Vampires and Sexy Romance (85 page)

Chapter 18

All day long I couldn’t get it out of my mind.  Gus had gotten an erection while I was massaging him.  I helped a high school soccer player with his now mended broken foot.  I’d hear Nicole say it “was the biggest stiffy” she’d seen a while.  I ate lunch and wondered exactly how big was big to Nicole.  I helped an arthritic golfer with his shoulder problem and suddenly wondered whether Gus had sprung his woody for me, or just because of the massage?

It was driving me crazy.

I suddenly decided as I was walking home that I would stop by Gus’ store.   Hopefully he wouldn’t be there. 

*****

I slowed the pace of my walking as I closed in on Gus’ shop.   I snuck to the window and peered covertly in through the glass.  Didn’t see Gus anywhere.  Just his muscular sister, yet again dressed in a tight tank top.

I walked in, the bell over the door clanging ominously as Gina turned around, her face as impassive and unfriendly as ever.  And then suddenly she got this surprised look on her face. 

“Hi,”  I said as I moved in on her.  “Do you remember me?  I had the spider plant and the African violet a couple weeks back.”

Gina nodded her head.  “I remember.  And I’m so sorry I was gruff with you.”

“Huh?”  This was a change.

“I didn’t know you were Gus’ physical therapist.  I feel like a total ass.  Please tell me you forgive me.”

I stood there stunned by Gina’s apology.  It wasn’t like I was freaking Mother Theresa or something, helping out the lepers in Calcutta. 

“No problem.  You were just looking out for you brother.”

“He’s my little brother,”  She said.  I thought, quite literally.  “I’m always worried about him.  But that’s no excuse for being mean to the saint that’s healing his injured hip and back.”

Again with the Mother Theresa thing.  “He had a wrenched lower back and a pulled buttock muscle.  Any of my associates could’ve helped him just as well.”

“You’re just being modest.”  Her smile was warm and off putting.  Like a giant suddenly apologizing for stepping on a cottage in a fairy tale.

Suddenly I was seized by the question I’d come in to ask.  “So Gus, he’s not gay is he?”

Gina’s eyes got wide and she snapped her head back in stunned disbelief.

After a few moments of silence I went on.  “I just mean I was sure he was gay, and then today, well ... I’m just confused, and I was hoping you could help me ... understand?”

I could see the gears grinding in Gina’s skull.  I could tell she was fighting back the urge to slug me, or just to tell me off.  I guess being a saint helps out when you’re looking for classified information.

“Ah, no.  Gus isn’t gay.”  Gina sat down on a stool and wrung her hands with anxiety.  “Sometimes I wish he was.  He’s always getting asked out by the hottest guys I’ve seen.”  She looked up at me imploringly.  “These are nice guys, all of them have looks and great jobs.  Gus on the other hand has always ended up with the worst kind of women.”

Gina shook her head and leaned her beefy arm on a counter.  I moved closer and waited for her to go on.

“Horrible women with no jobs, that drink and cheat on him, who always break his heart.”  She pounded her meaty fist against the Formica counter.  “I always just wanna clobber these hoes.   But Gus won’t have it.”

Abruptly Gina looked up at me with a big trusting smile on her face, her eyes ringed with red and welling with tears.  “He hasn’t gone out with anyone in a couple years.  But then he started talking about you.”

“Me?”  I suddenly started to feel really hot all over. 

“He’s always saying how nice and pretty you are ... and smart and all that crap.”  She shoots me this look.  “He’s got it bad for you.”

“Oh,”  I said, thinking OH MY GOD!

Suddenly Gina was shaking her head and looked nervous.  “You can’t tell Gus I told you... he’d freaking kill me.”

“Believe me,”  I said, reeling inside.  “My lips are sealed.”

