by Gina Whitney
My breath caught, and it was the first time I was actually speechless. He asked Abel. Jesus fuck, that’s ballsy…or maybe he’s crazy. Now, there’s a possibility I didn’t even consider.
“I’m sorry…was last night a one-time thing? If it is, that’s cool, but I’d like to know.” He threw his apron on the counter as he stalked toward me. The corners of his lips turned up into a sexy smile. “Hey, why the serious face?”
I chewed my cheek, wondering the same thing, but decided to table that thought. “Just figuring out some things. I don’t know what this is, as it was just a few hours ago that it became a ‘this’ type of thing.” I needed to change the subject. I’d begun to flub big-time, and sounded like a fucking pansy. “Let’s eat. It smells delicious.”
We ate our stuffed veal chops and vegetable medley while overlooking the pool. The night air felt hot and thick on my skin, and it didn’t help that my cock was hard all through the meal. I watched carefully as his lips closed around the fork, his throat swallowing the food, and the sigh that followed. I’m surprised I was able to concentrate on a simple conversation.
“So, any family?” It was a nosy question, but I was a nosy motherfucker. I had to be.
He took a long sip of his chardonnay before answering. “Some family back in New York, but we don’t speak,” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, and I desperately wanted to do that for him. Thoughts of wiping random things from his body using my tongue entered my mind, and I had to shake them loose in order to keep up with the conversation.
“That’s too bad. I don’t have any real family except for what you see around here. But I’m thankful for what I have,” I stated, even though he didn’t ask. There was some discomfort to his answer, and I wanted to steer the conversation into more mellow waters. “So, how did you become a chef to the stars?” I asked curiously. I mean, who didn’t love a hot man who could cook. Sign me up for some of that goodness.
He took a sip of wine before answering. “My mother enjoyed cooking. I guess she loved just being around the kitchen. I started helping, asking questions, tasting new recipes…and it helps I love food. I find joy in it. To me, nothing says love more than preparing a nice meal for someone you care for. The caveat is the smile of appreciation on their face. It’s…golden. As a kid, my best memories were of rounding the corner to the smell of my mother’s cooking.”
Holy shit. All that, and he has a heart. Can it be? Could anyone be this lucky? “Well, someone needs to thank her. You’re exceptional…”
“I should clean up. It’s getting late,” he said, standing from the table abruptly.
Not happening. I wasn’t about to let him leave.
“No…no…no. You cooked. The least I could do is clean up,” I said, grabbing his plate. Yeah, fucking right. When in this lifetime have I ever cleaned up? Then again, when was the last time I had a cock like that in my mouth? Life was all about timing. I preached this shit to the girls endlessly, and never listened to my own words. I would seize this moment and freeze it for as long as possible…keeping him in a state of sexual bliss. He’d have no other alternative but to seek me out. Simply, people loved to get off, and if they found someone who was proficient at it—game over. This night would not end anytime soon if I had anything to do with it. If I had to be Cinder-fucking-ella, then so be it.
I took the decanter and placed it on the table closest to the pool’s entrance. “I’ll only be a few minutes. Sit and relax.”
He nodded, leaving his napkin behind and walking to the far table next to the pool. I watched his legs eat up the pool deck in long, powerful strides. He had a handsome face with defined features. Dark hair with a spattering of silver gave him a mature look, but still fuck-hot. By the tone of his skin and features, I suspected Greek. However, I wasn’t going to busy up the evening with any more probing questions. I scraped the plates into the garbage disposal and them left them in the sink. I’d come back to that at some point…or not.
I peeked out the slider and noticed his shoes were off. Good. He made himself comfortable. I hoped his clothes would follow, maybe even convince him to sleep over.
When I returned, I’d hoped he would be naked. No such luck. He looked deep in thought, and I couldn’t help but think bringing up his family and taking it to such a personal place wasn’t the best idea. I needed something to salvage this night. I sat in the chair next to him, pouring myself some more wine with a smile. I couldn’t remember being so attracted to someone—ever. “What would you like to do now?”
