“Good afternoon Dr. Giles. I was wondering if you can take a look at a problem I’m having and tell me the best way to take care of it?” I innocently batted my eyelashes at him.

Stephen looked up at me with a smile tickling the corners of his mouth. “Baby, don’t start nothing and there’ll be nothing. We barely have time for me to change, check in with Myles, and get to the hotel to have dinner with our guests.”

With a huff, I stuck out my bottom lip and made my way across the plush carpet. I plopped down into one of the elegant chairs across from his desk. “Fine, but all bets are off when we get home later tonight. Are you staying at mine or are we going to yours?”

“Um, you see. That’s one of the things I wanted to discuss with you before the launch of Randall House goes public. Huh…I wanted to, um…” Stephen swallowed and I could actually see his nervousness from where I was sitting. I quickly jumped to my feet and rounded the corner of his desk. He pushed his chair back and I curled myself onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his thick neck.

“Come on big guy. I’ve never seen you at a loss for words before. It’s just you and me, talk to me.” I encouraged him while nuzzling his cheek with my nose. His afternoon scuff tickled the tip of my nose almost making me giggle.

Stephen leaned back and the seriousness of his features and the love and emotion burning in his eyes almost had me holding my breath in anticipation of what he had to say to me. He didn’t make me wait too long and I swear if he wasn’t holding me upright. I would have hit the floor.

“Baby, you know that I love you. I know that you love me. You walked onto the beach that night right into my life, and into my heart. I also know you loved Jackson, you married him and cared for him until the day he was called home to rest. I know you’ve said the love you felt for him was of the brotherly kind, he was your best friend. But the love you feel for me is my blessing, the reason I wake up in the morning. I am not asking you to make this decision right this minute, but I want to ask before things get chaotic.”

“I want you to know that I am with you no matter what comes our way. I want you to marry me, to spend the rest of your life at my side as my husband, my friend, my lover, and my world. I want you to take not only my name but everything else that I can possibly give you. You already have my heart and my soul, and whatever is left is also, definitely yours. Will you make me the happiest man in the world sometime soon and be mine?” He asked as his intense gaze bored into mine. I felt tears pooling in my eyes and Stephen reached to the side and opened his desk drawer.

He pulled out a black velvet jewelers box and my breath hitched when he opened it to reveal a stunning platinum band with a diamond nestling in the center of it. It twinkled under the brilliance of the overhead lights.

“Oh my god Stephen…Y… Yes.” I managed to choke out around the lump that was my heart lodged in my throat.

With his steady, talented surgical hands Stephen removed the ring from its bedding, and I held out my own trembling hand as he placed the ring on my finger. It was a perfect fit and I couldn’t help my happy tears from spilling over onto my cheeks.

“You’re it for me baby. Thank you, thank you for agreeing to be mine. I promise to make you happy. I promise to love you until the day they out me in the ground and even after that.” He whispered as he brushed my tears away.

“I will love forever, through the good and the bad times. You are it for me too. I promise to love and cherish you for eternity. You are my calm after the storm.” I stated as I promised this man my life, because he was my life, the love of my life.

The End

Epilogue

Epilogue

(Randall House’s Clinic Area)

Stephen

The sense of pride I felt every time I walked through the clinic doors of Randall House never ceases to amaze me. At this time of the evening, the waiting room was still packed with the patients who had to work all day, so they had to wait until after hours to be seen for their checkups, their medication re-fills, or just their plain well visits. It was an example of another one of Luis’ visions that has become to reality. Having the medical clinic open around the clock to see those in need at any time they may need to be seen by their medical provider and not an anonymous Emergency Room doctor.

I tipped my head in greeting at the security guard Walter, who nodded his head in return and opened the secured sliding glass doors from behind his desk that led to the examination rooms and offices in the back. There wasn’t really a need to such a level of security. But Luis was insistent upon anyone being seen in this clinic had to have a sense of safety while on premises and their medical records have protection and privacy from outsiders.

Making a beeline straight for Luis’ office, I avoided the treatment areas as I went. It wasn’t unfair for the intravenous infusion patients to smell the aromas coming from the food containers I was carrying while they are either deathly nauseous from their meds. They had to be without food for the duration of their treatments. Reaching his office, I held my thumb up to the scanner on the wall and watched the red light turn to green before I turned the knob to enter the room.

The door closed and the lock engaged behind me and I couldn’t help but to smile at the utter pristine neatness of Luis’ office space. His desk was almost arranged to OCD standards with the files neatly stacked on one side, his pens and other office supplies in an organizer on the other. It was a miracle with all the paperwork necessary with running an organization like this, that his office didn’t look like a war zone of papers, calendars, schedules and the like. But then again, Luis also had an awesome clerical staff at his disposal.

I shrugged out of my winter coat and hung it on the rack next to his. My dedicated husband has been here since the crack of dawn helping with the infusion patients as well as the daily checkups performed in the clinic. I’m sure he hasn’t eaten anything more than what he could swallow on the go. Sometimes, I had to step in and put my foot down or else my man would never see the other side of these doors. Never mind that the staff on the payroll is generously supplemented by the staff volunteering from the hospital to help.

