Moore Than Forever (9 page)

“You seriously weren’t on Facebook?”

Shaking his head, “I had successfully avoided social media until that night. I don’t think Beau will ever tell me the truth, especially now that he’s involved with CJ.”

“I really felt for Zac today, Schooner. He was unhappy about our coupling, but he was able to run to CJ and at least he had a situation with his mom that hadn’t changed. But now, when he came home for spring break, she was gone, too.”

Schooner nodded, “And to a family friend he’s known his whole life. And the guy is now sleeping with his mother.”

“And it’s, Beau. Ick.” Mia’s face scrunched up as if she’d just eaten a lemon instead of a grape.

“Not to be rude and shallow, but what the hell,” he laughed. “You actually knew him in his good looking days.”

“No,” Mia bellowed.

“He’s got the Barbie he’s always wanted and she has a guy who is going to adore her and treat her like a goddess. She’ll treat him like shit and he’ll love it and feel like he’s won the Super Bowl,” he stroked Mia’s hair.

“Karma,” she said softly.

“Mmm-hmm and the two of them just gave me everything I needed to end this debacle of a marriage, which is perfect, because it was the two of them who forced us apart and kept us apart.”

“Nice synergy, wouldn’t you say.”

Standing, Schooner reached out a hand to Mia. “Time to christen our boat.”

It didn’t escape Mia for a moment that his prized possession, his material soul mate, his ‘True Compass’ had already become ‘our boat’ and she could clearly see the family vacations that lie before them and the memories that they would make.

Pulling her to the aft cabin, “So, you seriously never had sex on this boat?”

He shook his head no.

“Oh Captain, you poor deprived man.”

Schooner sat on the edge of the king sized bed with Mia standing between his long legs, smiling. Slowly, she pulled the sweater off over her head.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, “I think I’m going to like this. I would much rather be a depraved man.”

With a slow precision, she began to unbutton her blouse, her eyes trained on his pale sapphire eyes. “I kind of like California Schooner, he’s a little bit of a dick.”

Laughing, his eyes never leaving hers, “Sweetheart, he’s more than a little bit of a dick.”

“But you’re not that way with me,” she cocked her head.

Shaking his head, “No. I’m not.”

“Take your pants off, dick.”

Lying back on the bed, he undid the button on his khakis and carefully negotiated the zipper over his hard cock. Wriggling out of his pants and boxers, he kicked them to the floor.

“Oh Captain,” she smiled, “now that is one irresistible cock. What should I do to it? Do you have any suggestions?”

“I do,” he smiled, his eyes burning into her, making her wet just from the look he was giving, “I want you to suck my cock.”

“Aye-Aye, Sir.” Getting to her knees on the floor between his legs, she urged him closer to the edge of the bed.

Gingerly, she softly licked the length of him from the base of his balls to the glistening crown.

Pulling her hair with a tug so that she was staring into his eyes, his voice gruff, “I told you to suck me, not lick me.”

“God, you’re a dick,” her head was shoved down onto his cock before she could even finish the statement, and she moaned both from him plowing into the back of her throat and how turned on she was by him taking what he wanted. And he wanted her.

With his fingers threaded through her hair, he worked her head up and down, setting the pace and the depth. Controlling what he wanted and how he wanted it.

“You make me so fucking happy,” he moaned.

He was dripping at a feverish clip and she knew he was close. Steeling herself to swallow everything he gave, she sucked harder, totally turned on by what she was able to do to him.

Abruptly, he pulled out of her mouth and she thought he was going to shoot all over her face. Panting, she just looked up at him. Grabbing her under her arms, he pulled her up and flipped her onto the bed.

“Get your pants off,” he demanded and Mia immediately complied. “Spread your legs,” and she did. Running his fingers up the insides of her thighs, she quivered. “You’re glistening,” his voice was gruff. Reaching down, he dipped a finger into her and ran it along her slit to her clit, rubbing her juices in circles on her clit.

Moaning, Mia closed her eyes, losing herself to the sensation. He had just the right spot with the perfect intensity and he was driving her to the edge at warp speed. Feeling a heated burning sensation on the soles of her feet, Mia knew she was close. As she opened her eyes to look at him, she was overwhelmed by the depth of the love she felt for this beautiful man standing over her. This man who made her feel safe and protected, who adored her and turned his whole world upside down to be with her. He literally had moved heaven and Earth to be with her and her heart overflowed just gazing up at him.

“I love you,” and yet her words seemed inadequate even to her own ears.

“I love you, Baby Girl,” and the steel in his eyes melted like glaciers. Dropping onto the bed next to her, he pulled her on top of him. Taking her face in both hands, he kissed her passionately and then flipped her onto her back. Smiling, he took her with a quick, deep thrust, a moan emanating from low in his throat as his lips sought hers again.

Slowly, he moved within her, his pace languorous and deliberate as if he were mimicking the gentle rocking of the boat. It took Mia a moment, but she realized he had tapped into the sea’s motion. Pulling his lips away, he smiled down at her.

“This feels good,” and he closed his eyes as he slowly plowed into her.

The friction and their motion and the gentle rocking of the boat felt exquisite. Focused in on where they coupled, feeling every luxurious inch of him sliding in and out, she was stripped of any and all control, and finally let go, “Oh God, Schooner,” she called into his neck, “oh God.” And to aid in the intensity of her release, her muscles spasmed around his cock, tightening as he took his last deep thrust.

Together they lay tangled on the sweat dampened sheets, skin glistening.

Rubbing the tip of his nose to hers, “You know what, Baby Girl…”

“What?” she smiled at him.

