Four months later #6
Bay plays with my hair for a moment. "Yes. All my brothers have found their True Mates. I’m the last one they think doesn’t have a TM. Well, everyone except Storm," he says with a slightly sour expression.
"So in their eyes, you’re the last one?" I tilt my head a little and smile at him playfully, because something is dawning on me. "Meanwhile, you know what’s funny? You were actually the first one to find yours."
Bay blinks.
"You’re right, I never thought about it that way."
"And yet."
Bay smiles too, and brushes the tip of his gloved finger over my nose.
Suddenly I swing my leg over his thighs and settle on his lap, placing both hands on his shoulders.
"We were always meant for each other, Bay… but we gave up."
"You didn’t give up," Bay says seriously, "and I’m grateful for that."
"I did, for a few years. It was only about five years ago that I started doing anything. But through college… I was like… suspended, miserable, depressed."
Bay slowly, exploringly, slides his hand along my side, my hip, my thigh.
I can’t hide the fact that sitting astride his hips now, I feel a very specific hardness beneath me.
I lower my eyes to his crotch and then lift them again, giving him a darker smile.
"How about we…"
"I’m in," he says, matching my mischievous smile.
I don’t need to be told twice. I quickly pull out the condoms, unbutton his pants, and his cock springs free, hard and ready. Biting my lip, I roll the rubber down his shaft.
Meanwhile, Bay’s hand lifts, trailing from my temple, down my cheek, then along the side of my neck, before settling on my nipples, aching to push through my T-shirt. He teases them, flicking lightly, and I squirm.
I unbutton my own pants.
Thankfully, Bay’s wearing jeans. That’s enough separation, so I shove my pants down. For a brief moment, my hard little cock is right in front of his face, and he stares at it with intense focus.
"I wish I could…" he whispers.
"Soon," I reply, then rise over his hips, lining his tip up with my hole. I start sinking down, the stretch and burn are intense, but I don’t plan on stopping.
Gradually, I slide lower, Bay’s gloved hands support me, cupping my ass, his fingers gently moving at the edge of my hole, like he’s trying to help stretch me, pulling my cheeks apart.
And I push down, taking him in, like a chicken on a spit. My hands grip his shoulders, and our eyes lock.
My body trembles inside, aching to rip off these condoms, to merge with him completely. But I know I have to wait just a little longer…
My tunnel clings tightly around his shaft, and I can almost feel my ring of muscles pulsing, massaging him, then relaxing and loosening to make even more room.
I love being stuffed so tight, love the friction it creates. I start my work: lifting and dropping, my eyes never leaving Bay’s. There’s something absurdly intense about it, even with layers of clothes and latex between us, the excitement doesn’t fade.
My body feels strangely pleasure-drunk, starved. I’m hot, struggling, and I know this won’t last long. I ride him hard, up and down, fast and rhythmic, my thighs driving the motion. Our breaths quicken, our hearts pound, signaling the wave of pleasure approaching.
Right before it hits me, I grab the T-shirt beside us and cover my cock, I don’t want my fluids on his skin.
Then I come, throwing my head back, jerking my hips harder—forward, side to side, up and down—almost thrashing, moaning, groaning, muttering nonsense.
When I open my eyes, I meet Bay’s gaze, his pupils blown wide, his lips slightly parted in rapid breaths. Then he says softly,
"You are so fiery… I love that about you."
"This is just the beginning," I say. "You’ll see so much more… it’s coming."
That same day, we cook together for the first time, something we used to do back when we lived for a few months in his tiny house.
The atmosphere between us is light and easy, and even with the constant presence of clothes or gloves between us, I’m starting to feel close to him again. When we pass each other, brush against each other like it’s accidental, trade glances, it’s just… so sweet, so perfect.
There’s this strange, steady buzz of excitement in my body, this sense that the best part is still ahead of us, that we’re on this upward curve together, and the sparks between us keep flaring brighter and brighter.
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When I step out in front of the Malden Pharmaceuticals building four days later, Bay leans out of the car and squeezes my hand, still covered by a glove.
We are already used to the constant layer between us.
It could be annoying, but we don’t make it a big deal.
In a way, we both appreciate it, because it allows us at least a bit of intimacy.
"I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this finally turns out to be a success. The final stage."
"I’m hopeful too," I say, giving him a smile as I lean in and press a light kiss to the surface of his gloved hand. Bay immediately pulls my hand toward himself and returns it with a similar kiss on mine.
