The Perfect 1

by CORY CYR

  I walked down a few steps off the kitchen to where wine and champagne were stored. I didn’t entertain, but I’d kept it because the room was here when I purchased the house. I’d never gotten around to converting it to anything else, and now I was glad.

  I picked up a few bottles. The only one I recognized as having before was the Ace of Spades Rose by Armand de Brignac. I’d drunk it years ago and liked it, not only because of the taste, but because it was pink. I rolled my eyes to myself because, regardless of age, I still loved that color. I took the bottle and walked upstairs to the kitchen. I found an ice bucket, filled it, then put the bottle in. I placed two tall crystal flutes on the tray with the bucket. A variety of fruit caught my eyes when I peeked into the refrigerator. I retrieved the basket of organic strawberries and, once I removed the stems, washed them thoroughly, then placed them in a small bowl on the tray.

  “Did you miss me?” I asked cheerfully, setting the tray down next to the bed.

  “As a matter of fact, I did. The news is fucking boring. You got the bottle?” His nose twitched. “And strawberries. My, my, you are a minx. You’re planning to take advantage of a man with no vision.”

  “Oh, I believe you’re quite perceptive. Besides, I think you see plenty between your sense of smell and touch. Your condition certainly hasn’t affected your cock.” I whispered the final word.

  He whispered back, “I thought you sent everyone home for the entire weekend. Why are we whispering?” He joked.

  “Habit I guess. Not like anyone knows my business anyway. We need to wait about thirty minutes so the champagne can chill.”

  “What shall we do while we wait?” he asked, reaching for me. “Maybe you should touch me to see if I’m ready,” he mused.

  My hands ghosted across his expanding member. He quickly pulled the Velcro apart, and dark, curly hair nestling two balls came into view. I sucked in my breath as my hand itched to surround his cock. I slipped my fingers into his shorts, releasing his erect length. Long, thick, and pointing upward, it was a beautiful sight. My fingers traced under the rim of the mushroom head as a tear-shaped drop of pre-cum appeared. I fondled it with the fingernail of my pinkie. His loud groans bounced off the walls as I continued my exploration. I reached underneath and rolled his balls in my palm, lingering briefly on the sack.

  “Aren’t you going to suck it?” he asked optimistically.

  “Nope,” I replied, studying his frown. “This is the snack before the main course. I mean, if you want that bath.”

  “Totally unfair. I’m a potent male. I can ejaculate every hour all day long,” he expressed with annoyance and irritation.

  I had no doubt what he said was true. I, on the other hand, was not only older, but hadn’t used that part of my anatomy in years. And even though I wouldn’t tell him, I was sore.

  I responded to his complaint with a swift hand fisting. His head fell back, emitting a moan. I continued this action until his cock began to jerk and quiver. His hand covered mine to aid in going faster and harder. “Son of a bitch,” he roared as my hand dampened with ribbons of semen. He slowly lessened our speed. His dick and my palm were slick with his release as he took his away. Before wiping my hand, I licked my fingers.

  “Did you just taste me?” he asked.

  “Why, yes, I did, and it was delicious,” I replied as he rolled on top of me.

  His shorts still open, he twisted until his cock aligned with my core. He ground it into me, my clit feeling pressure. “Does that feel good?” he asked, his eyes closed in concentration.

  “Too good. Maybe we should start the bath and get our champagne.”

  He sprang up and stood next to the bed. After pulling his shirt over his head, he tugged down his shorts. I bit my bottom lip, seeing him completely nude. Jesus, he looked so much better every day that passed. His body, everything had fleshed out. He was absolutely perfect.

  I went into the bathroom and found some floral bubble bath. I loved the tranquility of lavender, but tonight wasn’t about relaxation. I still ached and was having a hard time distinguishing between the vaginal discomfort and my need for this man.

  The tub filled quickly as I tested the water for temperature. I dropped my robe and piled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I slathered on the body lotion Lincoln loved and walked back into the room. I moved past him to pour the champagne, dropping two strawberries into each flute.

