Every Love, page 3
Angrily, I click the TV off and snatch my phone, texting my address to Andrea. I take another swig of tequila to numb the pain.
Want me to pick you up? she texts me back.
I snap a picture of my dick and send it to her. No, I’m alone. I’ll fuck you here.
It’s not but ten minutes ’til there is a knock on my door. I take another shot and walk over ushering her in. I look outside to make sure no one saw. With her crazy ass boyfriend, who knows what he’s really doing? The street is quiet, and there are no unfamiliar cars.
“Hi, gorgeous,” I tell her, closing the door. My head is spinning, but I know what I want. She walks away from me to set her purse down and I see Arion, like always. I wait for her to come back to me. Closing my eyes the second our bodies touch, my mind is consumed with Arion.
“Jesus, I missed you,” she says crashing her lips against mine. I growl in response slamming her body against the wall. Her fingers find my pants before I can do anything else, and just like that, she has me in her hands stroking my shaft with the same eagerness Arion used to. I keep my eyes closed, imagining I am with Arion again.
The biggest resemblance between these two might just be the way they suck a dick, and boy, does Andrea love to suck me off. She drops to her knees pulling my pants down. As she kneels, I brush the hair gently out of her face. Her lips mold around the head of my cock and I thrust myself into her, making everything I was thinking about wash away. Yeah, I might not be with her for the right reasons, but she is using me just as much as I am using her.
My earlier exhaustion is now replaced with an eagerness for her, to please her and in return find the same pleasure myself. But before any of that can happen, I stay in this moment, where I am right now. My body feels heady, my need to come so strong that I want to give in, wanting to show her how good of a girl she is and to also relish in one of the world’s greatest gifts.
Since returning home and losing Arion, I’ve moved on the best that I can – if it can even be called that – and in doing so, I’ve become obsessed with sex and everything it entails. Maybe it’s because I went so long without it, maybe it’s because I’m older now and am no longer ashamed to give into what my body desires, or maybe it’s my way of avoiding the risk of real emotions, not wanting to get hurt again the way Arion crushed me. But whatever it is, if given the opportunity to come all day, I would.
Fuck, she’s good. All of a sudden, my body quavers as I brace my weight against the wall, tilting my head back. She stops sucking for a second and jerks my cock vigorously. “Come for me, Nate. Give it to me,” she orders, and right away, I let go. She places her lips around my head and sucks up every last drop of what I give her. I can’t control my noises – never can. But, it’s one of the things that gets her wet. Andrea is very vocal herself, and it’s such a turn on. I also love that she tells me what she wants.
Looking down at her, I get a flashback of Arion. This happens so often when I’m with Andrea, and I have to admit it’s what keeps me coming back. I still need those glimpses into the life I had with her. As much as I miss the times we had together. She’s moved on and I need to as well, beyond just looking for the Arion experience with other girls. The problem is…I can’t. This is all that I can handle right now – sex. And…Andrea gives me that. I’m not looking for the strings of a relationship, not with my past or my problems.
She pulls away and I help her stand, then draw my pants up. “Do you want a beer?” I ask her.
“Sure,” she says, following me into the kitchen.
“Here you go, babe,” I say as I hand her the beer, standing square in front of her.
“Why do you call me ‘babe’ and ‘gorgeous’?” she asks.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip before answering and watch her melt looking up at me. “’Cause that’s what you are?”
“Jesus. I really wish we could make us work,” she says.
“I know you do, but anything more than what we have will change everything. I’m not boyfriend material.”
She shakes her head and I can see it hurts her when I tell her no, but I’m not letting my guns down on this. So I distract her how I know to do so well. Taking my hand, I run it across the small of her back and around her side. Her breathing quickens as I trail my fingers up her stomach to her breasts, where I go in, grabbing a handful of her plump tit. She moans, resting against the counter, and I lift her shirt, kissing her nipple before I take it in between my teeth.
She almost falls back, catching herself at the last second, then slowly, she lowers herself. I smirk at her as she lies back so beautifully against the cold counter. Taking my hands, I lift her up and trail kisses all over her body. Her arms are splayed so beautifully above her head, showing every contour of her body. She reaches down and unbuttons her jeans. I know what she wants, after all, it’s why she’s here.
Taking my hands, I slide them under her waistband and she lifts her ass so I can get them off. Her pussy is glistening for me, so wet and beautiful. Looking at the counter she is lying on, this is perfect. I can fuck her here and not have to worry about my leg one bit. Pulling my pants down, I grab a condom out of the pocket. She leans up, watching me roll it down my length, and the second I’m done I ask her, “How do you want it?”
“Hard. Fuck me as hard as you can,” she says with the most serious expression on her face.
Looking down, I line up my cock with her opening before slamming into her. She screams out in ecstasy arching off of the counter and I pull her thighs down, getting her right where I want her. Everything inside of her is tight, I’m so fucking horny it’s hard to even describe. She wiggles a little above me and it spurs me to begin moving, deep, long, hard strokes, hitting her in just the right spot.
