15. Chapter Fifteen #2
Bronx licked his palm then unceremoniously wrapped his fingers around their shafts and began stroking them with perfect precision.
He mixed twisting patterns with short, fast jerks to their heads, followed by slow rhythmic tugs over their hot skin.
Their pre-come made everything so beautifully slippery and Cavalari kept lifting his hips to punch his cock through Bronx’s tight fist.
Bronx bent closer to Cavalari and took his mouth again.
His kisses were becoming a mixture of unsynchronized pulls and tugs without finesse but neither of them seemed to care.
Each twist and stroke brought them closer to the relief they were both trying to reach.
Riding the edge of the abyss was a sweet and painful bliss—a push of adrenaline shot directly into his vein.
Emotions he’d never felt tingled beneath his skin, skittering and burning through him to bring both warmth and fear.
What would happen if he let himself fall face first into these new sensations and fully.
. . feel every last emotion that was happening between them?
Was Bronx only interested in a fling or did being with Cavalari mean something different—something more?
Cavalari wasn’t sure if he could slip back into the role he’d been hired to perform after they’d shared this level of intimacy.
Was he acting like a sap over a guy who wasn’t known for doing relationships?
There was no way Cavalari could watch Bronx seeking out other men to end his nights with after performing their shows in Vegas.
If that happened, he’d have to do his job and stand guard outside of Bronx’s hotel room and hope like hell he couldn’t hear him getting his rocks off on the other side of the door.
His heated gaze met Bronx’s and he locked onto the object of this insane desire. “So damn good,” Cavalari said and thrust his cock against the underside of Bronx’s. “I can’t believe I’m finally doing this with you.”
“I’ve waited a long time to have my hands and mouth on you,” Bronx said. “Next time we’re going to be naked, though, because I want to taste you from head to toe before I suck you dry.”
“Jesus, no more talking! I’m gonna . . . ” Cavalari shouted.
“S-same,” Bronx said and their hips began jabbing frantically into the tight fist that surrounded their shafts.
Cavalari exploded first, sending ropes of his release all over their shirts and partially bared stomachs. Bronx was only a couple of strokes behind and then he exploded to add more to the puddles of cooling come on Cavalari’s stomach.
“Holy fuck!” Bronx exclaimed. “I haven’t come that hard in I don’t know how long.” He stretched to reach the box of tissues from the end table beside the bed and grimaced.
“You okay?” Cavalari asked.
“I just had an epic orgasm,” Bronx said. “I think it’s safe to say I’m feeling pretty fucking great.”
Cavalari saw another strained expression of discomfort appear on Bronx’s face with more intensity than the last time.
“Rory, you just made another face,” he said.
He sat up straighter on the bed with Bronx still sitting on his lap and held his face in both his hands to maintain eye contact. “Tell me the truth. Are you in pain?”
Bronx rolled his eyes. “No more than I have been,” he replied as he continued to wipe up some of the mess on Cavalari’s stomach. “Sometimes I get these quick bursts of light and pressure, but it’s probably just a migraine or something.”
“And exactly how long has this been going on?” Cavalari asked.
“I don’t know, maybe a couple of days?”
Cavalari quickly did the math in his head, “You mean, since we wrestled, and you didn’t think this was important to tell me before now?”
“I didn’t want you to worry,” Bronx explained. “Plus, I figured there was no need to mention it since I’m already scheduled to see a doctor as soon as we pull into Houston.”
“Pain like that after a head injury is serious,” Cavalari pointed out. “Especially with your hearing fading in and out the way it is.”
“We don’t know if this is a brain injury, so don’t be jumping to conclusions,” Bronx stated.
Bronx flinched again and reached for the side of his head.
At the same time Cavalari saw Bronx’s eyes widen with fear, a drop of something red plopped onto Cavalari’s chest. The spot was quickly absorbed by his black polo shirt he was wearing but more drips came and suddenly everything began to move at a break-neck speed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bronx grit out with his hands firmly clutching onto his head.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” Cavalari said.
“My head is suddenly killing me,” he responded with a slight quiver that made his voice shake. “I feel. . . dizzy and nauseous, too.”
