Unobtainable (46 page)

As if a charge went off under our asses, we leapt from our seats and pulled Chelsea between us, kissing, hugging and falling all over each other.

~Dyson~

Lying in bed, I stared up at the ceiling, I couldn’t sleep. I was far too excited to think of anything other than being a parent. I was worrying myself into a frenzy with thoughts of screwing up and making my kid a mess.

Rolling on my side to face Harley, I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath. His beautiful long lashes lay on his cheek, his lips were slightly parted. He was having no problems in the sleep department and damn it, if it didn’t inspire new thoughts flooding my brain. I had no doubt Harley was going to be a great father, it was my own self-doubts.

I rose from our bed and tip-toed quietly to the room next to ours, I opened the door and looked in. The walls were painter’s grade beige, I tried to picture them a soft shade of pink or powder blue. I could imagine a crib on the far wall with a nursery rhyme mural over it, a change table on the opposite wall and a rocking chair by the window. I wanted a rocker for quiet moments, bonding with my child.

“Hey,” I heard Harley whisper behind me. “What are you doing awake?”

“Can’t sleep,” I smiled when Harley wrapped his strong arms around my waist, resting his chin at the juncture where my shoulder and neck met. “My brain won’t shut down. I keep worrying if I will be a good father.”

“Have you not heard the saying,
anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be a dad
? You’re going to be a great dad.”

I spun in Harley’s arms to face him and planted a gentle kiss on his soft lips. “You’re not worried, are you?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” He released me, walking over to the window and holding the drapes back, the moonlight spilling soothingly into the room. “I’m fucking petrified…I’m also thrilled. I can’t wait to start our family. We’re going to do this. We’ll probably fuck up somewhere along the road, but as long as we have each other…we’re going to do great.”

“We should go to the book store and get a few baby books, we need to pick a name.”

“Dyson, we have a few months to pick a name,” Harley assured me. “We should start the nursery though. How about painting it a soft grey with green and blue accents? None of this pink if it’s a girl and blue if it’s a boy shit. Oh, and how about one of those fancy rocker-glider-chair things by the window?”

“I’d say you’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” I hugged Harley from behind, kissing the back of his neck.

“Jamie,” Harley said, staring out at the back yard.

“I thought you said we have months to think of a name?”

“I know what I said,” Harley turned to me. “Jamie was the name of the EMT that helped you. Without her…anyway I just like the name.”

I smiled, pulling him to my chest and touching my lips to his ear. “Jamie it is, boy or girl.”

~Dyson~

Falling into bed, completely exhausted, I closed my eyes and let out a long soothing breath. The mattress dipped at my side and I smiled, keeping me eyes closed. I felt the touch of Harley’s hand on my thigh and I tipped my head away to give Harley access as his lips trail along my neck. His hot breath on my skin sent a tremor to my gut, his touch arousing my cock to life. It twitched just as his fingers marked my length and I let out a mollified sigh. Heaven, my man’s touch was pure heaven.

“Wanna fuck?” he whispered, into my ear.

“How romantic,” I chuckled.

“Not looking for romance, baby,” he professed. “I want to fuck you.”

“Mmm…” I moaned softly, because I knew he was in one of his dominant moods.

When the mood took him, Harley was going to get his own way, come hell or high water. He growled into my ear as he grounded his heavy erection against the side of my leg. I opened my eyes and gasped at the sight of a length of blue rope held tight in his fist. It had felt like forever since he had suggested restraining me. A thrill ran up my spine, my cock jumped with glee, it was doing more than the happy dance tonight, as I gave Harley a heartening smile. This was what I wanted, Harley unleashed. His brutal caveman lust taking me beyond my limits to a fanfuckingtastic climax…I was in.

“Don’t expect sweet kisses and a gentle touch tonight,” he rumbled, his voice raspy and deep. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, you’ll be begging me to stop…but I won’t. Gonna fuck you hard and deep, your ass is mine!”

My grin said it all, yeah cowboy, come and get it! Yeehaw!

He used the rope to tie my hands, leaving a long tail hanging, he never took it much farther than that, I don’t think either of us was ready just yet to step it up. Whether I was tied or not, Harley relished holding my hands over my head as he explored my mouth with his tongue. Today was no exception, as he hummed while he tasted me. He was especially sexy as hell when he was in a primal He-Man mood.

I shivered at the idea of Harley hungering to have me. It was always like the first time with him. He devoured me, eating me up like I was a three course meal, his final ounce of liquid before a desiccating desert storm.

“Yeah, I like you like this,” he whispered, as his eyes embraced my body lustfully. “Covered in goose bumps and trembling beneath me. Perfect.”

He had me propped on my knees, his hand pushing between my shoulder blades, forcing my face into the mattress before I knew which end was up. I loved how he maneuvered me to his will, manipulating my body to fit his mold.