  He came up behind me, his hand reaching out, caressing my ass. “Good God, woman, you’re naked.” He used a single finger to trace down the crack of my backside.

  “Normally, it’s good when you bathe. I mean, to be naked,” I quipped, placing the glass in his hand.

  He took a sip. “Are you sure I can’t talk you into some rear action? I know you said no before, but I thought it was worth revisiting the conversation,” he stated with a slap on my butt.

  “Sorry, still not interested, And just so you know, Lincoln, the way to a woman’s heart, isn’t through her ass,” I commented with amusement.

  “So maybe if I ask nicer, you’d think about it?”

  “Nope. Never going to happen. You’re not the first to ask, but I hope you’ll be the last.” I gave him both our glasses so I could hold the ice bucket with the bottle. With my hand on his hip, I steered him into the bathroom. I took our champagne flutes from him and put them both on the floor next to the tub and the bucket with the bottle on the vanity. I had lit four scented candles and placed them strategically and turned on soft jazz in the background.

  “Give me your hand,” I requested, stepping into the hot water. He sat down after I guided him in. “There’s a pillow behind you if you want to rest your head.”

  He looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “Resting my head on a pillow is not what I had in mind. Now, if you were sitting on my face, I’d think about it.”

  “What the hell has gotten into you? Your mouth is so filthy. Take care. I may wash it out with soap,” I threatened, swishing the water around us.

  I handed him a glass. “How did I get this lucky? Beautiful woman, huge tub, candles, and champagne. I’m living the dream,” he announced with conviction.

  “Maybe God was making amends for the blindness, but I doubt throwing a disfigured woman into the mix was part of the plan.”

  His hand was literally shaking as he tightly gripped the stem. His face was grimaced and red. “Take the glass,” he demanded, pissed.

  I placed it on the floor. His wet fingers combed through his hair as he sighed. “I feel like a broken record, Jensyn. How many times must I say it before you believe it? I don’t need my eyes to know you’re beautiful. I’m here with you because I love you, and whether or not my sight returns, that will never change. Stop comparing me to all the other cocksuckers who threw you to the wayside when you had your accident. I. AM. NOT. THEM. Don’t ruin this just because you expect us to crash and burn. I’m not going to let you push me away, even if I have to chain you to a chair. I will not let you run—never—just because you anticipate the worst. This fucking subject is now closed. If you have anything else derogatory to say about yourself, do it when I’m not in the room.”

  I’d never heard him so angry. I had pushed him too far. “Forgive me,” I pleaded as I moved between his legs.

  “I will always forgive you because I can’t imagine a time without you. It feels as though you’ve always been here.”

  I palmed his cheek as I reached to kiss him. My lips drifted languidly over his mouth, my tongue sliding between his teeth. This kiss was hungry as I devoured and explored every inch. His hand cupped the back of my head as he teased his tongue with mine. I expelled a soft moan as we both became more urgent. I dizzily pulled away, looking into his face. His expression was one of ownership. He knew I belonged to him.

  I retrieved both our glasses from the floor and handed him one.

  “To us.” His words echoed off the walls. I tipped my glass to his, then drank.

  I rolled a single strawberry betwee
n my thumb and forefinger before prodding his lips. After he crushed the fruit between his teeth, I licked the juice from his chin. My hand drifted beneath the water, feeling his thick length. I could lie back on my pillow, but I wanted it to be deep. I needed to feel every thrust as he pushed into me, so I climbed on his lap.

  He smiled as I gripped his cock and descended on it. I whimpered as he aggressively began pumping. I held onto his neck as I bobbed my body up and down. His mouth caught a nipple and sucked it into a rigid bead. He kissed my neck and chest as he continued to slam into me.

  Is this angry sex?

  Every stroke elevated my reach to orgasm. My body bowed as my moans got louder. I began gyrating my hips, grinding down on his hardness. He began to buck in response. He cried out my name as I felt his heat spill into me. I convulsed as I climaxed around his cock.

  We held each other for a long time. As the water cooled, his dick fell from my body. We were almost too spent to speak. I placed his fingers around the glass and watched him take a large gulp. I was thirsty also, taking a few sips from my own.

