Spencer is at the front, waiting on me with a buff of a beam splashed on his face and a fantastically tailored suit to side with it. His best man…I never knew he had connections with Bryce Chapman, let alone having him as his best man.
And by my side, ushering me down the aisle is his partner in justice. Blake Young is as teary eyed as any man would be. He fit the bill anyway, with no father figure left for me to call my own. I think he has never been this elated. Or maybe he’s just allergic to the incense in the air.
To be fair and melodramatic, the kiss is all I remember from the altar. Spencer grabbed my face like he never had before, like the way he kissed me atop Bishop’s Cove all those years ago. The warmth in his hands on my face as they lightly brushed my hair was simply…magic.
“I’m tired love,” he moans into my ear. We’re at the reception outside Chief Simmons’ home. I thought of it a really nice gesture of him, but everyone else, Spencer and Blake included, took pictures and silent stares at the man. He must have different histories with everyone in the force. Spencer is still receiving gifts and well wishes from his workmates, and I was relatively curious when a curvy lady in a black dress came over and kissed me by the chick and addressed Spencer as her homeboy. She introduced herself as Nicole, and the suspicion rolled away.
“We could leave right now you know, elope and not tell anyone,” I offer. My feet are killing me too. The event has been too long, even longer than my botched ceremony of a wedding to Carl.
“What about Spence?”
“Henrietta’s here…she can take care of him for a year and not bat an eye. Besides, he’s too hype on the sugar reward we gave him after bringing the rings to the altar in such gentlemanly fashion,” I answer. More gifts keep coming our way.
His best man, Bryce, walks over with his tall self and slaps Spencer on the back. “Mr. Winters…finally! You have no idea how glad I am about you two. Mrs. Winters…this guy…this guy right here…” he points and slaps him some more on the shoulder, much to Spencer’s discomfort. “He’s a keeper. I’m glad you followed your heart buddy.”
“Well, my heart better get me and my family courtside tickets to your games man,” scoffs my husband.
“Oh you know it brother.”
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the dance of the evening – Mr. and Mrs. Winters!” booms the PA system above us. Chief is really excited.
“Shall we?” he asks, giving room for me and my whale-like belly. Bryce shuffles a distance away. I grab Spencer’s hand and rise up. The guests applaud.
“Let’s.”
The grass is soft on my ankles. This is one of those perks of being pregnant; no one giving two fucks about your decorum. And the care he gives my belly…oh man.
Barry White comes alive over the sound waves, and his particular flare from the 60s…gadamn!
“How did you know? I love this song!”
“I wouldn’t be your husband if I didn’t,” he says into me. This moment, when Barry professes his love to all the women out there, through his words and his smooth-ass baritone telling how much a man loves a woman through to his dying breath…My First My Last My Everything sums up all I see in Spencer Winters’ eyes.
“Hey babe, is it too early to suggest handcuffs for tonight?” he asks, gently cruising me along with him on the ground. Everyone’s joined in on the dance floor, even Serena has found her way with a young man by the corner. I hold Spencer tight and away from the judgy talk soon to come if he sees them.
“Ha…well…how about we do that after our daughter is not inside of me?”
“Very well,” he smiles and kisses my forehead. “I have the rest of our lives to defile you in every way imaginable, and…to love you in equal measure.”
“I like the sound of that Winters,” I whisper as I gently rock along with him to the sound of love.
Ha-ha. And they say happiness is a choice. I think it depends on who makes that choice for you.
*
Melissa is asleep in my arms. She takes after her father entirely. Her tiny nose twitches as she dreams of whatever joys or monsters her life is going to be filled with. As Spence reads her a story through song, The Tale of the Three Rocks has never sounded better. It is quiet here in the nursery. It soothes the sounds of the purple coming from the walls.
I lay her down in her crib and cover her up. She will never have to fear any of those monsters, not as long as her family sticks by her. Spencer pops his head in, and I can feel his smile as he watches us.
“Buddy…it’s time for bed.”
“Already? But I wanted to really watch some more of Rick and Morty before school tomorrow. Brandon and I have a bet on what happens in the next episode,” he whines.
“Maybe I can record it for you Spence, and we can even watch it together tomorrow okay? How does that sound?”
He considers it a moment, and agrees. “Cool…now, come with me. I need a moment with your mom.”
They walk out of the room hand in hand, leaving me with Melissa. I take my time absorbing the past. It’s a wonder how much we are slaves to it, despite who we are or what we can do. I switch off the light and leave the door slightly ajar, making sure the baby monitor works perfectly.
Our house is warm. I love that about it. Especially since we have a balcony on our floor with enough city lights to see and awe in. I love going there on my best nights; few prying eyes there.
I walk along the corridor and pass through our bedroom. The sound of Spence and his dad brushing their teeth echoes through. It is cold outside.
The ring on my finger is beautiful; a family heirloom from Spencer’s mom Serena. I pull the scarf around me tighter. The lights are like fairies in the dust, and the darkness of the absent moon beautiful.