My body trembled, my eyes closed tight as he forced the head of his cock into my tight hole. He growled like a wild beast as he strained past my muscled opening and pulled out again. He repeatedly entered and pulled out, like it was the most agonizing pleasure on earth, before pushing deep and setting a demanding pace.

Power-driving into me, his hands were clamped to my ass cheeks as he hissed through clenched teeth, he was driving into me like a man gone mad. Harley’s hand wrapped around my throat, he pulled my head back and slapped his palm hard against my ass, the sound echoing off the walls, as a sharp tingle raced down my spine to my tightly contracted balls.

“Again,” I begged for a repeat of my so called punishment, and he gleefully bequeathed me with another and another still.

This was it. I was going to shoot my load without so much as a touch to my stiff shaft. He stopped. I cried out my disgruntlement and Harley tossed me onto my back.

“You’ll tell me when you’re ready to cum,” he snarled, knowing my body so well that my impending orgasm could not be hidden. “But don’t do it, not until I’m good and ready to let you. You hear me?”

“Mmm…” I moaned.

“Use your words, yes or no?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” I panted.

His eyes were fixed to the junction were his cock was pounding into me, he was lost in me, in us, as he watched himself move in and out of my pulsing opening. His pace slowed, a naughty grin crossed his face and his head fell back as he let out a loud groan.

“Shh…” I had to remind him to be quiet.

“Sorry,” he whispered, his body dropping to my chest. “Your ass is so fucking tight, it feels so good when I’m inside you. I can’t help but get lost in the moment.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I said, watching his eyes narrow.

His large palm struck the outside of my thigh. The hot bite of pain was a delicious warning to behave. He was in charge and felt I needed reminding. I bit into my lower lip to stifle a laugh which I knew would only bring another quick sting to my flesh. I needed him to move, to stimulate me and take me over the edge. I reached my tied arms over my head and blew him a kiss, fisting the sheets as my way of asking for a reprieve. He winked with a smile, rocking his hips as his hand latched onto my seeping dick and he stroked me. I exhaled a gentle moan, he felt so good inside of me.

“I’m going to cum, Harley,” I whisper yelled, trying to suppress my voluble moans.

“Yeah, fuck yeah!” Harley called out, as a steady stream of hot jizz surged onto my chest and up the side of my face. “It’s always so fucking hot watching you cum. Want to watch me cum?”

I shook my head with a mischievous grin. “I want to suck you off, I want to taste you for the rest of the night.”

The man was like a lightning bolt when offered my mouth for his satisfaction. My cheeks were cushioned between his thighs as he happily straddled my shoulders, feeding the head of his cock into my mouth with an anguished groan. Harley swiftly untied my hands, meshing his fingers with mine, still holding them above my head while he fucked my mouth.

He was demanding with his pace but his strokes were gentle, he was holding back, I couldn’t have that. I tilted my head and took him all the way in until his swollen head touched the back of my throat and I sucked him further still. I forced a gag and Harley jumped, tremors racing along his thighs as they shook and his eyes lit up. That was what I wanted, to see Harley completely trashed, unable to hold back for another second. His orgasm was mine!

“Fuck yeah! I’m cumming, ahhh….”

Jets of hot musky essence filled my mouth. I swallowed everything he gave me and hummed my fulfillment. I lapped him up, licking the tip of his cock clean as he squeezed it in his fist, fuck I loved the pungent taste of him.

Harley’s body collapsed onto the bed, pulling me into his side and kissing my forehead.

“Amazing,” he said, heaving a sigh. “You are fucking amazing.”

“Not half bad yourself, lover,” I said, peppering kisses on his collarbone and stubble coated chin.  I cleaned us up with wipes I kept by the bed and then climbed back under the covers.

I had only closed my eyes for a few minutes welcoming a few hours of much needed rest, when the monitor on my bedside table came to life. The little squeak of a cry, with the promise of more to come, had me on my feet and slipping into my sweats.

“You come back to bed, I’ll go see to Jamie Lynn,” Harley bade, rising from the bed, reaching for his underwear, lying in a heap on the floor.

“No, I’ll get her. You need your sleep you have to work in the morning.”

Harley and I had agreed that one of us should be the stay at home dad while Jamie Lynn was still small. Seeing as I could more easily do my job from home via our computer or my laptop and the fax machine, I was voted daddy #1 and happily stayed home. It was nice being able to enjoy our baby and see every one of her
firsts
as she made them. I considered myself a very lucky man. I had the man of my dreams, a beautiful home and a daughter who made my days complete. There were restless nights, the beginning stages of teething and fevers that required many hours of rocking her by the window, but I wouldn’t have missed a moment for the world.

“Seriously, baby, I’m not tired.”

