Chapter 26 Isaac
TWENTY-SIX
ISAAC
It’s been three weeks since my injury and I missed two games.
Getting back to practice today was great.
I was starting to go a little insane with boredom.
I’m looking forward to a quiet evening with Evan.
Instead of taking a shower at the stadium, I rushed home to meet him.
I didn’t want to wait any longer to see my man.
When I emerge from the bathroom, he’s sitting at my kitchen table with his laptop and a glass of red wine.
I pour myself a glass and join him, leaning for a quick kiss.
“What’s this?”
“My reviews. I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to look at them for a month. Hope told me the ones she saw were good, but I was still afraid to look at them.”
“Was she right? I can’t imagine anyone giving you a bad review,” I tell him, thinking more about the mind-blowing fort sex we had a few nights ago than his job. We also spent time the next day ordering a few sex toys online. I can’t wait to try them out.
“You would be wrong there.” Evan’s voice pulls me from my sexy memory.
I focus on him and listen intently. “I do have three bad reviews, but they are from the same employee, and he is basically a pissed-off jerk who thought he could intimidate me and get paid without doing any actual work. His reviews were written the two times I wrote him up and then the day I fired him. I really don’t care what he thinks. ”
“What about the others?”
“They are all great. My lowest rating is a 4 and most of them are 5s. Hope told me this, but I didn’t believe her.
The comments are really nice ‘Best boss ever.’ ‘Evan is easy to work for and treats us fairly.’ ‘Evan doesn’t mind stepping in and working alongside his employees any time there is a need for extra hands. ’ I can’t believe they like me.”
“I have no doubt they love you. You are great at your job.”
“Enough of this,” he says, closing the computer. “I want to spend time with you. How was your first day back at practice?”
“Rough. I’m exhausted. Doing practically nothing for two weeks makes it difficult to get back into the action. I’m sore as hell, but the hot shower helped.”
“I wouldn’t say you did nothing. You certainly did something last night and a few nights ago,” he reminds me. Memories of last night flash in my mind. It was fun, but not as much fun as the sex we had in the blanket fort a few nights ago. Those are damn good images.
“More like someone,” I growl.
“I’ll rub your sore muscles tonight after dinner.” He pats my leg and starts to stand up, but I pull him back to the chair kissing him again.
I break the kiss and growl, “Oh, I have a muscle you can rub.” I put Evan’s hand on my hardening cock.
Evan rubs one hand over my shorts, while the other snakes its way up my chest and around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss.
My phone rings, but I ignore it and deepen the kiss.
Pushing his chair back, Evan drops to his knees and pulls on my shorts.
I lift myself enough for him to get the shorts from under me and he pulls them down to my ankles.
My phone rings again, but I’m focused on Evan licking my thighs and ignore the call.
People need to leave me the hell alone. I’m a little busy.
“Oh, god,” I moan as Evan licks up my shaft then takes me in his mouth.
I wrap a hand in his hair and push him down further. He chokes a little, so I release him. He lifts his mouth to my tip before sliding it down my shaft again. Shit, that feels good.
He bobs his head up and down slowly at first then faster for a few minutes before slowing down again. It’s driving me fucking mad. Every time I get close, he slows down, torturing me in the best possible way.
I’ve ignored two more calls, reveling in the feel of Evan’s mouth on me.
He slides his mouth down slowly until I hit the back of his throat.
He cups my balls with one hand and gently squeezes them while pinching my nipple with the other hand, and I explode into his throat. Shit, that didn’t last long enough.
He sits back in his chair, licking his lips with a satisfied smile.
“Proud of yourself?”
“Yep.”
“Thank you.” I kiss him. “That was amazing. It’s my turn to take care of you.” As I stand up, planning to carry him to the bedroom, my phone rings again. I let out a deep sigh.
“You need to see who it is.” He’s right. My phone never rings this many times in a row. It stops as I reach for it. To my horror, I find six missed calls from my dad and several texts from my family.
Dad: Call me, son.
Owen: You need to call me or Dad.
Owen: Answer your damn phone.
“Shit. Something’s wrong. Look.” I show the texts to Evan.
He takes my hand and holds onto it while I call my dad, putting it on speaker.
If this is serious, I need Evan to hear.
My heart sinks, imagining all the things that could possibly be wrong.
It has to be my mom since Dad and Owen are the ones calling.
The thought of something happening to my mom horrifies me.
She’s the glue that holds our family together.
She’s the best mom and wife and we’d all be lost without her. Dad picks up after several rings.
“Isaac,” Dad says. “Hey, Son.”
“Dad what’s going on?”
He takes a deep breath and my heart sinks.
“It’s Aiden. He was in a car accident,” Dad drops an unexpected bomb on me.
“What? When? Where? Is he okay?” I word vomit, not sure what to ask. I’m relieved mom is okay, but knowing something bad happened to my little brother is whole other level of terror.