His finger steepled and a spark flashed in his eyes. “What are you comfortable with?”
I held his gaze. Now wasn’t the time to be unsure. Either I was going to continue this, or snuff it out. “Everything.” I lied. Yeah, I’d done the usual, but hardly anything that would be considered kinky. Especially with the crowd around here. They wore their kink like a fucking badge of honor.
“How about a swim?” he suggested, his hands already at his waistband.
“Sure.” I wasn’t going to refuse seeing that lean, muscled body. Had to be about my height—six-two. I stood and walked to the edge of the pool. He leaned in, lowering his lips against my ear, circling the outer-shell with his tongue. “Tonight’s your turn,” he said, grabbing my cock through my pants and giving it a quick pump.
His caramel eyes held me in place. I could only respond with my words. “Yes,” I breathlessly answered. I was the first to remove my shirt and kick off my pants. I walked to the deeper water, and dove in expertly.
When I came to the surface, I heard his deep chuckle, and it made my balls tighten. It was a beautiful, starry night—the moon high in the sky. I was thankful to have the house all to myself for once. I felt at ease instead of lonely. My arousal was high, and I was ready for the games to begin. I continued to tread water and waited for his entrance. Tonight, there was no dive. Instead, he chose to wade in slowly, his cock springing to life with every anticipated step. My hand firmly held my own. It was poetic the way the water broke over his thighs as he neared.
He swam the rest of the way to me and held his hand out for mine. I took hold, letting him pull me into his arms. One arm secured me against his chest and his lips started working mine with skill. God, yes, I wanted this, and I wanted to scream it. I wanted all of LA to know my excitement, but I kept it down as his lips dotted heated kisses along my neck, nipping as he went along. The shadow of bristled hair along his jaw scratched my face, and left behind a burning sensation I felt clear to my balls.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” he murmured, swallowing my next question: How long?
I shivered from his heat, the way his mouth worked against my own, and the way he not so subtly ground his hard cock against my thigh. I hadn’t been kissed like that in so long. I almost forgot how much I enjoyed the foreplay. I was usually already on my knees by this point, so, kissing wasn’t even an option. My tongue met his again with a fiery passion I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Intoxication. The water hindered our movement, as erotic as it was. I needed to touch, to feel, to explore him thoroughly. His kisses were hungrier now, and I wanted more. More of him. More of everything. A familiar stir settled in my balls, and I groaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. What I wouldn’t give to have that mouth on me—there.
We needed to move and quick. “We have to move to shallow water or I’ll drown. The last thing I want to concentrate on is staying alive.”
He dipped below the surface and kicked off the wall swimming the length of the pool underwater. I met him at the end where the slope was a gradual incline, the water just above our knees.
“Last night you took care of me. Tonight, I want to do the same for you,” he said, stroking my cock a few times. The heat from his body was paralyzing, the look in his eyes captivating, and I wanted to overdose on both.
The thought of his mouth on my cock got my attention. “If you keep stroking my cock like that, I’m going to explode. So if you’re offeri
ng…”
He lowered himself to his knees and stroked his own cock a few times. I quickly looked around for prying eyes. I knew no one was home, but the thought of Abel and his homophobia made my stomach flip. I had no idea what he would do…never been in this position before. I usually walked in on them in various primal poses.
By his expression, I could surmise he didn’t expect the size or width of my cock. “Fuck, this is a nice surprise.”
I had one word. “Grower.” Did he think he was the only one with a big dick? Fuck, I needed to see how he planned on sucking me off. I hoped his jaw was nice and loose. His hands roamed, touching, squeezing, and kneading the fuck out of my skin. My orgasm simmered below the surface as he continued a slow and steady build. My skin was on fire, electricity ran through my veins, waking the dormant parts of my body and lighting a smoldering fire in my soul.