"I’ll pick you up in an hour, alright? I’ll swing home, then stop by Eric’s place to get a contract I need to sign, and I’ll be right back here."
"Sure, see you," I say, waving at him.
I walk into the Malden Pharmaceuticals building hoping this will be the last time, that my therapy finally ends, but I freeze in the hallway. The same guy is standing in front of the test room door again. He turns around immediately, as if wanting to run away.
"Hey!" I call out in a voice that allows no argument. "Why the hell are you pretending you don’t know me?"
I march up to him and try to grab his shoulder, but he dodges so quickly and smoothly it looks almost supernatural.
"Ummm, I’m not. Alex Strada."
In a weird spike of desperation I blurt out, "It’s actually Alex Lowen. Or no, rewind. Alex Nolan."
Nothing, not even a flicker of surprise crosses his face.
"Wait. You know?"
"Of course."
I stand there stunned. Did Blue tell him? Did he trust him enough? How strange.
"What are you doing here at the door of the test room… with Blue inside?"
Gabriel shrugs.
"I’m his… bodyguard, let’s say."
Suddenly I remember that talk with Blue, when he said he needed to change his attitude about the whole bodyguard hiring… and then I put it together with the fact that Gabriel had legal trouble and the Second Chance organization put his marriage contract up for sale.
Did Blue purchase it?! That would be crazy!
"Let’s say?" My tone becomes insistent.
His cheeks flush with heat.
At that moment the door opens and Blue leans out, clearly having heard our voices. Gabriel looks at him, Blue’s eyes fall to his face for a moment, and I know instantly.
Oh, I know this all too well. The air almost crackles with electricity.
"Come in, Alex," he says in a seemingly neutral tone, but I’m not fooled.
Bodyguard my ass. Given that the Lowens have a high compatibility with the Nolans, I’m willing to bet the electric charge between them means something far beyond a professional relationship.
But whatever, I’m not getting involved. I’m here for something that matters to me, something incredibly important.
"Okay…"
I walk in after Blue without asking anything, shaking off the whole situation. I even ignore the fact that Gabriel is twenty-one and Blue is forty-two. That is not my business.
I have no intention of judging him. The only thing I feel toward him is gratitude, because it amazes me that even though he is the CEO of the entire corporation, he has never handed this project over to anyone else. He still devotes his attention to my case, keeps a close eye on it.
I smile at him broadly.
"Maybe today?" I whisper. "Maybe this finally works."
"We’ll see," he says with a quick wink as he walks toward me with a tiny blood-collecting device.
Wow. Blue winking? Well, well. It seems like he’s in a good mood.
He also looks wonderful, faintly flushed, with a sort of brightness in his whole posture, he even feels younger.
Thanks to his expensive skin therapies he never looked older than twenty-six, but now he seems almost Gabriel’s age, his skin soft and glowing.
Since his looks are almost twin-like to mine, it makes me feel a kind of fascination with his transformation, but again, I hold back from asking anything.
He comes closer, I offer my finger, and Blue collects a droplet of blood. I watch him walk over to the analysis machine and insert the tiny vial inside, where my blood will be mixed with Bay’s antigens.
Then he sits at a special microscope viewer and examines the effect.
I know it usually takes about ten to fifteen minutes, so I sit on the examination bed, nervously biting my lip.
I stare at Blue, noticing the little things about him that are different from usual.
He seems to drift off into thought from time to time, staring into space with his cheeks slightly flushed. What is he musing about?
"Your bodyguard is handsome," I say just to fill the silence. As expected, the small twitch in Blue’s expression tells me more than words.
"Is he?"
"Well, he’s a Nolan after all. They’re fine specimens. Even distant cousins."
Blue has his head lowered and shoots me a sharp sideways glance, but… he doesn’t answer.
Exactly then I get a text from Bay.
"Sorry darling, something urgent came up. I won’t be able to pick you up, can you please take an Uber?"
I sigh.
"Sure," I reply.
Interesting. Bay has never called me darling before. Maybe that means we really are crossing into the next stage.
Perhaps it’s even better he can’t pick me up. I’ll have time to get home, shower, change, and wait for him completely naked… I zone out for a moment.
Suddenly Blue turns toward me, his face stretched into a grin. He beckons me with a small curl of his finger and I jump up as if I have springs in my legs.
He steps aside and shows me the microscope viewer, but of course I have no idea what I’m looking at.