Nuts About You: A Testicular Cancer Anthology

by Anthology

  Chuckling I reply, “I wouldn’t dream of it. Of course, pancakes do sound delicious,” I finish thoughtfully.

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Stepping up to the front door of Isabel’s house, I lay my finger on the doorbell just as the door swings open. “Hi,” she says, a wide smile brightening her face as she opens the door wider allowing me to step inside.

  I can’t resist the urge to tease her, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were awaiting my arrival.”

  She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, while closing the door behind me. “Don’t flatter yourself big boy, I just finished mixing up the batter and heard the car door.”

  She starts toward the kitchen, only to have me catch her around her waist, and pull her flush against my body. Her hands land on my chest, and her breath catches, “So am I to believe that you weren’t even the slightest bit excited that I was coming over?”

  She swallows and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she states in a breathy whisper, “I didn’t say that.”

  “Good,” I say as my thumb traces her full bottom lip, “because I’ve been thinking about kissing you since I saw you last.”

  This time when her tongue sneaks out she licks the end of my thumb causing a low groan to escape me as my cock twitches. This little vixen knows exactly what she is doing to me, and before she can offer another word, I cover her mouth with mine. Her hands slide up my chest and around my neck. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she tugs slightly causing me to groan. Slowing the kiss, I reluctantly pull away from her soft, now swollen lips.

  “Well,” she says, the corners of her lips tugging upwards, “that’s one way to say you missed me.”

  Giving her a wicked grin I reply, “I can think of a few other ways to let you know as well.”

  “Mmm, I’m sure you can, but that would definitely require breakfast first and I’m starving,” she says as she takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen, causing me to chuckle. Isabel turns on the stove, and nods toward the coffeemaker, “If you’ll turn on the coffee, the cups are in the cabinet above and there is milk in the fridge, if you need it.”

  “No, black is fine for me,” I say as I remove two cups from the cabinet, I set them on the counter. I watch as she melts some butter in the pan then adds three circles of batter.

  She glances my way and catches me watching her, “I tend to make smaller pancakes, but I make a lot of them,” she says with a smile.

  “Oh, I wasn’t worried about that; I was just trying to figure out your secret.”

  “My secret,” she ask as she flips the pancakes over.

  I nod toward the pan, “Yeah, your pancake secret. Mom made sure my brother and I could cook enough so we could sustain ourselves. But my pancakes are never light and fluffy; they always turn out more like hockey pucks.”

  She’s thoughtful for a minute, then says, “I don’t know that there’s really a secret, except just being patient and not flipping them too soon.”

  “That’s probably it then. I’m not a patient man when it comes to something I want.” My not so subtle innuendo hits it’s mark as she looks up at me through her thick, dark lashes. Before I can take a step forward, Isabel bends to open the oven door and retrieves a pan. My eyes are glued to every move her body makes. From the constricting muscles in her long, tan legs to the way, her black shorts tighten over her glorious ass. She places the pancakes on the pan and returns it to the oven to keep them warm while she makes more. She begins to pour more batter in the pan, and glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes quickly giving me a once over and no doubt seeing the very noticeable bulge in my cargo shorts.

  “You doing okay over there,” she casually asks while turning back to the stove, obvious amusement in her tone.

  Clearing my throat, I shift my weight trying to relieve the uncomfortable tightening of my shorts. “Yeah, just fine.” As I pour the hot liquid into two cups I ask, “Do you take anything in your coffee?”

  I can hear the smile in her voice and know she isn’t buying my answer, as she says, “No, just black. Would you mind handing me a couple of plates?”

  “Not at all, which cabinet?”

  “The one to your left,” she says as she places more pancakes in the oven.

  I retrieve the plates, hand them to Isabel, and she places them in the oven to warm while she finishes the last batch of pancakes. Unable to keep my distance any longer, I step up behind her and rest my hands on her waist. Leaning in close to her ear, I whisper as my hand caresses her ass, “I swear Isabel, if I see you bend over one more time; I’m going to forget I’m trying to be a gentleman, and bend you over this counter.” My fingers drift down to the hem of her shorts and slide upward beneath the material to where the curve of her ass meets her leg. When my fingers make contact, I hear her breath hitch and I begin to place a trail of open mouth kisses down her neck, causing a shiver to course through her body.