Warm hands engulf my shoulders, and a wet tongue licks the nape of my neck. Tingly…
“Do you, Jasmine Winters, promise to love and cherish your marriage to me, for all your life till death and beyond?” Word by word, he tears away at any fabric that covers my flesh. His teeth sink in to my neck as he rips away my panties.
“Yes Sir…I promise…mmh…”
The clink of the silver we keep in the drawers under the bed sharpen my senses. He grabs my arms and tenderly slithers down the cold metal down my naked breasts to my wrists. He binds me to him. Slowly, I can feel his boner harden and crust at the end of my pussy.
“Spencer, sir, someone might see us up here,” I warn.
SMACK!
“Did I tell you to speak my love?”
“No sir,” his fingers caress the budding gel under my groin. God this feels good…
“Then let whoever wants to watch enjoy the show…”
The trenches of time are deep, but through this, through the one man I have always known to love and care for I see a light. Rewards come to those who wait. And with him inside of me, there is finally a touch of serenity.
I am happy.
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Chapter 1 – Darren
The chilly mountain air felt refreshing as it breezed past me, tussling my hair and threatening to push me over with each powerful blow. As strong as it was, I welcomed the brisk gusts of wind that reminded me that I was still alive.
I never imagined that I would be so content, living all alone off in the mountains, away from civilization. It’s funny how one single event can alter the course of your life in an instant.
Sitting on the deck on the back of my house, I looked out at the majestic, snow-covered mountain peaks far off in the distance. It w
as like watching a movie that had been paused on a frozen frame. Nothing moved despite the wind billowing all around. In fact, other than the wind, there was a calm silence that permeated the air all around me.
I sat back and closed my eyes, letting my mind drift like the dry tree branches were drifting in the wind. I almost jumped out of my chair when my phone, which was sitting on my lap, began to vibrate.
Guess I can’t get a fucking moment of peace, even when I try, I thought.
When I looked at the caller ID, my heart sank and I let out an involuntary groan. I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but I knew from my past bad habit of ignoring phone calls that that would only lead to an endless barrage of calls and messages until I answered, so I decided that it would be better for me to just get it over with and answer the phone.
“Hi, Harlow,” I answered, dryly.
“Hey, Darren. God, it’s good to hear your voice again. How have you been?”
“Been good. What’s up?” I asked, curtly.
“I just wanted to know how everything was going for you,” he said. “I’ve been trying to reach out to all of the guys who were treated by Dr. Davis. I’ve been trying to reach you guys ever since he treated me. What he did was wrong and his victims need to band together and support each other and make him pay…”
I chuckled at the irony of his word choice. He definitely did pay, alright. In fact, the house that I was living in was part of the payment that I got from him after he was brought up on fraud charges.
I remember it like it was yesterday. My phone rang and it was a call from Dr. Davis’ attorney wanting to offer me a hefty settlement in exchange for my silence and an agreement not to sue him.
I was depressed. I was convinced that I could never have a normal life again. I felt that the accident and treatment by Dr. Davis made me look like a monster, a freak of nature meant to star in some horror movie. I did the calculations and determined that the amount of money that Dr. Davis was agreeing to give me was enough for me to live out the rest of my existence in quiet solitude, away from people who might mock or shudder in horror at the sight of my face.
So, I jumped at the offer and never looked back. Then, I made some wise investments with the money, backing some tech startups that a friend of mine who owns a venture capitalist firm advised me to support, and the money grew even more. Soon, I had more money than I even knew what to do with.
Therefore, I didn’t like Harlow’s choice of the word “victim,” either. I was no goddamn victim. I’m Darren King, and I could survive anything. Could, and have. Sure, I have some emotional and physical scars to prove it, but, I wasn’t one to sit around at some support group and moan about my condition— if that’s what Harlow was getting at.
I was someone who knew how to face my problems head on and take action to improve things. I couldn’t change the past but I could damn well make sure my present and future were as good as they could be despite it.
So, this phone conversation that I was having with Harlow was an annoyance that I would rather not have to deal with. Plus, I could risk violating the settlement agreement I had made with Dr. Davis if I said too much.
“Hey, look, man,” I said. “I understand that things turned out badly for us. I really do. But, I finally have some peace and a chance at somewhat of a normal life. I made my home in the mountains, away from the prying eyes of people and I am very happy here. I came here to escape people. I really don’t want to talk to anyone.”
“I know what you mean,” Harlow insisted, “but Dr. Davis shouldn’t be able to get away with what he did to us. If it weren’t for him, you might not feel like you don’t have a place in normal society. He ruined our lives and we need to stand up together to make sure that he doesn’t ruin any more.”
“Hey, man, why can’t you take the hint?” I asked through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to talk to anyone. And that includes you. I work hard every day to try to forget that day that our helicopter went down, so I don’t need you calling to remind me exactly how much my life has been ruined.”
