Unobtainable (36 page)

“It’s like the rain forest in here,” Dyson said, looking up into the branches of the weeping fig.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? And quiet.”

“So, what are we doing here?” Dyson was studying my lips. “What plans do have for me, Mr. Cooper? I don’t think Miss Molly gave you permission to have your way with me. Besides, my dick still hurts.”

“I’d like nothing more than to help take that pain away,” I chuckled, taking Dyson’s hand in mine, tracing my thumb over the back of his hand. “You are adorable. After everything you have been through and sex is the first thing you come up with. Tag really is a bad influence on you.”

“No,” Dyson shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s all you…I know I was out of it for a long time. I know I missed a lot but I still love you, that never changed. I also know the date because Molly told me…did I move out while I was asleep, is that what you brought me here to tell me?”

“No, you didn’t move out,” I told him, not wanting the conversation to steer in the wrong direction.

Dyson sat deep in thought, entranced by the movement of my thumb as I ran it over each of his knuckles and back.

“Why not?”

“Because, you didn’t.”

“Why?”

He was fishing. Dyson wanted me to tell him what
he
wanted to hear. I was ready, but I wanted to tell him in my own time,
my
way.

“Because I didn’t want you moving out.”

“Because I was sick?”

He was annoying, like a five year old on a road trip, sitting in the back kicking the driver’s seat continuously until you wanted to strangle him and toss him out on the side of the road.

“No, that’s not why.”

“I don’t understand then, why didn’t you have Tag and the guys move my things?”

My frustration level hit the max, the red line was all the way to the top and it was about to burst when he asked that one last question.

“Why?”

I spun his wheelchair to face me, pulling his legs between my knees. I held his face in my hands and closed the gap between us, touching my lips to his. It was enough to shut him up for a moment, long enough for me to speak.

“I want you to stay. I don’t want you moving in with Tag or some shit hole apartment just because time is up. When you’re able, I’m taking you home…to our home, where you belong.”

Dyson’s lips started to pucker into the word why, I placed my mouth over his lips and stared into his quizzical eyes.

“Because, I love you,” I breathed against his lips, Dyson pulled back.

“You just heard yourself, right?” Dyson asked, with a shit-eating grin.

“Yes.”

“Harley Cooper is finally admitting he loves me?” Dyson placed his hand on my chest, his face suddenly becoming serious. “Are you saying this because I got sick?”

“Are you asking if I love you out of pity?” I laughed. “No, but I will admit it did open my eyes, I have loved you all along. I think from the first time we met and you slammed your face into the door, I’ve loved you. I’ve been too scared of my past to let you in, I’ve allowed everything dark to stand in my way, the light never had a chance to seep in.”

“What about the nightmares?” Dyson asked.

“Come to think of it,” I chuckled, when I thought about his question. “I haven’t had one since you’ve been in here.”

“Maybe they’re a thing of the past. EJ said it couldn’t have gone better with your mother and Bruno. Maybe that was all the closure you needed.”

“It went better than I thought it would, I just wish you had been there to see their faces.” The image made me smile. “I’m thinking about seeing a shrink or getting some kind of therapy to help me deal with my past.”

“It wouldn’t be a bad thing. So, what happens once I get home?” Dyson asked. “Does it all go back to the way it was, you in your room and me in mine?”

“Baby, there’s no way I’m going back to the way it was. We’re going to start new. I’m never leaving your bed, you’re never leaving mine. No more lonely nights for either one of us.”

~Dyson~

A new start, it all sounded like a dream. Harley neglected to answer my question though. Whose bed would we ultimately end up in? For a moment I dwelled on it, pondering the where and when, when in reality it didn’t matter at all.

Harley loved me and I loved him. What did real-estate matter as long as we were together? And if I was going to wake up each morning beside the man I loved, I didn’t care if it was in a cardboard box in a gutter somewhere, just as long as we were together.

Sitting on the edge of the bed as I tied my shoes waiting for Harley to arrive, a thought flashed in my head. Was this the inaugurating of something Harley never wanted? Was this the start of a relationship? I almost didn’t want to think it in case I jinxed it, never mind say it out loud. Instead I silently allowed myself to surreptitiously believe this was indeed the inception of something wonderful.

“Ready to go home?” Harley asked, as he walked into my hospital room with my Harley jacket draped over his arm and a beautiful smile on his face.