*****

I called Bess’ number the moment I left Gina at Gus’ store.  Got her voice mail and left a message to call me right away.  But I called again before I even made it to the end of the block.  Another message left on voice mail.  I called three more times and was about to scream to the heavens -- because my mind was in overdrive and my flesh was sizzling on my bones -- when my phone finally rang.

“What’s going on?  I kept on getting voice mail alerts and you sounded crazed.”

“I’m crazed alright.  I’m goddamn freaking out!”

“You’re pregnant?”

I stopped and looked at the cell phone in disbelief.  “No!”

“First gray hair?”

“It’s Gus!”

Silence on the other end of the phone.  “That’s one of your plants, right?”

“No, it’s the gay guy who saved them all those times.  Owns the botanical shop down the street.  Well not only isn’t he gay but I’ve found out he’s into me.”

“You turned him straight?”

“No ... his sister says he’s always been straight.”

“But how do you know he’s interested in you, you know, that way?”

“I was giving him a massage and he ...”  I dropped my voice a few decibels and cupped my hand over the receiver.  “He got an erection.”

“Why the hell were you massaging him ... and how big was it?”

“You never listen to a thing I ever say unless it involves an orgasm, do you?”

“In my defense you do have a really dull life, except for lately.  Now answer the question!”

I sighed.  “He’s a patient at physical therapy, and our massage therapist was off.”

“What part of him were you rubbing?”

“Ah, that doesn’t matter!”

“Bullshit!  Of course it matters.  If it didn’t you’d have told me already.”

“He has an injured lower back ...”

“Oh my god!  You were groping his ass!”

“No I wasn’t!”  The desperate edge in my voice sounded pathetic.  “I was massaging a pulled muscle.”

“I bet he has a great ass.  I gotta see this guy.”

“You
gotta
do nothing!”  I said, yet my mind was stuck on replaying massaging his butt.  How soft and firm and beautiful his back side was.

I suddenly realized I was in the elevator to my apartment, the doors swinging open on my floor.

“Well, men get erections from that shit all the time.”   Bess said.  “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“But his sister told me he was in to me.”

“Well, that’s a pretty good source.”

“Yeah, I know.”  I gestured with my hands, I was so aggravated and confused ... and I was sweating like I’d run a marathon.  I fumbled the key in the lock, but finally got into my apartment.

“I gotta call you back.”  I hung up on Bess, stripped off my clothes as I speed walked through my apartment, the bedroom, then into the bath.  There I stood under a cold shower until I was just about to drown.

*****

The phone was ringing and someone was at the door when I emerged from the shower, my teeth chattering and my skin pruny.  I picked up the phone off the floor -- where I’d dropped it -- on my way into the bedroom.  It was Bess.

“Are you at my door too”  I croaked.

“Across town, cupcake.  Hey, maybe it’s the flower man come to ravish you.”

I stopped in my tracks about two feet away from the door.  “Great!”  I hissed into the phone.  “Now I can’t answer the door ... thanks!”

“Don’t be a baby ... just peek out the hole.”

I rolled my eyes.  “My door doesn’t have a peep hole.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?  Every door in New York has a freaking peep hole in it!”

“Not mine.”

The knocking stopped and I crept to the door, laying my ear against it.

“I can hear you breathing.”  It was Dean.

I unlocked the door and threw it open.  Dean stood there looking gorgeous and in love.  “I gotta go.” I told Bess as I hung up on her.  Seeing Dean was exactly what I needed.  And As I threw my arms around him and we kissed, and I felt his strong muscular body against mine, I decided that he was exactly what I needed to get goddamn Gus out of my mind.

I pulled him into the apartment, pulling open my robe.  His hands glided down my ribs and held onto my hips.

“You’re freezing.” 

I kissed him hard and groped his crotch, feeling him turn steely beneath my touch.  “Warm me up then.”

He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up, walking with me effortlessly suspended in mid-air to the bedroom.  Moments later my robe was puddled on the floor, his clothes were strewn across the bed, a chair, the floor ... and his tie was hanging off the ceiling fan.