“Hey, we’re on the same side here, Darren. What happened to us isn’t something that you can just easily forget.”
I could hear the hurt in his voice, but I didn’t care. He kept pressing the conversation no matter how many fucking times I tried to get him to shut up about it. I felt he wasn’t respecting my need for space.
“Just leave me alone!”
I hung up the phone before he had the chance to say anything else.
I jumped up from my seat on the deck and began pacing. I was angry and wanted to find a way to relax.
My mind went back to the last time that I’d been able to relax, when I was in bed with a beautiful woman. That had been so long ago. But, my cock still stiffened at the thought.
I walked slowly to my room, my hardening member guiding the way. Once in my room, I closed the door, pulled down my pants, and sat down. I looked down at my dick, veins bulging from my own excitement. I’d been blessed with a big cock but today it looked particularly enlarged, as if reminding me it had been neglected, and trying to thank me for paying it attention.
I spat on my hand and started running my hand up and down the length of the shaft. The quiet smacks from the lubrication of my saliva made me imagine the women that I used to sleep with. I could see their perky tits bouncing up and down as they slammed their wet pussies up and down on my cock. I could hear their guttural cries of ecstasy as our bodies writhed on the bed, sending us into wild fits of powerful orgasms.
But, no matter how much I tried to have my own orgasm, rubbing my dick faster and faster, I just couldn’t cum. After almost an hour of trying, my dick went limp and I gave up.
How disappointing, I thought. I curled up on the bed, thinking about how pitiful I had become. I was angry at myself.
“Even my dick is broken,” I said aloud, to nobody in particular. It seemed like the accident had left every part of me dysfunctional and deficient.
My mind drifted back to that day, the day that had changed my life forever. I could still hear the whirl of the helicopter blades overhead as my fellow SEALs and I sat at the ready, eyes combing the Afghanistani desert below us for signs of life from our fallen brothers, hoping that we could rescue those still surviving, with grandiose thoughts of becoming heroes spinning around in our minds.
Some had expressed fear but I had been too pig headed to feel that. Instead, I only felt the thrill of excitement until it was nearly too late.
All of a sudden, shots rang out and I could hear the pings against the metal of the helicopter followed by the flashing red light and alarm going off.
“We’ve been hit! We’ve been hit!” someone yelled out. I remembered the panic in the eyes of the SEALs sitting in the helicopter with me as we stood waiting for the eventuality of our situation that we expected to result in our deaths.
As the helicopter went down, right before the moment of impact, I sent up a quick prayer that it would all be over quickly. I felt every bit in the impact, and then extreme heat as a fire exploded around us. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Then, I could feel myself beginning to float. I thought that my soul was leaving my body until I realized that I was being pulled from the rubble of the downed helicopter. I could feel the fire burning my skin. I felt like I was melting.
It turns out I hadn’t died. I had just passed out. Ramsey Bradford had pulled me out and threw me on the ground right next to his brother, Harlow, who had been badly burned and injured, too.
I remembered our eyes meeting and wondering if his would be the last face that I would see before I died. It would seem fitting, since my fellow members of the Navy SEALs had become like my family, my very life. We had trained together, fought together, gotten into some tough situations together. And right now, we might be dying together.
A few moments later, the helicopter exploded with some men still trapped inside. Some medics finally arrived and hauled me off for medical tr
eatment.
As I was laying there in the stretcher, I couldn’t believe my life had just replayed itself in my mind as if it was going to be over, yet I was still alive. I had a glimmer of hope. I felt like I was one of the lucky ones. I had survived. I was going to be okay.
But, now that I was remembering all of this, I realized that “hope” was a strong word and reality had not lived up to what I had envisioned. When I considered how everything had gone after that. The way that everything changed. The way that women would gasp and take steps back when I approached. The way that no one ever looked me in the face. The way that the people who I cared about went out of their way to avoid me, I realized that I would never be truly “okay” again.
Dr. Davis had told me that the telltale signs of the injury would fade and soon I would look almost like normal again. But he was obviously a liar and a fraud, so what he said didn’t count. A couple other doctors had expressed similar things to me but it was probably just to fill my head with hope.
I felt certain that everything about my life was doomed for good. And now, laying on my bed with my limp dick in my hand, I knew that that probably included me not ever being okay sexually again.
I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for myself. Sometimes I think it would have been better if I had died on that helicopter. A man with an ugly face and a limp dick has nothing left to live for. Despite all my attempts to push forward with life as I knew it post helicopter crash, I always seemed to be reminded of my limitations. The fact that I was here thinking about it all over again was Harlow Bradford’s fault. I should have ignored his call and thrown my cell phone into the snow so that he couldn’t reach me again.
I had abandoned myself to a life of isolation— and I should have known that would have to include no cell service. If it wasn’t for having to keep in touch with my doctors and housekeeper who also cooked food for me, I would have thrown away the damn technology a long time ago.
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