Two years ago, after the fiasco Michelle Randall attempted to wreak on Luis’ life and Jackson’s estate in attempt to get money her and her son did not deserve by outing Jackson’s medical diagnosis to the world when her blackmailing schemes failed. Luis had taken the reigns and turned what could have been a negative situation into something positive in the form of Randall House. He not only created a charity in Jackson’s name. He created an entire network of resources to further help those diagnosed with HIV/AIDS and the people who cared for them.

Randall House not only offered a twenty-four-hour clinic with top notch physicians on staff like Dr. Brad Malone, one of the main medical doctors, but a plethora of Nurse Practioners like my Rosa, and Luis’ best friend Aubrey. They generously volunteered their time here seeing patients right along with the hired staff. Randall House not only catered to the patient’s physical needs, they also offered mental and psychiatric assistance as well. That department was headed by an old friend of mine and college buddy, the world renown Dr. Royce Covington-Carmicheal.

When Luis had first shared his vision with me and Randall House as still a figment of his imagination. I’d immediately thought of Royce and his Covington House. I knew the that two offered completely different avenues of care on the spectrum of mental health, but at least my friend could have pointed us in the right direction and steer us towards the right people who handled infectious diseases and their treatments.

Royce had jumped head first into the project, dragging his husband Isaac Carmichael, a powerful attorney known for his work with child advocacy and family law behind him. Between two of them, and the plethora of medical professionals, local businessmen, the community, and regular everyday angels who readily jumped on board offering their time, money, and knowledge. Randall House has become a huge success, it’s able to offer housing to the homeless, employment referrals and jobs to those who are able and looking for work. Short term hospice care, meals and household supplies to those in need and of course, medical screenings to the public and ongoing care at a fraction if not free to those who otherwise can’t afford it.

Recently Randall House was able to launch its own pharmacy, and with that blessing it’s able to offer the prescribed medications at a fraction of the cost to our patients. Yes, my husband has been extremely busy in the last two years, but he’d taken the time out to take me back to where it all started in a little cottage by the beach where he’d made an honest man out of me in front of our friends and family right at the exact moment when the last of the sun’s rays had settled into the deep blue sea.

We’d spent two weeks locked up in that same seaside cottage making love and connecting to each other in ways that one could only connect with their soul mate. Luis Randall-Giles was my world, my life, and my reason I thank god, every day when I open my eyes and see him lying there next to me. Happy is too mild of a word to use to describe my life, floating around in a constant state of euphoria maybe a better description of how I lived my day to day life.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I quickly unpacked our dinner on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. It was time to go looking for my workaholic hubby and drag him back here and make sure he eats something substantial.

Maybe I can even convince him to call it a day and get some good old snuggle time in with my man. It’s been awhile, not that I’m protesting, but my cock has surely been making its displeasure and lack of attention known. Blue balls have long since turned to purple and I’m going to rectify my current situation as soon as I make my busy man take a much-needed break.

After the food was arranged to my liking, I walked back over to the door and just as I reached for the knob, the door opened.

“Hey baby. I knew you were going to show up any second now. I was at least trying to beat you to my office.” Luis chuckled as he tipped his chin up and planted a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

And I’m sorry to say, just that brief contact with his petal soft lips was enough to kick off my raging libido. The food I just meticulously set out was forgotten, our surroundings, his office situated in the middle of Randall’s House busy clinic disappeared. The only thing registering to my lust addled brain was the fact that I had my delectable husband within my reach, that and the fact that I haven’t had my mouthwatering man to myself in over two weeks. Something that was unheard of since this beautiful man had given me the privilege to have access to his body on the most intimate of levels.

My body temperature spiked as my blood rushed through my veins, shooting straight to my aching cock. A growl for pure need breeched my throat and I lunged towards the love of my life. Luis’ little whimper as I slammed him against his office door only added fuel to my already raging fire. Using a hand on his jaw to guide his head to the perfect angle for my lips. I locked my mouth across his. I used my tongue to trace his plump bottom lip demanding entrance into the sweet cavern of his mouth.

Thrusting my pelvis forcefully against his, he had no recourse but to feel the rock-hard length of my shaft pushing against his abdomen. Luis moaned under the onslaught of my desire and I used the opportunity to slip my tongue deep into his mouth. Our tongues caressed and twined together in a synchronized dance that we have perfected over the years. The taste of him was rooted deep into my soul as well as my heart. I couldn’t and prayed that I’d never get enough of him.

It didn’t take long for me to have him exactly where I needed him. Luis was now naked from the waist up, his underwear along with pants shoved down his gorgeous legs and pooled around his ankles. My love turned his head and gave me one of his sultry, ‘hurry the hell’, up looks over his shoulder, and I had to close my eyes to gather myself or I was going to come right then and there at the sight my sexy husband presented. I had him facing the door, he braced his weight on his hands and stuck the delectable mouthwatering ass out at me, gently waving the weapon of pure ecstasy at me in open invitation for me to plunder it at will.