  I step away from her and carry the coffee to the table. From the corner of my eye, I can see her grip on the counter tighten as she takes a deep breath to steady herself. Once she is composed, Isabel loads our plates with pancakes and brings them to the table. Handing me one she says, “Eat them while they’re hot.”

  Accepting the plate, I slather them with butter and drizzle on the syrup. “These look delicious Isabel. Thank you for inviting me over.”

  “I’m glad you’re here,” she says as she prepares her pancakes. “I always enjoy cooking for people.

  “I guess that’s good since you own a café,” I say right before I take a bite of my pancakes. I groan in delight, “Mmm, Isabel, these are amazing.”

  A light blush colors her cheeks, “I’m glad you like them,” she says just before taking a bite herself.

  Forcing myself to slow down and not devour my breakfast in three-point-nine seconds, I decide to get to know Isabel a little better. “So I know you are beautiful, and an amazing cook, tell me something I don't know about you.”

  She laughs and her brown eyes sparkle in amusement, “I'm not sure pancakes qualify me as an amazing cook.”

  “They do in my book,” I reply as I point to myself with my fork, “hockey pucks, remember?” She smiles and shakes her head, and I can see that the beautiful Isabel is going to need more prompting to open up. “Tell me about your brothers.”

  She smiles as she begins to speak, and the adoration she has for her brothers is clear in her voice. “They are both attorneys as well. My oldest brother, Marco is ten years older than I am, and works in my parent’s law firm in El Paso. He and his wife Carolina have a two year old little boy and are expecting a little girl in October.”

  “And your younger brother?”

  “Javier is seven years older than me. He also works for my parents, but convinced them they needed to expand the practice into Phoenix so his wife, Maya could stay close to her family.”

  “It’s nice that you have family close by. I’m sure your parents are glad that your brother is here with you too.”

  She smiles and holds up her thumb and forefinger, with just the tiniest amount of space, “Maybe just a little.”

  “I miss seeing Evan, Rachel and the boys. I try to visit as much as I can and we Skype whenever possible.”

  “I love and adore both my brothers, and would do anything for either one,” she hesitates just a moment before she continues, “but I'm a little closer to Javy than I am Marco.”

  “That’s understandable given the age difference.” Isabel stands to take her plate to the sink, and I follow with mine. “Do Javier and Maya have any children?”

  I see her shoulders visibly slump as she shakes her head, “No, not yet. They’ve been trying for years, but no luck yet.”

  Once Isabel has the dishes in the dishwasher, and sensing the need for a change of topic, I ask. “What would you like to do today?”

  She’s thoughtful for a minute, “There's an art show downtown, I was thinking about checking it out, if you don’t mind
.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Of course. What guy wouldn't jump at the chance to walk beside a beautiful woman and hold her hand?”

  She giggles and steps up on her toes to place a quick kiss on my lips, “You are quite the charmer Logan Matthews. I have a feeling I'm going to end up in trouble with you.”

  She goes to turn away, but I pull her close tipping her chin up so I can look in her beautiful brown eyes as I say, “Only the best kind of trouble for you.” I capture her lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless. When I pull away, I whisper against her lips, “Go get your shoes before I change my mind about going out.”

  The annual art show is set up along the downtown square with vendors from across the country. Various items from hand blown glass to plants are available for purchase. As Isabel and I stroll hand in hand along the sidewalk she says, “I think you can tell a lot about a person by the type of art they like.”

  “Oh yeah?” She nods as we continue to walk. “What would a picture of dogs playing poker say about me?”

  She looks up at me and grins, “It would say you are fun and loyal.”

  I can’t help but laugh, “Why loyal?”

  “Because someone probably gave it to you as a joke, but you didn't want to hurt their feelings so you hung it in a place of pride.”