“You’re also sweating,” Cavalari added.
Cavalari’s eyes tracked the thin trickle of blood soaking a spot on Bronx’s shirt at his shoulder.
He mapped the trail up his exposed throat all the way to his ear.
His heart began to hammer in his chest as he carefully tipped Bronx’s head to the side to get a closer look.
There was blood pooling inside the hollow of his ear and more kept dripping out.
A part of him was on the brink of panic but he had to be the strong one for Bronx.
There was no way in hell he’d let Bronx down and that meant he’d be digging deep into his internal reserve of courage and strength to get Bronx the help he badly needed.
He drew in a long inhale and locked eyes with Bronx.
He could do this.
He had no other choice.
“Rory, you’re bleeding,” Cavalari said evenly, doing his best to keep a calm tone in his voice.
He took a few tissues from the box beside the bed and began to wipe up the blood on Bronx’s neck as quickly as he could but more and more kept draining from his ear and soaked the tissues.
Bronx looked at the tissues in Cavalari’s hand and his eyes went wide with horror.
“Fuck! That’s a lot of blood! Where’s it coming from?” Bronx asked.
“It’s draining from your ear. Does your head still hurt?” Cavalari asked. He rubbed soothingly at Bronx’s back and neck while he pressed a clean clump of tissues to his ear.
Bronx swayed a bit and then his eyes rolled back in the sockets. “I’m gonna pass . . .” he said and then slumped forward against Cavalari.
“We need to get you to a hospital—immediately!” Cavalari exclaimed.
He eased Bronx off of his chest and laid him out on the bed beside him then quickly jumped to his feet.
He hurried to the bathroom and grabbed towels to put under Bronx’s head and made sure he was comfortable. Then he grabbed his phone.
Bronx clutched his head again and screamed out in agony. Cavalari bolted to Bronx’s side of the bed. “You’re going to be okay, I promise,” Cavalari soothed. “I need to make a few calls to get you help. Stay here and keep the towels pressed to your ear and I’ll be right back.”
Cavalari charged down the center aisle of the bus and began to pound on the door that went into the driver’s area. “Pull the bus over! Now!” Cavalari demanded. The driver glanced over his shoulder at the glass panel cut into the door. “Pull over! Hurry up! Bronx needs medical attention!”
Cavalari felt the speed of the bus begin to sharply slow and then slide toward the breakdown lane.
He already had his phone in his hand and was punching out a text message to Nacho, the head guard who was riding on the second bus of their caravan headed to New Orleans.
He updated him on Bronx’s condition and then hit the button to dial Fizzbo.
“What’s up?” Fizzbo answered on the second ring.
“I’ve got a situation here,” he quickly rattled off.
“Bronx is hurt and I think it’s serious.
There’s a shit load of blood coming from his ear and his head is killing him.
I need you to use the GPS tracker on the bus to get our exact coordinates and call for a LifeFlight helicopter to land on the road.
This bus can’t get him to the nearest hospital fast enough, so call this in as a medical emergency and get us the transport we need. ”
“Tony, slow the fuck down and tell me what happened!” Fizzbo demanded. “How did Bronx get hurt and why the hell is he bleeding from his ear?”
“I don’t know the answer to that question,” Cavalari said, “because I’m not a fucking doctor.”
“I understand that but I need to know what led up to this,” Fizzbo said. “911 is going to ask these questions, as well as Dagger, so I need to have some semblance of an answer for him!”
Cavalari took a few brief moments to arrange his scattered thoughts and gave Fizzbo the basic details of what transpired and then Fizzbo went full-on team leader.
In the background Cavalari could hear other dispatchers in the office at Ventura Security already implementing Fizzbo’s directives to arrange for LifeFlight to land near the bus.
Relief settled inside Cavalari’s bones. With the extended team now working on the situation with him, he was certain Bronx would be well cared for.
“Okay, calls are in progress,” Fizzbo said. “Give me a minute and I’ll call you back with confirmation on the arrival of medical personnel.”
“I can’t thank you enough for the help.”
“Go be with Bronx and keep your phone handy.”
“I will,” Cavalari said and ended the call. His feet were already moving down to the back bedroom to see Bronx.