“So fucking ripped,” he said, and my cock bobbed, begging for his touch. His tongue poked out to wet his bottom lip. Hunger. “I’m going to suck this thick cock.” He squeezed. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”
I found his arrogance sexy, but… “I need to see what kind of skill you have before I consider being stretched by that…” I pointed to his cock. His teeth seemed impossibly white in the moon’s beam. Good fucking god, he was glorious to look at. On his knees, his hand fisted my cock tightly, his chest had just the right amount of hair, and he had a face any gay man would love to come all over.
This was a nice way to wrap up the day. I could use a good cock-sucking, and after sucking him off last night, I couldn’t deny I wanted to be filled by him. I wasn’t the least bit concerned with where. It was more about when. However, I’d keep that to myself.
I was dying to thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair and got my chance a few minutes later. He gripped both side of my hips and nuzzled the sweet spot between my groin. His tongue ran the length of my cock. Then enclosed over my head. He sucked, only taking the tip of my cock as he pumped.
“Fuck, Michael.” I moaned, watching his grin widen around my cock. My hips shoved forward, wanting more. I needed him to take me deeper. Stop toying with me. I nearly growled. I’m pretty fucking sure he wouldn’t be able to swallow one of my loads, but would love to see him try.
My fingers flexed along his scalp as his lips slid down my length. Just a little further. Open a little wider. I fought the need to push forward. His hands moved to the backs of my thighs to steady himself before picking up the pace. Fuck, his mouth feels good. His lips and mouth stretched wide on the way down, and formed a nice suction on the way up. “That’s it…ahh.” I would lose it in a few more strokes.
I looked down at the man who had my cock in his mouth, and thought how odd life was. Never would I have regarded him as a potential lover. Who would think I’d fine romance under Abel Gunner’s roof?
Michael started to hum as he pulled me deeper into his mouth, and I watched, struggling to stay vertical. My orgasm came barreling down. “Keep sucking me just like that,” I choked out, unable to focus on anything but his hot mouth and the hungry, sucking sounds he made.
My cock started to thicken, and I knew it was coming. Fuck. My fingers tightened, my hips now pumping, and I ground out my orgasm against his face. He choked down three creamy spurts, and I jerked the last one on his handsome face. Now, that’s a facial.
“Thank you, I needed that,” I whispered into the night air. My body was still humming.
I didn’t realize he was on his feet. He pulled out his wallet from his discarded pants next to the pool, producing a condom. “My turn,” he said as he tore it open with his teeth.
“Yes, it is.” I smiled and walked to the table. “My legs still have tremors.” I drained the last bit of chardonnay from my glass, and then his. “Not here. Let’s head to my room.” I pointed to the guest house. It sat on the western part of the property, which held some seclusion and a breathtaking view of the city below.
I was already awake and cleaned up, waiting for the doctor to discharge Gia and the baby. Nurse Jill dropped off Bella, and promised to be back shortly with some paperwork. Bella was swaddled in her blanket, and fast asleep as I rolled her across the room while the nurse helped Gia in the bathroom. Gia had an outfit on the bed for the baby that Chance had bought. I wheeled her over and lifted her, placing her on the bed. Her blue eyes cracked opened for a second and closed. How hard could it be to put clothes on a baby, I thought. Anything in an effort to speed up getting the fuck out of here.
I unwrapped her from her baby-burrito. She was in a diaper and a side-snap T-shirt. I unsnapped her carefully and removed one arm at a time until she was free. Her little legs fell to the sides reminding me of a frogs’ legs. Except hers were way cuter. Dragonfly, will be her nickname, I decided. The onesie Chance bought was white and said “born to rock” in pink rhinestones. It was cute for sure, but there was no way the opening was big enough for her head. I stretched it with my hands until I heard the material rip. Fuck. I took a deep breath and gently pulled until it was over her head. Now, her eyes were open and she stared up at me. I smiled at my little Bella and hoped like hell she wasn’t going to have a fit crying for the next twenty minutes. She was curiously quiet, but I’d take it over crying. One arm at a time, and three final snaps to secure the bottom. Done.
“Well. Well. Well. Any clue how sexy and adorable it is to see you dressing our daughter?”