“Take your shirt off,” I pant, needing to see her tits bounce while I fuck her.
She listens like a good girl, even removing her bra. So finally, I give her what she asks for – a good hard fucking. It rubs my cock off just right and I can sense that I can come again. Andrea is lying there bracing her weight, holding on to anything she can as I fuck her intensely. Her noises are so loud, matched with my grunts, so I know it won’t be long ’til we relish in a release.
Looking down, I love how my cock looks, how sexy it is to watch myself penetrate her body. Focusing on her sex wrapped so tightly around me, I lose it. With my hands fiercely gripping her hips, I revel in yet another orgasm and am rewarded with hers as well. Her entire body shakes, she has one hand clamped around her tit while the other is on my side, willing me to keep going.
Looking down at Andrea, I see Arion. I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and let my fucked up mind drift me to the past so I can keep the illusion of still being with Arion alive.
“I really wish you’d stop worrying about me,” my mom says, doing her best to stay strong.
I can see she’s worried herself; it’s written all over her face. She keeps picking at the skin on her arm and that’s how I know. She keeps leading on that everything is okay, but I can tell she’s only telling me what I want to hear, to make me feel better. My dad is still talking to the doctor outside the room and I can’t bear to leave my mom right now.
“I’m not worried,” I lie, hoping it will calm her a bit.
“Nate, you have the same look on your face as you did when you broke the Neilson’s window when you were seven, or when the cops came to the house for the party that you weren’t throwing while your dad and I were out of town, or—”
I cut her off, “All right, I get it. I’m worried, Ma.” Images of her in a nursing home as her health declines race through my mind. “I mean, how the hell am I not supposed to be, Ma, when you’re the most important person in my life?”
“You have to trust in the doctors and have faith that they are sending me to the best possible place there is.”
“I’m trying, I really am. But you’re going to be almost an hour from the house, we can’t stay the night with you, it’s…it’s just a lot to process.”
“I know. It’ll all work out, baby, you’ll see.”
I let go of her hands, placing my face in mine, exhaling deeply, while I do my best to listen to her words and really believe in them.
My dad walks in with the same expression on his face that he’s had for a week now and it’s clear the news today crushed him. “Dr. Harrington believes this place you’re going is the best in the state.”
“See, Nate? I told you they are sending me to the best place there is.”
“Will you stop saying they’re sending you away? It’s like you’re getting shipped off and we’re never going to see you again.” I feel bad for snapping at my mom, but my tolerance for all this worry is wearing thin. Besides, I’m protective of her, especially since losing Arion.
“You know what I mean.” She reaches for my hand and my dad’s too. All three of us sit in silence, not saying a word. There is a sense of fear amongst us for what the future holds.
“How long do you have to be there for?” I ask.
She looks at my dad with tears in her eyes. I already know what the answer is. They haven’t given her a timeline. It all depends on whether or not she can regain her strength and walk again. My mind starts to spiral…what if she never walks again? Immediately, I fear the worst and have to excuse myself from the room. I take a breath on my way out, to keep myself in the moment and in control. Emerging into the hallway, the doctor is still out there talking to one of the nurses. When I’d talked to him earlier, I’d felt the information he was giving us was really vague. He looks right at me and asks me, “How are you doing?”
I shake my head, “I don’t know.”
“Can I help?”
“I’m not sure how to say this, but what if my mom’s MS gets worse, or if she can’t bounce back from this?”
He takes his glasses off and rests a hand on my shoulder. “The course of the disease is different for everyone. Right now, it’s too difficult to predict what will happen, so my advice is to be positive for your mom. It’ll make a difference in her recovery, enjoy every single second that you have with her, and don’t let your mind drift down a negative road.”
I nod my head, understanding how he handles things, but I on the other hand am a realist. Don’t get me wrong, I’m trying to be positive for her…but there is still that constant fear inside of me that she’s never going to come home.
“I’m trying, I really am,” I tell him genuinely. “But aren’t there any other facilities closer to here that she could get into?”
“For your mom, it came down to treatment options. In just the past week, I’ve seen a decline in her health. This place handles MS patients vigorously, and they have the best of the best rehabilitation specialists. I promise you all are going to love it. The drive not so much, but her treatment is worth it.”
“Okay,” I agree.
He shakes my hand and says, “Remember, call me any time if you need anything at all.”
He walks off and I look around, feeling everyone staring at me. Rage courses through me suddenly, and I want to blow my hand straight through the fucking wall. Instead, I take a deep breath, knowing I need to get out of here and have a drink…or five.
Walking back in, my mom is asleep…well, at least her eyes are closed. I gesture my dad towards me and he listens. As we step out into the hallway, I give him a hug. “I’m so sorry, Dad.”
He just nods his head holding on to me; my dad is so broken. Pain burns in my chest because I’ve never seen him this upset. Goddamn the situation we are in. “She’s gonna be all right, dad.” I try and comfort him, but right now my attitude sucks, being here isn’t going to help anyone or anything.