  “Maybe we should get out before we prune. The water’s cold now anyway.”

  “Thank you for allowing me to be the one to sanctify the tub.”

  “First and last,” I said, placing a quick peck on his lips.

  “That’s what I like to hear. Positive thoughts. Let’s go to bed. I’m tired. It’s been a long and fruitful day,” he said, draining his glass, capturing the strawberry at the bottom between his teeth.

  “Yeah, I’m kind of beat, too. Any ideas on what you’d like to do tomorrow?” I asked, toweling him off as he stood.

  His eyebrows waggled.

  “Besides that… Shit. I’m not sure I can keep up with your libido. Aren’t you the least bit chafed?”

  All of a sudden, he had a look of awareness. “Oh hell, I never even thought to ask you. I’m sorry. I’ve being extremely greedy. We can hold off for a while. Many other things we can do besides penetration, at least with my cock.”

  I felt embarrassed. “No, I’m fine. I would tell you. I wouldn’t want you to feel deprived,” I quipped.

  His towel whipped through the air in an effort to snap me.

  “Doesn’t work too well when you can’t see,” I commented sarcastically.

  He cocked his ears, listening to the sound of my voice, as he maneuvered the towel around me like a lasso. “Not cool to make fun of the visually impaired,” he retorted, pulling me to him.

  “I thought you wanted to go to bed?”

  “I do, so let’s go.”

  I folded back the bedspread and fluffed the pillows, then had him get in.

  “God, this feels good. Of course, it’ll be perfect when you lie next to me.”

  I opened the drapes and pulled the glass door open, leaving the screen door locked. It was silent outside except for the sounds of the ocean. I used this remedy often to quiet me to sleep.

  Yawning, I crawled in next to him. I spooned into his body as he took my hand, placing it on his heart. Between the sounds of the sea and his heartbeats, slumber would come easy. Lincoln dozed off almost instantly. Before we began sharing a bed, sleep hadn’t come easy for him. But now his quiet snores were like the most beautiful lullaby.

  Chapter 17

  Something, an annoying buzz, was attempting to wake me. I tossed and turned, facing Lincoln, who was sleeping soundly despite the incessant noise. It came in clusters. At one point, I put a pillow over my face. Why in the hell wasn’t anyone else hearing it and making it stop? I opened my eyes with the realization that I’d given Anai and the rest of the staff the weekend off.

  I glanced at the clock. Just past ten. I yawned several times, grumbling as I donned my robe. It buzzed again. Now that I was fully awake, I recognized the sound as the main gate call box. Who in the hell? It was Sunday. In reality, even though I figured out the sound, the staff always took care of deliveries and any other personnel at the gate.

  I’d wanted a normal life. Well, I assumed this was part of it.

  “Yes, can I help you?” Go the fuck away. Using the entrance intercom felt foreign as hell.

  “Jensyn, it’s Lucas. I need to talk to you. Is Lincoln with you?”

  My body went stiff. Dr. Bass? What the hell was he doing here, and why did he sound distressed? His tone was always calm and soothing. What I was interpreting was completely different. And he knew his brother was here. This was an embarrassing situation. I shook my head. Not really. He knew we were sleeping together.

  “Yes, he’s here. I guess you can come on up,” I said, reluctantly opening the gate. I tightened the belt on my robe. I didn’t have time to dress properly or cover my scars. I pulled a clip out of the pocket and twisted my hair up on my head.

  His knock jarred me. I opened the door, and he stepped inside. His eyes became wide as he took in the surroundings. “I’m really sorry to intrude, coming to your house and all, but this was too important, and I did go by Lincoln’s first. I just assumed…” he commented, fidgeting, twisting a rolled-up newspaper. “Can you go get him? It’s urgent.”

  Feeling trepidation, I quickly walked up the stairs. I hated to wake him. He looked so peaceful. I grasped him on the shoulder, rewarded with a groan and him kicking off the blanket. His naked body stretched before his eyes opened.