I opened up to him, both physically and mentally.  I wanted to be filled and infused by him; I wanted his essence, his body and spirit to drive all thoughts of Gus from me.

He barely had the condom rolled onto his hard cock before my legs wrapped about his hips and cinched him to me.  He groaned and hissed his pleasure as I pulled him into me.   I bit his earlobe and dug my nails into his perfect flesh.

Dean threw himself into me recklessly, quickly moving from slow churning to pounding me heedlessly into my six hundred count cotton sheets. 

Yes! I thought as he took my nipple into his mouth, his hands pulling at my ass, his cock assailing my sex, bruising my swollen clitoris.

I lost all track of time, might’ve even lost consciousness at some point.  All I knew was that when I awoke it was dark in my bedroom.  I reached out and found Dean lying beside me on the bed.  I snuggle into him, enjoying the soft flesh and hard muscles of his naked body.  I felt his cock hard and teasing against my thigh.

Heedlessly I climbed atop him and took his cock into me, slowly skewering myself on his member.  I felt his hands grip my hips as he jacked his hips up into me, running me through.  I felt the room heat up around me.  Felt myself dissolving against him.  And then he leaned up and kissed me, deep and hard and sweet. Our tongues rubbing--he tasted like candy.  And then he pulled away, his lips smiling at me as his hard member thundered and battered at my sex.

But it wasn’t Dean’s handsome face ... It was Gus.

I shot up in bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I gasped for breath, my head filled to bursting with excitement and guilt.  Dean lay asleep beside me, sweet and beautiful ... and trusting. 

I felt like the biggest shit in the cosmos.  Here I had the perfect guy in my life, lying in my goddamn bed, and he trusted me too.  Trusted me not to dream about other men ... and I’d already broken that trust.

I got out of bed and found my robe on the floor.  I padded into the living room and found my phone.  There were three missed calls, yet only one message.  All from Bess.  It was midnight ... I was sure she’d be awake.  I speed-dialed her and waited as it rang through once, twice, then Bess’ groggy voice answered.

“Hello?”

“I’m a rotten person.”

“All my friends are rotten people ... who is this?”

“It’s me, Lucy.”

“Oh, you came up for air long enough to wake me up.  You two really get into it when your humping, don’cha?”

“I dreamt about Gus...again.”  My voice was raw and rasping.  “Dean’s beside me in bed and I dream that Gus is making love to me.”

There’s silence, then “That’s rough, cupcake ... So, was he any good?”

My head dropped into my hands and I groaned.  “Yeah,”  I said, feeling even shittier with each word.  “He was amazing.”

“You’re allowed to dream, cupcake.  That’s not cheating.”

“You sure?”

“Trust me.  I’m sure.”

I pulled my robe tight around my neck, feeling suddenly cold.  “So what do I do?”

“Get back in bed with your honey and fuck his brains out until you can’t even remember Gus’ name.”

“Thank you Dr Phil.”

“Fuck that fuck-wit!  He knows shit about the human condition.”

“Night, Bess.”  I clicked off and sat there for a few moments.  I decided when my skin started to burn and my mind started reliving my latest Gus dream that maybe Bess’ advice was worth a try.

I crept into the bedroom and disrobed, crawling into bed and onto Dean.  I looked really close, making certain that was Dean.  I felt his cock hard and waiting for me with my hand.  I pulled a condom out of the drawer and rolled it onto him.  He was deeply asleep, not stirring until I had lowered myself down onto him and was rocking away, trying to find a rhythm.

I realized I was having déjà vu; the position was exactly the same as my dream.  I felt my insides tighten as I half expected Dean to lean and suddenly be Gus.  But dean pulled me down and onto my back, his wondrous body smooth and warm on mine.

Wordlessly he fucked me, slow and easy as if we had all night.  As I melted into him I wondered if I was in love with him.  It was easy to imagine when he was making love to me.  It was the rest of the time that brought doubt.