I shrugged. “I’m not adorable.”
“Pfft, you have no freakin’ clue, do you? If I were to upload a picture of you with Bella anywhere, it would get millions of views. Any pictures of me, and I get hate posts.” Gia’s smile lit me up like no other. There was no use in arguing her point. The fans were out of their minds and fuck crazy.
“Here we go.” Nurse Jill waved the discharge papers in the air. Gia clapped and followed Jill to the tray-table. “I need your signature here, here, here, and here.” She pointed to the Xs on three pages. “You’re to follow up with the doctor in a week, and she will need to see her pediatrician in two days.” Gia signed, and I made a note on my phone to make an appointment with the pediatrician.
“It’s earlier than I expected, but I’m not going to complain. I anticipated being held captive at least until noon,” I said, mainly to Jill.
“We know how eager parents are to start their journey and get into a routine. Gia and the baby are perfectly healthy, so there’s no reason to keep you longer than necessary. The doctor was in very early this morning. However, he didn’t want to disturb you, as you were both sleeping,” she explained while signing her own name where needed.
Another nurse wheeled in a wheelchair. “It’s policy,” she said before we even asked. “Is your car curbside?”
“It will be if you give me a minute,” I answered and typed a quick text. I walked to the window, lifting the blinds. “Fucking media. This should be fun.” My chest had started to constrict.
Gia wrapped her arm around my waist, comforting me. “We have to deal with it at some point. Unless you aren’t ready to leave?” She lifted her brow in question.
“I was ready to take you both home days ago. It feels like we’ve been here for years. I want to get home already.” I knew I was complaining, but my skin crawled just waiting to leave.
“I know. Me too.” She leaned in, squeezing me. “Let’s get out of here.”
I grabbed the few bags and her leather satchel while Jill parked the chair behind Gia. She handed Gia the baby and we were officially off to start our new life.
The elevator descent was at a crawl, and I found myself playing with my lip ring nervously.
“You’ll be fine,” Jill said with a warm, motherly smile.
I nodded, but she hadn’t a clue what we were up against with the media. She’ll have a front seat to it in two minutes.
We went through the main lobby, and as usual, people’s interest in my colorful skin garnered the most attention. Their eyes volleyed between me, Gia, and Bella. That’s when the whisp
ers started. That’s him…he’s with her…supposedly, it’s his baby, or so she says. My god, who would do that to themselves? He’s a walking billboard for immorality.
My hands fisted, opening and closing as we walked. The urge to lose it began to rise with every second that passed, and I felt ready to erupt. I couldn’t give a fuck, but my two girls were at my side being judged as well.
“Don’t even think about,” Gia murmured under her breath. She held a smile, despite the looks and stares. She was a proud woman—my woman. And she refused to let the ugliness taint this moment.
We approached the door and I decided to place the packages in the car before my love. “Give me a second.” I walked out the front door, happy to see hospital security around the limo.
I was surprised to see Dave with the driver. “Did you honestly think I would let you deal with this bullshit alone? It’s my job.” Dave had a relationship with the media, and they respected that relationship. He gave them special access to events. In turn, they’d pull back if he asked. I guess he asked. One gangly photog stood waiting with his camera. “Well, it’s either this”—he pointed to the photog—”or that.” He looked toward the sea of reporters beyond the gate. “We control it this way.”
I nodded, throwing the bags in the back of the limo and addressed the photog. “Stay the fuck where you are, nightcrawler, and ask no questions.” He didn’t say a word, but kept his eye on the hospital door. Slimy fuck.
I walked back, opening the hospital for Nurse Jill to wheel Gia out. She had a wide, happy smile with Bella secured against her chest, Gia shielding her eyes from the bright sun.
“I have to check the car-carrier,” Jill said, peeking into the limo. I had that secured for the last few days. “You guys ready?” she asked, helping Gia out of the chair.
“I’ve got it from here, and thank you for all your care. I appreciate you taking care of my girls,” I said, threading my arm around Gia’s waist.