  “You’re not far off, actually.”

  A wide grin spreads across her face, “So you really have a print of dogs playing poker on your wall?”

  I laugh, “No, but it's something equally as disturbing.”

  “Oh, well now I'm going to have to see it for myself.”

  I lean in and place a kiss on her temple, “We can stop by before we go back to your place if you want?”

  “I'd like that.”

  We continue walking through the exhibits, discussing our likes and dislikes. As Isabel pays a vendor for her purchase, a familiar rumbling sound catches my ear and I look to the darkening sky. Isabel returns to my side and slips her hand in mine.

  “Ready,” I ask as I take the bag from her.

  “Yes. I could carry that you know?”

  “I know.”

  Before we can get back to my SUV, the skies open up, causing Isabel to squeal as the cold rain falls on our heated skin. Leaning in close to her ear I ask, “You ready to run for the car?” She nods, and grips my hand tighter, “Okay, stay close.”

  We take off to where my SUV is parked, trying to dodge as many large puddles as we can. When my Rover comes into view, I press the button on the key to unlock the doors. Opening the passenger door, I practically toss Isabel inside then dash to the driver's side and climb behind the wheel. Turning, I place Isabel's purchase in the back seat, catching a glimpse of a completely drenched Isabel I chuckle, knowing I am just as soaked.

  “What? Are you not a fan of the drowned rat look?” she asks.

  A fan? Hell, the way the rain has her top clinging to her skin, allowing me to see all of her curves; I’d be the president of that club. “I think you are the prettiest drowned rat I've ever seen,” I say as I push a strand of hair off her face.

  Isabel laughs and rolls her eyes while shaking her head at me, not believing a word of my sincere compliment. Pulling out of the parking space, I turn out onto the street and head towards my house. “Where are we going?”

  I look over to answer and see that goosebumps are covering Isabel’s skin. Leaning forward I switch on the heat, as I explain, “In case you haven't noticed I'm a little wet,” I say with a grin. “So I thought I'd swing by my place so I could change, since it's on the way to your house.”

  “Works for me,” she says, and then continues, “I have to admit, when I thought about being wet today, this is not what I had in mind.”

  Her admission causes her face to flame bright red and me to roar with laughter, “I have to agree with you there.”

  Chapter 4

  As I pull into my driveway and put the car in park. Seeing that the rain is still coming down I suggest, “If you wait here I'll grab an umbrella for you.”

  She shakes her head, “That’s silly, I'm already wet a little more rain isn't going to hurt me.”

  We make the short jog through the rain and into the house, where Isabel immediately takes off her shoes. Toeing mine off as well, I begin to lead her through the house, when she stops me. “Logan, I’ll just wait for you here I don’t want to drip all over your floor.”

  I give her a soft smile, “Isabel, I don’t care about the floor. I do care about you not getting sick, though. So, if you’ll follow me, I’ll get you something dry to change into and make us some coffee to warm us up, while we wait for the rain to stop. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  I show her to the guest bathroom, then head to my bedroom to grab her something to wear. Pulling out my favorite New Mexico State sweatshirt and a pair of shorts from the dresser drawer, I grab a towel from the linen closet and take them to Isabel. “Here you go,” I say as I hand her the clothes and towel, “I thought a sweatshirt might warm you up faster.”

  She smiles and takes the clothes from me, “Thanks,” she says as she backs toward the bathroom, “I'll be right out.”

  “Take your time. I'm going to go change too, so feel free to make yourself at home.” She nods as she closes the door, and I make my way back to my room to change.

  Once I've changed into dry clothes, I head back out, noticing along my way that the bathroom door is open. Not seeing Isabel in the living room, I head for the kitchen, where I find her making coffee. Before I speak, I lean against the doorway and take a minute to admire her. I'm not sure there is anything sexier than seeing this woman dressed in my shirt. The sweatshirt swallows her, and hits her about mid-thigh, until she stretches up on her toes to reach for the coffee cups, and it rides up her sexy legs just to the curve of her ass. Stifling a groan, I move behind her when I see her struggling to reach a cup.