“We don’t know much. He was driving back to his apartment after class. Someone t-boned him on the driver’s side. We got to the hospital a few minutes ago and are waiting to see the doctor and talk to the police.”
My heart is racing and my entire body is shaking. My baby brother is hurt and there’s not a damn thing I can do. Evan squeezes my hand, but it barely registers.
“Thank you, Mr. Flores. Call us when you know more.”
“Take care of my boy.”
“I’ve got him.” Evan ends the call and looks at me.
“Why did you hang up?” I yell, grabbing my phone. Evan gently takes it out of my hand and places it on the other side of the table, then he takes my other hand, holding both of mine and turning me to face him fully.
“Where did you go?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you stopped talking in the middle of the conversation.”
“Oh, I guess I was thinking about Aiden. Did I miss something?”
“The doctor came in. They are going to call us back after they talk to him.”
I pull away from Evan and pace the kitchen for several minutes. Why didn’t I answer the phone? My family needed me, and I ignored them for a stupid blow job.
“Stop beating yourself up.”
“I’m not!” I bark
“Not stopping or not beating yourself up?”
“Neither. Both. I don’t know!” I cry. I place both hands on the counter and drop my head.
My chest tightens, my body shakes, and my vision blurs.
How can this be happening? My little brother is lying in a damn hospital bed and there’s nothing I can do.
I can’t go to him. I can’t help him. I’m useless.
Evan walks over to me and pulls me in for a hug. I melt into him, feeling safe and comforted in his arms. He leads me to the couch and gently pushes me to sit before he walks away and comes back a few seconds later with my phone and two glasses of wine.
“There is nothing we can do but wait. Try not to worry until we know more. I know that’s an impossible request, but let’s try.”
I take the glass and nod as he sits next to me, taking my hand in his again. It’s a simple gesture, but it means more than he’ll ever know. Without Evan by my side, I’d probably be driving to the airport right now.
By the time the phone rings again, I am on my third glass of wine and made it damn clear I need something stronger, but Evan refuses to give me bourbon. At this point, I’d like to down half a bottle of Tequila and forget everything.
“Dad, how is he?” I don’t bother with formal greetings.
I hate feeling this way–scared, lost, devastated, shattered. Is there a strong enough word to describe the range of emotions I’ve felt over the past hour?
“Stable. I’m sorry it took so long, but we talked to the doctor and the police.
The guy who hit him was drunk. Drunk at four in the afternoon.
Can you believe it? Aiden is lucky that the back door took the brunt of the impact.
We would be having a very different conversation if the driver’s door would have taken a direct hit,” Jose chokes on his last sentence, pausing briefly to get his emotions in check before continuing.
“He has a broken leg, broken arm, collapsed lung, and a few broken ribs. Nothing life threatening, but he’ll need surgery on his leg.
Basically, the entire left side of his body is broken. ”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“He’ll heal, Isaac. It will take time and when he wakes up, he probably won’t be happy about having to leave school and move home, but we think that is the best thing for him.
He won’t be able to drive for a while. If he’s at home, your mother and I can take him to all his doctors’ appointments and PT when the time comes. ”
I breathe a sigh of relief. My dad is right. Aiden is alive and all his injuries will heal. In a few months, he’ll be back to his normal life. I need to be thankful.
“How is Mom?”
“She’s better now that we have some good news.
But you know your mom. She can’t stand to see any of you hurt.
It took seeing you in person to convince her that your ribs were only bruised.
Even though visiting hours are over and he’s an adult, she refuses to leave his room.
The nurses gave up arguing with her and brought a cot for her to sleep on tonight.
I’m in the waiting room right now, but I think I’m going to get a hotel room for a few days, so we will have somewhere to shower and relax.
Owen left the girls with a neighbor. Now that we know Aiden is going to be okay, he’s going to make the three-hour drive home after we grab some dinner. ”
“Please call me tomorrow with an update or sooner if anything changes.”
“I will, Isaac. Get some sleep and let Evan take care of you. I know you’re worried but try to focus on football. You have a big game on Sunday.”
“I will,” I agree. Leave it to my dad to keep me in line from more than a thousand miles away. “I love you. Tell Mom, Owen, and Aiden I love them.”
“I love you, Son. I will pass it on to the family.”
I end the call and fall into Evan’s arms, crying until I have nothing left inside. I have no idea why it took getting good news before I sobbed, but now I can’t stop. Evan holds me, stroking my hair for a few minutes then rubbing a hand up and down my back.
“I’m glad he’s going to be okay,” Evan whispers.
“Me, too. Thank you for being here with me.”
“I’ll always be here for you. I’m going to get us some dinner. You rest.”
“Please let me help. I need to do something, or my mind is going to go to all sorts of negative places.”
Evan stands up and holds a hand out to me. He leads me to the kitchen, and we quietly prepare dinner together. It’s romantic, domestic, and intimate. It’s home, safety, and comfort. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted but didn’t know I needed.