Chapter 13 #2
‘Still trying to figure things out?’
He nods. ‘I’m working on it. I have a lawyer.
Bob’s lawyer, actually. He’s looking in to how I can help veterans.
There’s a lot of vacant inner-city buildings all over the country since the pandemic changed the way people work.
We think we can use them for housing. And we’re looking at covering any and all healthcare costs for veterans who are in need. ’
I blink. Wow. ‘Danny… that’s…’ I shake my head in wonder. ‘Amazing.’
‘Thanks to you for the kick up the ass.’
I laugh. ‘You’d have figured it out in due course.’ I shake my head again, thrilled at this outcome. ‘Bob would have loved what you’re doing.’
Danny gives a sad sort of smile as he nods. ‘Yeah… I think he would have.’ A rich streak of pride in his voice causes the skin on my arms to break out in goosebumps. ‘We have other ideas.’
‘We?’
‘I’ve formed a board.’ He laughs then like he can’t quite believe it himself. ‘With a few of Bob’s military buddies. They’re kind of a brains trust. We’re kicking stuff around, exploring the possibilities.’
‘I have some possibilities,’ I offer tentatively.
Danny’s blue eyes light up. ‘Yeah?’
‘A couple that would really complement what you’re doing around veteran health.’
He quirks an eyebrow. ‘Is that why you’re here?’
He’s looking at me intently now, like he’s hoping it’s not. Like he’s hoping I’m here for reasons that don’t involve his inheritance.
‘No.’ I shake my head.
My breath is suddenly thick as fog in my throat.
I haven’t really prepared a speech. I’d just run, needing to see him.
This isn’t like me at all – acting on impulse.
But I haven’t been me since I met Danny Colton and that had worried me, but actually, I realise now that I like myself better this way.
His smile grows bigger. ‘Breathe, Doc.’
I give a half laugh at the absurdity of it, but at least it forces me to take a breath, and it bolsters me. ‘I’ve come to say… yes.’
He cocks an eyebrow. ‘To?’ He’s the epitome of laid-back cool, but I notice his knuckles turning white around the lip of the sink.
‘Filling in my gaps.’ A huge weight lifts from my shoulders as I say it and, bolstered even further, I press on. ‘If that’s still on offer.’
‘Because of the dildo?’ He laughs. ‘If I’d known buying it for you was going to have this result, I’d have hand-delivered it. Two weeks ago.’
‘No, not the dildo. Well, yes… but no.’
‘Okay?’
‘It was the catalyst. It got me thinking about the difference between a penis substitute and the real thing. Between a flesh-and-blood man and a silicon stand-in. Between a full life and half one. Between living and existing.’
‘And you want to live?’
I nod. ‘I do. And be loved. And love in return. I’m in love with you, Danny, and I’m sorry I panicked two weeks ago when you told me you loved me, but I was still running scared then.’
‘And you’re not now?’ The question is surprisingly sober, as is Danny’s demeanour – the answer is clearly important.
I shake my head. ‘No. Because I realise I don’t have to choose medicine or you. You’re not Warren. You showed me I can have both. I just have to open myself up to it. So, here I am, opening myself to it. If you’ll still have me.’
He grins, his serious expression melting as he grabs me. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’
And then his mouth is on me, hot and urgent, and his hands are on me, hot and urgent, turning me, the sink digging into my lower back as he cages me between it and his body, his rapidly swelling cock grinding into the juncture of my legs.
It’s exactly where I want to be and what I want to be doing – kissing and loving on Danny Colton.
For as long as he’ll have me.
Forever, I hope.
‘Christ,’ he mutters, tearing his mouth from mine. ‘I want to rip open your shirt, turn you around, and fuck you from behind until you scream.’
My already shaky legs wobble some more as I half pant, half laugh. ‘Sounds good.’
‘Don’t tempt me, Doc.’
I sigh. ‘You’re right, my timing sucks. I have to go back and study. But I have planned a break for twelve.’ There’s a clock hanging on the nearby wall. ‘That’s three hours.’
‘Perfect,’ he says and kisses me again until I’m moaning and shifting against him.
I break away this time. I really do need to get back to my books. ‘I’ll come to yours at twelve?’
‘No.’ He shakes his head. ‘I’ll come to you. I’ll always come to you. Deal?’
His voice is all low and growly and so damn hot that I nod because I’m not sure I can find my voice right at this second.
‘Text me when you stop for your break.’ And he kisses me again, brief and hard, before stepping back a pace, far enough to release me from the cage of his body but close enough for me to still feel the tension in his frame. ‘Now go.’
My entire body protests the move, and I think, screw it. I don’t want to wait. ‘Is Mrs Duffy around?’
He shakes his head. ‘She nipped out for half an hour about fifteen minutes ago.’
Which gives me fifteen minutes, but I reckon I’m only going to need a couple. A surge of female power spurts through my veins, and I step forward and reclaim the distance he put between us, smiling at him as my hand slides to the button of his jeans.
‘Doc.’ He smiles back as he glances at my busy fingers, his frame relaxing into bemusement, but not for long, I hope. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m going to give you a blow job.’
He chuckles. ‘I love it when you talk dirty.’
I yank his zipper down, and the tension returns to his body. He’s not laughing now. ‘What can I say? Being with you has been rather liberating, and I’ve missed…’ I lean forward and press my lips to his ear and whisper, ‘Sucking your cock.’
I sink to my knees.
‘Oh… Jesus.’ His hands grip the sides of his thighs as he stares down at me. ‘I’ve created a monster.’