I nodded as I stood. “Yes sir, like I’ve never wanted anything before. Get me the hell out of this place, please?”

“Your chariot awaits, hop in,” he said, handing me my jacket and shifting the dreaded wheelchair beside me.

As much as I wanted to balk at the idea of getting in that wheelchair again, I reminded myself that it was for the last time. I was going home.

The ground was covered in a picturesque blanket of fresh snow, the scene reminiscent of a Christmas card, as the sun sparkled off of each flake, like millions of tiny iridescent gems. The trees looked as if angels had painstakingly spent the night dusting each branch in a perfect layer of crystals.  The air was fresh and crisp, the cold chill welcome on my face and hands. Never again would I complain about winter and wishing it to hurry and be over with. Never again did I intend to whine about the trivial shit in life, or sweat the small stuff.

I was going home with the biggest, most contented grin slapped on my face with my hand wrapped in Harley’s as he drove. Hozier was singing
Take Me To Church
in the background
on the cars stereo and Harley hummed along as I enthusiastically took in the scenery like a blind man seeing for the first time.

I honestly believed I was born again and a very important life lesson had been learned. Don’t take jack shit for granted.

Harley squeezed my hand and looked to me with the sweetest smile. He was so different since admitting his love for me. He had always been attentive in the past, but now his every move, his every action seemed to revolve around me. It was endearing, I enjoyed this side of Harley, though it made me feel somewhat selfish.

~Dyson~

We walked through the apartment door, Harley forcing me ahead as he brought in my bag, flowers and the rainbow colored balloon arrangement Chelsea had sent while I was recovering. She was told to stay away since the baby was due any time.

I sat at the kitchen table, watching Harley take my things upstairs leaving them on the landing and racing back to my side, I rolled my eyes and tittered.

“It all looks the same,” I concluded, as I looked around the apartment.

“Were you expecting something to have changed?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I shrugged. “Shouldn’t it feel different?”

“Feel different how?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. I suppose I was anticipating confetti falling from the sky, a fanfare and the roar of celebratory cheers. I was just being stupid. My surroundings were the exact same they were the last time I entered the apartment. Though at this moment my heart felt heavy and sad like something was missing, like a piece of the puzzle was out of place, making it incomplete, I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was simply a feeling I couldn’t describe.

“Never mind,” I chuckled.

“You want something to drink?” Harley asked, holding open the refrigerator door.

His sweet ass was aimed in my direction as he bent into the refrigerator, a flutter of desire suddenly sparking my libido to life. I bit into my bottom lip and snarled internally. It had been like a lifetime since Harley touched me in a lustful way, I sighed, thinking of his fingers tracing my body.

“Two fingers of Chivas,” I said, as goose bumps formed on my exposed arms.

“You’re cute, water?”

“Please.”

Water would help, a long cold shower at this point would have been wiser.

“Are you hungry?” Harley asked. “I can make you something, it’s almost time for your meds. You need to take them with food.”

“Mind if I pass, I’m not really hungry yet,” I gave him a smile. “I’d kind of like to go lay down for a bit.”

“I’ll go up with you,” Harley offered, he was on me like a flash.

“I’m okay, I can climb a set of stairs,” I stood too quickly, my head spinning momentarily. Harley grabbed the back of my shirt. “Stop treating me like an invalid, Molly said I have a clean bill of health. It’s just the meds making me tired.”

“How about you give me a fucking break,” Harley snapped, pulling me hard against his beautiful rock hard chest. “Let me fuss over you. I’m fucking ecstatic that you’re finally home that all I want to do is take care of you. It won’t last, I promise I’ll get over the need to baby you, sooner or later.”

He was so adorable with his puppy dog eyes staring into mine, his pouty lip hanging like a spoiled child. I so wanted to bite into that lip of his. I surrendered, it would be easier to let him have what he wanted.

“Fuss away then. Do you want to carry me up to bed?” I laughed, holding up my arms. “I could go for a piggy back ride even. I haven’t had one of those since I was a kid.”

“I can see the meds haven’t affected that smart mouth of yours,” he turned me and slapped my ass. “Upstairs.”

“Tuck me in daddy and tell me a bedtime story?” I teased in a squeaky voice, as we scaled the steps.