  “Here, let me get that,” I say as I easily retrieve the cups from the cabinet, trapping her between the counter and me. I hear her sharp intake of breath as the front of my body makes contact with her back. She slides back down to her feet, causing her body to rub against mine, and undoubtedly notice the effect she is having on me.

  Sitting the cups on the counter, she looks up at me over her shoulder, “Thanks, I hope you don’t mind, I made some coffee.”

  “Not at all,” I reply as I brush her hair aside, exposing her neck to me. “I wanted you to make yourself at home.” I lean in close, so she can feel my breath on her skin, my hands gently trailing down her arms, causing a shiver to course through her body. “You’re not wearing the shorts.”

  “They kept falling off,” she says in a breathy whisper.

  I place a kiss just below her ear, and her breathing increases. I place one on her neck and she melts against me. One more on her shoulder and she’s calling my name while seeking out my mouth. Turning her quickly, I lift her to sit on the counter, while her arms wrap around my neck. Stepping between her legs, I immediately feel the heat from her core, “Isabel,” I pant against her mouth as my hands move down to grip her thighs, “tell me what you want.”

  “You,” she says through ragged breaths.

  Taking her face in my hands, I search her eyes confirming this is what she wants, “Are you sure? Because if you’re not one hundred percent certain, we can wait.”

  “Yes, Logan, I’m sure. Please don’t stop,” she begs.

  Having the conformation I need, my hands tangle in her hair, as I anchor her mouth to mine and lift her into my arms. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I carry her to my bedroom. Blindly walking until my legs hit the bed, I set her on her feet and slow the kiss, and take a step back. “Take off the shirt,” I command her while I pull my own t-shirt over my head. Dropping it to the floor, I see that my sweatshirt is still in place, covering her body as she takes in my naked torso. “Isabel,” the sound of my voice brings her eyes to mine, so I repeat
my request. “Take off the shirt, Isabel.”

  Her fingers find the hem and my eyes follow her movement as she slowly drags it up her body and over her head, revealing what I already knew, Isabel is a beautiful woman. Long tan legs, lead to curves any man would love to get his hands on, perfect breasts are covered in the same black lace as the triangle teasing me at the junction of her thighs. “Perfect.”

  Dragging the comforter down the bed, I give Isabel another command, “Lie on the bed.” This time she doesn’t hesitate, she does as I ask and I see her rub her legs together trying to relieve the ache between her legs. Walking to the edge of the bed, I run my hand lightly up the inside of her right leg, causing her breath to hitch. As my hand goes higher, I can feel the heat radiating from her core, “Are you ready for me Isabel?” I ask as my fingers trace the edge of the lace. She answers with a whimper as her hips raise off the bed, seeking my touch.

  Sliding a finger under the lace, I feel the wetness waiting for me as I slowly drag my finger through her folds. Void of my touch, her eyes fly open just in time to see me suck her juices from my finger. “Oh Isabel, so sweet. I love how wet and ready you are for me. But I think I need another taste, before I bury myself inside you.”

  Hooking my finger into the elastic holding her thong in place, I slowly drag it down her legs. Crawling up the bed, I settle between her legs, placing kisses along the inside of her thighs. Sliding my hands under her gorgeous ass, I lift her off the bed, as my tongue makes contact with her clit. Isabel arches off the bed, and a satisfied grin appears on my face. I lick, nip and suck with a perfect rhythm until I feel her orgasm roll through her. As she begins to come down from her orgasmic bliss, I continue to lap up her juices. Removing my shorts and reaching into the bedside table, I retrieve a condom and roll it down my length. Settling back between her legs, I stretch my body out over hers and capture her mouth with mine in a slow sensual kiss. My mouth moves along her jaw, to the sensitive skin just below her ear and down her neck. Her hips buck seeking the friction she craves. When my mouth latches on to one of her nipples, her fingers tangle in my hair holding me in place as my hand massages the other breast.