I smile as I reach inside his jeans and pull his erection free, wrapping my hands around it. A groan that sounds as if it was torn from his throat bubbles into the air and he makes a grab for the sink.
‘Talking of monsters,’ I mutter as I stare at his big, beautiful cock.
He laughs, but it cuts off as I lean forward and open my mouth over him.
He groans, deep and long, and I’m vaguely aware of the muscle in his forearm bulging as he grips the sink harder.
I don’t pussyfoot around, I don’t tease with my tongue and hands, I just go for it.
I can dazzle him with technique sometime Mrs Duffy won’t bust me on my knees giving the building super a blow job.
‘Fuck… Holly… I love watching your mouth swallow me.’
I glance up to find him watching me, watching the spread of my lips as they plunge down his shaft.
I take him as deep as I can while I look at him, and he grunts his pleasure.
I do it again, my hand sliding to his ass, anchoring there, feeling his glute contract as his shaft disappears almost all the way behind my lips.
‘Jesus,’ he mutters and grabs for the sink with his other hand, his eyes shutting.
Mine do too, savouring the musky taste and the soapy smell of him, the thickness of him, the wet glide of his shaft between my lips, the wideness of my jaw as I take him deeper and deeper.
His thighs are trembling. So are mine. And I’m hot and wet and slippery between my legs, and my nipples are stiff and raw from rubbing against the lace of my bra.
I know all I need to do is slip a hand between my legs and I’ll fall apart. But this isn’t about me. It’s about Danny, about loving Danny, and power swells in my veins as he mutters something guttural and unintelligible. It goads me to stop and play for a bit when I know I shouldn’t.
I pull off and I wait until his eyes flick open before I deliberately run the wet, plump head of his cock around my lips, snaking my tongue out, swiping it over the top, back and forth as he watches. I lick down the underside, his shaft brushing my cheek.
‘Christ, that’s hot,’ he mutters, a rich, dark glitter coming into his eyes as his hand leaves the sink to bury itself in my hair, angling my head a little for him to thrust his hips and glide himself up and down my tongue, run himself around my lips.
‘Open,’ he says, and I open, my eyes glued on his as he pushes slowly into my mouth, right to the back, and I hold it there until I can’t any longer, gagging a little just as he eases the pressure on my hair and the back of my throat.
He does it again, angling my head further, pushing in again. My eyes water, and saliva floods my mouth, but his eyes are practically rolling back in his head, and I hold still, watching him, watching his pleasure as his cock sits deeper this time even as my throat works against the stimulus.
He eases off again, and I smile up at him around the fullness of his shaft. He smiles back as he untwists his hand from my hair and reluctantly shoves it back on the edge of the sink. He grunts, knowing we don’t have time for the porn blow job version I really want to give him.
‘Suck it.’
I don’t need to be told twice. I shut my eyes then and suck. I suck hard and fast, my tongue swirling up and down his shaft as I go, and I have him breathing hard and trembling in less than a minute.
He groans, and my eyes flick open, meeting his as he says, ‘Christ. I’m going to come.’
My heart rate spikes, and I moan around his cock, going harder and faster, digging my fingers into his ass.
‘Ahh… Goddamn… fuuuck.’
His voice is a loud whisper as the first salty taste of him spills across my tongue. I moan and take him deep as he unloads. He grunts through his climax, his hands gripping the sink hard, his eyes shut, his face screwed into a mask of agony and ecstasy as he fights the urge to bellow his pleasure.
I suck him until there’s nothing left, and he sags a little and opens his eyes. Slowly I slide off him and smile. He laughs and shakes his head. ‘Fuck, Holly.’ He pants a couple of times. ‘I think I just saw God.’
I laugh, dizzy at the compliment, high on the taste of him, but only for a nanosecond as a key scrapes at the lock. ‘Crap!’ His eyes bug wide open. ‘That’s her.’
If it wasn’t so serious it would be funny, the two of us frantically righting ourselves, straightening up, tucking ourselves away.
‘Jesus.’ His voice is a husky whisper as he looks at my mouth and shakes his head. ‘You look like you’ve just been sucking cock.’
‘Yeah? Well, you look like you’ve just had your cock sucked.’
His nostrils flare this time, but the door opens and Mrs Duffy enters. ‘Sorry that didn’t take as long as I thought,’ she announces, halting her progress as soon as she notices me. ‘Oh, hello, Holly dear.’ She smiles. ‘I didn’t know Daniel had company.’
I cock an eyebrow at him. Daniel? Hmmm. I like it. ‘No, I’m sorry, I’m…’
I’m what? The answer eludes me. I’m… just sucking Daniel’s cock?
I hadn’t thought about how I was going to present us to other people.
I was only just wrapping my head around there being an us.
I panic for a second before I realise there’s no need.
I’m in love with Danny and I want to tell the world.
‘Danny’s my boyfriend. I was just checking how he was doing.’
And just like that, it’s easy. So easy. Danny is my boyfriend. He makes everything so easy. Including loving him.
‘Oh, how lovely,’ the older woman beams. ‘You two are perfect for each other.’
‘I think so,’ Danny agrees, dazzling the older woman with his dimples before turning to me. ‘I’ll see you at twelve?’
The promise in his eyes is unmistakable. Hell yes. ‘Sure.’
He smiles and mouths, ‘Be naked,’ as Mrs Duffy turns away, and I smile too, my heart practically floating out of my chest knowing there’s going to be a whole lot of naked times with Danny in my future.
And it starts at midday.