I put my hand on my door handle and Harley pulled it away. He was crazy if he thought he had to open doors for me too. He took me by the shoulders and directed me until I stood at his bedroom door.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Well,” Harley said, stepping between me and the door. “It looks like you did move after all.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, when I realized what he was saying.

My heart started pumping as Harley kissed his lips to mine, his fingers weaving into mine. Fuck the fanfare and cheers, I’d never forget this moment in time. Harley was going to let me into a part of his world I thought I’d never see. There was no doubt in my mind or heart that Harley Cooper loved me.

“Absolutely,” he smiled. “Tag helped me move your things yesterday. We’re moving forward, this is
our
room now, for our new start. Welcome home.”

Harley opened the door and stepped back. I walked in and looked around. That strange feeling that had been following me evaporated.

“What color is this?” I asked, looking at the beige walls with a huge smile.

“I don’t know,” Harley laughed. “I asked the painter to pick something neutral. You don’t like it?”

“What’s not to like?” I tittered. “You made this furniture, didn’t you? It’s gorgeous.”

To my left a red brick wall was adorned by twelve of Tag’s black framed photos. They looked spectacular. The oversized sleigh bed was located on the far wall situated in an arched niche with large windows on either side. There was a telescope at the one window, pointed to the sky. I walked over and looked into the eyepiece.

“What am I looking for?” I asked.

“Well, if it were dark enough you’d be gazing at the stars,” Harley said, now standing at my back.

“Are you a star gazer, Harley?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I am,” he said, running his hand along my spine. “Later I’ll introduce you to Sirius the brightest star in the galaxy, for now I want you to lie down, get some rest.”

I climbed onto the bed, it was massive. There was easily enough room for four bodies to sleep comfortably. I rolled onto my back, tucking my arms under the feather pillow and looked up at the vaulted ceiling.

“Why do you have hooks in the ceiling, I thought you didn’t do kinky?” I joked.

Four huge hooks just so happened to be located above the four corners of the bed. I imagined a chain elevating the bed, then envisioned my hands and feet tied, my body hovering over the bed as I hung from soft satin ties.

“They were part of the ceiling when I moved in,” he announced as he threw a blanket over my legs. “Maybe we can find a use for them, I don’t remember telling you I wasn’t willing to try a little kink and here, who knows the things we could get up to in this room? They make these really cool looking sex swings, I’ve seen them on the internet, they even deliver them in an unmarked box so the neighbors don’t know you’re a pervert.”

I laughed patting the mattress beside me. “Lay down with me, I’m feeling the sudden need to have you close to me.”

“Oh Yeah?” Harley climbed onto the mattress and laid down, facing me. “I’m experiencing the same affliction.”

I noticed the picture of me on his bedside table. It was in a plain crystal frame to match the lamp. I smiled when I saw it.

“Obsessed much?” I joked, nodding at the picture.

“Yep,” he chuckled. “That’s my boyfriend…I love him.”

I looked at my bedside, the small table laid baron. “I need one of you for my side of the bed.”

“Why?”

“To wake up to every morning,” I concluded.

“But you have the real thing right here,” Harley held out his arms.

“What about the mornings when you’re not here?”

His face became serious. “I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you never wake up alone again. I’m going to make an appointment first thing tomorrow morning to see a shrink. I promise.”

“Harley you don’t have to do that for me,” I told him. “But if you need to do it for someone, do it for you.”

“Feel free to redecorate if you like,” Harley said, quickly changing the subject. Obviously he had made up his mind. “When you’re up for it, we’ll go shopping for new bedding and drapes. I’ve had this same old shit since I moved in, it’s time for a change. You can pick the color.”

“Blue?”

“Sure blue, we’re going to need new towels too.”

“Let’s not go changing everything, I like it the way it is, it’s you.”

“I want it to be
us
.”

Harley held out his arms, welcoming me into his side. I rested my cheek against his chest and he squeezed me tighter.

“I have to tell you something,” Harley started, “more of a confession really.”

“Do you need to cleanse your soul, Harley? Should I be worried?” I asked, slightly freaked, I didn’t like conversations that started with
I have to tell you something
and I certainly didn’t need more disruptions in my life for a long while.

“Remember the cabin trip?”

“Uh huh.”