“Let me see what’s up with little miss and I will be right back,” I said, shoving Harley’s chest until he fell onto the bed laughing.

Little miss had dropped one hell of a bomb, the kind that made your eyes water. I cleaned her up, got her into a fresh diaper, a clean onesie and realized she was still fussy. She could probably use a little formula to get her through the night, I thought. I grabbed the ridiculous looking soother Jamie Lynn had claimed as her favorite and headed to our room. Harley thought it was adorable when he brought it home, the damn thing looked like a set of decaying hillbilly teeth. My poor baby looked depraved, I could have killed Harley and his outlandish sense of humor.

“Daddy, would you watch Jamie Lynn while I heat up a bottle?” I asked.

Harley held out his hands and flew her in the air like an airplane once he got a hold of her, making sounds like an engine in desperate need of a major tune-up.

“Don’t get her wound up, daddy, or I won’t be able to get her to settle,” I scolded.

“Okay, sorry,” Harley placed her in the center of the bed, resting his head on his hand as he nibbled on her tiny fingers. “Num, num, num, Imma eat you up.”

Harley was so in love with that little girl, as was I. It warmed my heart watching them together. He couldn’t get enough of her and spent as much time as he could spoiling her. He was the best father and a remarkable dad.

After warming a part bottle of formula under the running hot water tap for a few minutes, I tested its heat on my wrist before securing the nipple and grabbing a bottle of water for Harley. It was strange how a part of me was always taking care of him.

The room was quiet as I entered, Harley was sound asleep and Jamie Lynn was contentedly sucking on her ugly soother as her eyes fought to stay open. Carefully I climbed into bed, replacing the ugly soother with the bottle of formula, studying both of my favorite people in the world.

My life was the best kind of contented bliss.

If anyone had told me four years ago on the day that changed my life forever, when I fell out of that proverbial closet and broke a few hearts, that I would be married to Harley Cooper and lying in bed with our child between us the happiest I would ever be, I would have told them they were out of their minds. But here we were and you couldn’t slap the happy off my face.

Harley looked peacefully serene as he snored quietly. He had long dealt with the dreams, he had even stopped taking the sleeping pills and his nightmares were a rare occurrence. It had been many months since he woke up screaming, layered in sweat and shaking. He made me so proud of him dealing with the abuse and getting past the assaults with the help of Doctor K. We were still seeing her, the road would be a long one, but the future was clear now. It was wonderful to have a future.

Along with the emancipation from mommy dearest came a ten year, no chance for parole, sentence for Bruno De Palma. He was charged with a list of offences as long as my arm, including forcible confinement and rape. Harley had shocked the shit out of everyone the day he sprung it on me, that he had gone to the police and had Bruno formally charged, with the help of Doctor K. The fear was that if Harley did not do something, Bruno was going to slip through the system and get away with a slap on the wrist. His freedom would have forever been Harley’s nightmare.

Harley’s ex-mother was furious, she was breathing fire and brimstone, I don’t think her feet hit the ground as she stormed out of that courtroom on her expensive yellow stilettos and boarded a plane for Cuba. Rumor had it that she found hubby number five and took him for everything just a few months after the wedding.

Speaking of weddings, Chelsea and Jeremy’s nuptials went off without a hitch, little Skye made a beautiful flower girl all dressed in a white taffeta gown. After the ceremony Jake signed off his parental rights. Jeremy and Chelsea are now proceeding with the adoption. All three flew to England for their honeymoon and to meet Jeremy’s family. Chelsea sent me far too many photos.

Saturday we would be christening our little girl with family and friends all around us. Chelsea will be her godmother, like anyone else could fill that position, and Tag had happily agreed to be Jamie Lynn’s godfather. He adored Jamie Lynn, he had even started a worldly collection for her, but instead of dirt in tiny bottles, it was beach glass and stones and tiny pebbles in bottles. Tag even had Harley build her a case to store the bottles in, complete with her name elegantly carved in the wood.

Tag had started seeing Molly, she was Dyson’s nurse, and the one Tag took a
real
interest in. Of course I never saw it coming, it was a surprise to us all. Since Tag was a man of the world, flitting from continent to continent I never imagined him settling down, but shit happens and our Mr. Taggerty was fast falling in love. With any luck we would be hearing wedding bells ringing in his future. I have to say he was a new man, our Brice Taggerty. His next assignment was taking him to Paris, France in a week and he was taking Molly with him. Amazeballs!

Life certainly had and was taking a fast turn for the better, it had been one fucked up, fantastic four years.

“Thank you granddad,” I whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

Perhaps this had been my grandfather’s plan all along. If it weren’t, too bad because that’s exactly what I was going to keep telling myself. In the big picture of things all my grandfather had ever wanted was to see me happy…and because of him and that stupid Will, I laughed, I was truly the happiest man on earth…in the universe.

The End