“My True Compass led me back to you,” and he pulled her head down onto his chest, wrapped his arms around her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

Chapter Seventeen

Gavin was sitting up in his chair, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose, as he scanned the financial pages of the Los Angeles Times. Leading the way with Nathaniel in her arms, Dee entered the room, with Schooner and Mia following shortly behind.

“So nice to see you up in your robe and slippers,” Dee greeted him with a kiss and handed him his grandson.

“Very good to be out of that bed,” he responded. “Hello, handsome,” he greeted Nathaniel. “Where’s Zac this morning?”

“He went over to L9 for an early workout. He should be here soon.” Schooner sat on the edge of the bed, “So do the doctors still feel they might be able to let you out in a few days?”

“The cardiologist was by this morning and I think another two days and then I’ll get sprung. They want me to do cardiac rehab.”

“I wonder if we can get them to let you do it L9. Maybe we can have the rehab person meet you there. We’ve certainly got the equipment they need.”

Taking advantage of Zac’s absence, Gavin steered the subject away from himself, “Have you spoken to Aaron about that little bombshell Zac dropped yesterday?”

“I have a call into him. Leslie said he was in court, but she expected him back shortly.”

“That gives you a lot of leverage to get this thing fast tracked, I would think.”

“Absolutely,” Schooner smiled.

“I never liked him,” Dee voiced a sentiment that she had felt for years and kept to herself.

“Ditto,” Mia added her two cents and a look passed between the two women.

“Do you think this has been going on for a while?” Gavin looked up from peering at Nathaniel.

“I think he’s been in love with her right from the start, but I’d venture to say the physical relationship is fairly new,” the wheels in Schooner’s head were turning.

As if on cue, Schooner’s phone rang. Looking at it, he smiled, “It’s Aaron,” and he strolled out of the room into the hallway.

Before he could even greet his lawyer, he nearly ran into two nurses, both smiling at him as if they had already undressed him in that nanosecond. While flattered that he was still turning heads, he yearned for a ring telling the world what he’d known in his heart since he was eighteen years old: Taken. Heart Property of Mia Silver.

“Excuse me,” he brushed past them. “Aaron, thanks for getting back to me so soon.”

“How’s your dad doing, Schooner? Leslie just updated me.”

Strolling down the hall at a fast clip in search of an empty waiting area, Schooner was oddly comforted hearing Aaron’s voice, knowing that his trusted attorney would bring him one step closer to finalizing a situation that had dragged on far too long.

“He’s actually doing fairly well, considering. It was mild, and he’s otherwise in good health, and meeting his newest grandson has gone a long way in keeping his spirits high.”

“Am I going to get to meet the latest Moore and Mia this trip?”

“I think we can make that happen.” Schooner poked his head into the waiting room to find it filled. He continued down another hallway in search of a quiet spot. Lowering his voice and speaking softly into his cell, “So, my son dropped a bombshell on us yesterday afternoon.”

“Oh?”

“It appears my old college roommate, Beau Gordon, known to my kids as ‘Uncle Beau’, has taken up residence in my home with my to-be-ex-not-soon-enough wife and it’s in more than the capacity of a roommate. Zac came home for spring break and felt so uncomfortable that he went and stayed with my parents.” Giving up on finding a quiet spot, Schooner leaned his left shoulder against a wall to talk.

Aaron chuckled, “That’s a beautiful thing.”

Smiling, Schooner was nodding his head, “Game. Set. Match.”

“Exactly. I’ll get her lawyer on the horn today and tell him it’s done.”

With a sixth sense that emanates from somewhere deep within the gut, Schooner felt the summoning call to turn to his right. Following his instinct, he changed directions to face the other end of the corridor. As he began to process the scene down the hall that he was just beginning to witness, he could feel rising bile start to burn his esophagus.

Zac leaned casually with his back up against the wall. She stood before him, gently stroking his arm with the intimacy of a lover. It took Schooner a moment to place the last time he had seen her, and that memory disgusted him nearly as much as the scene he was currently witnessing.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he started down the hall with his long legged stride. He was in protect mode. Protect his young. A part of the animal kingdom, Schooner Moore was the king of his pride and it was his duty to take out this cougar. This was the very same cougar that had intimately stroked his arm at his forty-third birthday party moments before dropping her hand down to his crotch in search of his cock. And now she was standing too close to his son, touching him in a way that only lovers do.

Spying his father approaching, Zac extricated himself from the woman and headed toward Schooner. The woman disappeared into a patient’s room.

“Hi Dad,” Zac was trying to come off cool, but from his darting eyes, his rattled nerves were apparent.

“How long has that been going on?”

Zac hesitated.

“Don’t lie to me, Zac,” Schooner’s demeanor was all business.

“It’s not. I mean, there’s nothing going on,” Zac was clearly agitated. This was a conversation he did not want to be having with his father.

“But there was,” Schooner was not letting him off the hook.

They stood in the middle of the busy hallway, hospital personnel and patients passed them on all sides but neither Moore saw another person nor heard another sound.

“Yes, there was,” Zac looked down at his feet.

“When?” Schooner’s tone was terse, his body language a warrior preparing for battle.

“When I was home fall semester. Before I went back to Exeter.”

“How many of them were there?” the muscles in Schooner’s jaw were now twitching.

“Three,” Zac’s voice was little more than a whisper.

“Three in addition to her?”

“No. Including her.” Zac still had not looked up at his father.

“Did they know about one another?” Schooner’s arms were now crossed over his chest and if Zac had looked up he would’ve noticed his father’s mind racing a million miles per hour.

“Yeah. They did,” Zac finally looked up.

“Go back to your grandfather’s room. We’ll talk later.”

“Dad, are you mad at me?” Zac’s eyes were pleading.

“I’m not happy with you, Zac, but you’re the minor here. These women are adults who should know better. Go to your grandfather’s room.”