My hands shook with the need to bury myself balls deep into his tight heat. I carefully prepared him to take my cock. I was liberal with the lube because I knew there was no way in hell this was going to be a slow, sweet ride. Once I managed to get my dick into him, I’m afraid that I am going to fuck him through the paneling of the door. It’s been too long and I tried to be patient, I knew the importance of Luis’ work, but tell that to my cock. To it, Luis was home base, its own personal haven, and it’s been denied too long.

Luis’ groaned his disapproval when I removed my fingers from his tight, silky channel, but I soon replaced my digits with the wide bulbous head of my straining cock. His slick greedy hole pulled at the head of my shaft and sucked me right into the searing heat of his spasming chute. The milking muscles had me pushing into him until my balls pressed against the perfect globes of his ass.

“Fucking perfect, you are…Simply, agh…Perfect.” I groaned on a log drawn out breath. The feeling Luis’ channel wrapping me up and massaging the length of my shaft was simply sublime. I felt like I was on the ultimate high, and my husband’s little prodding movements and needy little whimpers gave me the green light to go ahead and fuck him like wanted to.

Dropping all pretenses of being gentle, I let myself go. I let my need and my love for this man take over every cell in my body. I withdrew enough to leave only the head of my cock stretching his pulsing ring of muscles, only seconds before my hips snapped forward and buried myself as deep as deep as I could possibly get into him. I began fucking him at a brutal pace.

His balls slapped against mine with the force of my thrusts, sweat dripped off my face and my chest onto his naked back. Watching the rivulets of my sweat running down his flushed skin, led my eyes to where the girth and length of my shaft was powering into him. We were connected as one, the sight was enough to have my impending orgasm streak it’s sharpened claws down the length of my spine.

“Yes, baby, yes! Just like that, please don’t stop!” Luis demanded as he met my power strokes thrust for thrust. He threw his body back against me at the same time I drove mine into his. I knew for a fact he was going to feel this later, but I couldn’t stop. My body and my baser instincts demanded it, needed this hard reclaiming of my man, my love, and my life. This right here, our joining, our becoming one, was something I needed more than I need air to breathe.

Reaching around Luis’ sweat drenched hips, I glided my hand over his wet, throbbing head of his dripping shaft. I used his fluids to help my fingers slide up and down his pulsing shaft in time to my cock plundering his ass. I fucked him with everything that was in me, and soon as I felt his body tense under my much larger frame, and my balls quivered and drew up into guts in preparation for an explosive release.

Luis’ whole body clenched down and his breath stuttered out of his mouth before a scream of utter satisfaction poured out of his throat as surely as his cock pulsed my fist. His semen flowed out the engorged tip, coating my fingers and dripping onto the floor at our feet. His channel forcefully clamped down around the length of my cock, I could barely move as his spasming muscles expressed my come right out of my balls.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head when my release exploded out of my body and into his. I felt like I’d been hit over and over again with bolts of lightning. I jerked with every mind-numbing spurt of come that was ruthlessly expressed from me and deep into my husband. My mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out as my frame continued to buck into him a few more times before my knees began to wobble.

Wrapping my arms around Luis’ slender waist, I eased us down onto the carpet. My cock was still buried firmly in him as I seated him within the cradle of my lap. I could feel the rising and falling of his chest heaving, and his heart pumping underneath the palm of my hands. I was right there with him, breathing in great gulps of air through my mouth, trying desperately to catch my breath as well.

Luis reached back and ran his fingers through my sweaty hair. “Baby, I love you, but we have to get up soon or we’ll catch our death of a cold on this floor and then we won’t be able to. I particularly don’t want my staff to find us like this.” He teased before I rocked my hips and my softening shaft slipped from his warmth followed by a gush of my semen. And like a primal beast, a sense of satisfaction flowed through me, proud that I’d marked him in the most primitive of ways yet again as mine.

“Your wish is ever my command, my love. Let’s get cleaned up in that state of the art bathroom you had installed. Now I know why you wanted such an extravagant space for your o en-suite bathroom.” I got to my feet bringing my husband’s boneless body up with me.

“Hmm…Now bathe me, feed me, and take me home.” He mumbled with his face buried against my shoulder. I knew from the way he draped across me, if I didn’t hurry up and get this show on the road. I was only going to accomplish maybe two out of his three requests.

So, I quickly herded my husband into the shower big enough for the two of us, and proceeded to bathe away the traces of our lovemaking. He was barely conscious as I redressed him and he restyled his hair into some semblance of order while I packed up the food. I called his receptionist to tell her that we were leaving for the night before ushering him out of the side entrance and around to the designated parking spaces towards my car, otherwise if his staff caught sight of him I wouldn’t be able to get him to leave.

My poor generous, kind hearted man. As soon as my tires hit the street, his head lolled to the side and he was out for the count. He looked so soft and angelic while he slept. The dim lights of the street lamps just intensified his sheer beauty and had my heart swelled with pride. This man was mine as surely I was his, and didn’t I feel like I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world as I gently navigated the busy city streets, carefully taking my man to our home and my bed where he belongs.