“Nash called, he needs me to stop by the gym, if you’re cool with that?” I lie, looking for my escape.
“It’s getting late, son, please go.”
“Thanks,” I tell him and glance in at my mom once more; she is still sleeping just like an angel.
I call Nash as soon as the cool air hits my face.
“What up, sexy?” he answers being a smart ass, but it brings a smile to my face and convinces me that getting his perspective on things will help.
“Just leaving the hospital. Wanna meet for a drink?”
“Sure, where are you thinking?”
“The Tavern?”
“Sounds great, I’ll see you there in about fifteen.”
I hop in my car, my mind racing with a million different things swirling through it. I’m really not sure how my dad and I are going to handle being so far away from my mom, or how she is going to cope with being off somewhere on her own, without us. In a time like this, she’s going to need us more than ever.
While I drive, I can’t think of anything to make things work. All I keep picturing is her on the bathroom floor and I sure as hell don’t want that to happen again.
Pulling up to the bar, it’s busy. There are tons of people crammed inside, so I decide to head in and grab a spot at the bar while I wait for Nash. Luckily there are two spots right at the end of the counter, which I swoop and then try to decide what to order.
Since I need to be able to drive home tonight, I decide to stick with beers, but my nerves make me want a shot. I can always call Amanda to pick me up…she doesn’t drink…so when the bartender comes over, I order two beers and three shots. As she sets everything in front of me, I hand her my credit card to open a tab and knock back a shot. The cool burn of the alcohol and the warmth in my stomach is my favorite.
“What up, brother?” Nash asks, sitting next to me grabbing one of the beers. “Is this for me?”
“Sure is,” I tell him, grabbing mine.
We clink bottles and he asks, “How are things?”
“Not good.”
“Didn’t get the news you were hoping for?”
Shaking my head I take a swig of my beer. “No, maybe even worse.”
“What? Why?”
“The hospital is moving her to a facility an hour from our house and the doctor won’t even be frank with me about the prognosis.”
“Can you get a second opinion?”
“We did. The other doctor agreed that rehab is the best thing for her.”
“Damn, man, I’m sorry,” he says.
“Me too,” I tell him and knock back another shot, he does the same, and fortified, I admit my fear, “I don’t know what to do, man.”
“Is there anywhere else that she can go?”
I shake my head as the bartender approaches. “We’ll take another round,” I tell her.
“Why don’t you move closer to the place she’s going? I’m assuming that it’s going to be long term?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is.”
“You’ve been wanting to get your own place for a while now, this will just help you make it happen. I bet Amesha could find you something sick and pretty quick.”
“That’s not a bad idea. You got her number?”
“Hell yeah, I do.” He pulls his ginormous phone out of his pocket and scrolls through his contacts. “I’ll text it to you.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m glad you asked me to meet. I wanted to talk to you about the whole…” he looks around the bar to make sure no one we know is there. “The engagement.”
“You still thinking her birthday?”
“I am, but with everything that’s happened with your mom, I completely understand if you want me to stay in town for a while.”
“Absolutely not. Book your trip, and ask her. Amanda will be back at work soon and I need to keep busy.”
“You sure?”
I grab a shot and slide one to him. As much as I’m hurting inside for my mom, she’s going to be okay. I have to believe that. Right now he needs me to step up, and he’s helped me so much. It’s the least I can do. “To the future,” I toast. We raise our shots to each other and leave it at that.
“How’s the ankle feeling?” I ask Amanda.
“It’s good. I’m ready to start teaching classes again, that’s for sure.”
“When are you thinking?”
“I was gonna try next week, but with no weights or anything.”
“Make sure you tell Candace and just take it easy, okay?”
She glares at me, she’s tired of me babying her.
“Hi, Nate,” an unfamiliar voice says from behind me. I look over my shoulder to see a cute brunette standing with her hands on her hips.
“Hey,” I respond and look at Amanda. She has a smile on her face and I know exactly what she’s thinking. I’m hesitant to turn around. Most of the women that come up to me here are after one thing…my money. But I will myself to turn anyways. Being the owner, I don’t want to be an asshole, in case this chick really does have a legitimate question. She continues to stare at me with her brown hair and big eyes. I can see right through her contacts that they aren’t really blue.
“Did you have a question?” I ask her.
“Oh, yeah…sorry. I was…I was wondering if I could book some private lessons with you?”
Immediately I shake my head. “No can do, I don’t give lessons. But Amanda does.” I turn to see her still watching us. “Isn’t that right, Amanda?”
“Sure. Wanna take a look at my calendar?”
Then the chick completely catches me off guard stepping to me, touching our bodies together and wrapping her hand around one of my biceps. “Please,” she whispers, looking up at me with the most pitiful eyes.
Before I can react, Amanda jumps in, saving the day. She separates us and wraps her arm around my waist. “The only one he gives lessons to is me. Got it?”
As I hold Amanda back, I chuckle, especially watching the way this chick changes. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you two were dating.”