“This is going to sound really messed up,” he said, chewing the inside of his cheek. “The night Tag stayed here…I thought…I thought you had another man in your bed and I changed the plans, I was going to fuck off to the cabin alone and not tell you.”

“Oh.”

“Then you got sick,”

“Stop right there,” I placed my hand on his chest. “New beginnings, Harley. I don’t want to dwell on the past…you honestly thought I slept with someone else? I would have never done that to you, not in a million years. I was…I am, totally committed to you. I love you.”

“I love you. You’re right,” Harley lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my palm. “And with that said, we’re taking a trip to New York City next week.”

“But it’s nearly Christmas and there’s so much to do, we need a tree and decorations. There are presents to buy and I want to have a party,” I told him. “I want to have Christmas dinner here if you’re okay with that. We’ll invite everyone-”

“Slow down, baby,” Harley said, combing his fingers through my hair, causing me to relax into his side. “Selma and Ellen beat you to it. They made all the arrangements already. But for sure we’ll get a tree and we can buy gifts while we’re in New York. Three days and two nights, we will be back the twenty third.”

“Okay, I give,” I said, trailing my thumb back and forth through the tuft of hair just below his navel. “I’m so excited. We missed the tree lighting though. We have to go skating at Rockefeller center and…”

~Harley~

I locked my mouth over Dyson’s lips to shut him up, he was supposed to be resting but seemed to be wound for sound since I told him about New York. I laid back and clapped my hands and the lights went out. Dyson’s side of the bed shook as he laughed hysterically. I knew he would get a kick out of my crazy gadget. I reached over and pressed a button on the remote on my side table. Soft music filled the air.
Thinking Out Loud
started playing and Dyson stroked his thumb lazily down the center of my chest.

“You want to fool around?” Dyson asked, draping his leg over my thighs.

“No,” I said, shoving his knee away.

Catching the sight of disappointment on his face from the dim light cascading from the ensuite, I rolled onto my side and tugged on Dyson’s pouty lip, grinning into his face. I touched my lips to his and whispered, “I want to make love to you.”

“Make love to me,” he whispered back. “Be slow and take your time, I want it to last the entire night. I’ve missed your touch.”

My intention was just that. This was not about lust or greed, this night was about us and our love for one another. I was going to show Dyson exactly how I felt, he would never be left to wonder.

At a snail's pace, I stripped Dyson from his clothes, taking just as much time to shed my own while he watched with a dark quiet stare.

“Gorgeous,” Dyson said.

“Shhh…”

Standing at the end of the bed, I allowed my eyes to chart over Dyson’s picturesque form. He had lost a fare bit of weight but he was still lean and sexy. The bed dipped as I climbed onto the end and commenced my prowl. I kissed the bottom of Dyson’s foot and each toe, mapping my way up his leg with a trail of lethargic kisses to each of his inner thighs, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on his. Dyson’s cock twitched as I lazily licked the crease at the junction of his thigh and his ball sac. While Dyson’s body writhed around, he threaded his fingers into my hair giving it a tug, attempting to direct me. I was moving at my own pace, I would not be dictated to during my quest.

I took hold of his cock laying it onto his belly and turning my attention to his lightly haired balls. He had lovely balls nestled in a tight little sac. I sucked one ball into my mouth rolling it with my tongue as Dyson groaned. I paid the same attention to the other as I rubbed my hands along his warm inner thighs.

Using my tongue only, as I held Dyson’s hands, not allowing him to take any sort of control, I licked my way along his shaft, watching as it lengthened and jerked with each lick. Dyson moaned, trying to pull his hands free as I grazed my teeth up his shaft, swirling my tongue around the helmeted ridge of his penis. The fact that he stayed rock solid while I threatening him with my teeth told me he trusted me. It was a real turn on for both of us.

Letting go of his hands, I sat up on my knees. There was a glistening droplet of pre-cum threatened to drip onto his belly. I fingered the pre-cum with the tip of my pinkie, lifting the string of cum to my mouth and smearing it on my lips.

“Mmm…” I moaned as Dyson looked on, licking his tongue across his lips with a smile.

I knelt down, feathering kisses over his beautiful eight-pack, my hands smoothed up his sides searching out his nipples. They were tight little beads and Dyson moaned out loud as I pinched and tweaked them. His fingers tugged at my hair, he clearly wanted more.