  “Your brother is downstairs,” I anxiously announced.

  His face filled with confusion, as if he’d misheard. “What? Lucas is here, in your house?”

  “Yes. Now get dressed,” I hissed. “He has to talk to you. He says it’s urgent. And I don’t mind telling you he looks agitated.”

  Lincoln grudgingly swung his legs out of bed. He ran his hand over his chin, then his hair. “Can I at least piss and brush my teeth before I’m forced to endure a Sunday meeting with my brother? Guy really knows how to throw a wrench into a nice private weekend for two. Do I have to get dressed?”

  “Of course. What are you planning, to stroll down naked to greet him? I’ll get you something to throw on.” I spoke quietly, leading him to the bathroom. “I put a toothbrush and paste on the counter.”

  I went down the hall to one of the guest bathrooms and grabbed a charcoal-colored robe from the hook. As I passed the stairs, I yelled down, “Make yourself comfortable. We’ll be down in a minute. He’s getting dressed.” Jesus, Jensyn, TMI.

  I knocked on my bathroom door. Lincoln answered, toothbrush in hand. He didn’t have time to shave, but had combed his hair with water. I handed him the robe. He shrugged it on as he finished rinsing his mouth.

  “Do I look presentable, or do I have that I got laid several times yesterday glow?” He smirked.

  “This isn’t funny. This is very weird. Don’t you think so?” I asked, holding his hand.

  “Yeah, it is strange. Now that he’s married, he doesn’t visit as often, and for him to track me down here… I’d say that constitutes bizarre behavior. Let’s go find out why my brother stopped by to fuck up my mojo with my woman.” He squeezed my hand.

  For some reason, even at my age, this felt like a walk of shame. Both of us in robes, strolling hand in hand down the stairs to meet with his older brother, my doctor.

  “What is so damn important, Lucas, that you dragged us out of bed at the crack of dawn?”

  I whispered to him. “It’s after ten.”

  “Whatever. This better be life or death, because it’s kind of freaky having my older brother track me down at my girlfriend’s house.”

  Girlfriend. I gave Lucas a shrug. His body language implied deep concern. This was not a social call.

  “I need both of you to sit down,” he requested, handing me the paper. It was an entertainment newspaper, the largest of its kind in Hawaii.

  I dropped Lincoln’s hand and began to shake, wrapping my arm around myself, my eyes scanning the front page. Side by side was a photograph of me before and after my accident and a solitary shot of Lincoln. It rambled on about who I used to be and how my car accident took
away my career by ruining my appearance. It also blasted me for taking advantage of a younger man who had been blinded at the height of his writing career. Tears began to fall as I read it all. I closed my eyes, hugging my knees as I sat next to Lincoln. A sob reverberated in my strangled cry.

  “What the fuck is going on? Baby, what is it?” His anger turned toward his brother. “What did you do?”

  “I am so sorry,” Lucas said, kneeling in front of me. “I needed you both to know so you could get ahead of this. This article has direct lines to other major media outlets. It’s only a matter of time.”

  Lincoln was furious. I’d never seen his expression so twisted with rage. “Read it. Read it all,” he demanded.

  His brother cautiously read each word and described the photos to him. He became distraught, then livid.

  “I don’t care that they know I’m blind. Fuck them! But to blatantly display your face post-accident… I’ll sue those motherfuckers. That’s it. We’re going to the justice of the peace. Today. They think you’re using me, fine.”

  I wiped my eyes, then smiled dryly. “Always looking for the excuse for us to wed. Anything we do now will become a mockery. We knew this would happen eventually. I just thought maybe they wouldn’t be so hurtful.”

  “You’re kidding. I think you forgot how cruel the media could be. Time changes shit. They’ll always be assholes. This was a blatant attack on you.” A muscle flicked in his jaw. “It was Kami. She did this.”

  I didn’t want to admit it, but I agreed. Women hadn’t changed much since I’d modeled. Some could be vindictive as hell. “But why? You two still work together,” I exclaimed, sniffing.

  “Go upstairs and get my phone on the nightstand,” he requested.