“Really?” I said.
I was annoyed. Annoyed by the situation and, in that moment, by Dr. Milton.
“How can you say that without having run any tests?” I demanded. “I mean, um, is that just your best guess or a certain diagnosis?”
I backed off my initial anger, because it wasn’t Dr. Milton’s fault I was in this mess. I knew he was just trying to help.
“Oh, trust me, we will definitely have to run some tests just to make sure,” he answered, not seeming to be bothered by my testiness. I was sure he was used to all kinds of push back from patients. “But, I was actually afraid of this from the very beginning, due to where you have sustained injury. The tests will confirm it, but based on what you’re telling me and the results of the preliminary testing, due to the burns you suffered while in the helicopter, your sperm count is likely declining.”
“Don’t mince words with me, Doc,” I demanded, suddenly not caring about my tone. “Exactly what does that mean?”
“Well, it means that if you still have the capability of producing children, then, every passing day, the odds go down. The longer you wait, the odds are slim to none. It means if you would ever like to try, the time is now.”
There it was: the death sentence that no man ever wanted to hear. For various reasons, I wasn’t as concerned about the fact that I couldn’t make a baby right now, but not having the option to choose in the future was devastating. So was the fact that my dick was limp and it seemed that wasn’t going to improve, either.
“So, what about sexual performance?” I asked Dr. Milton. “I’ll be just as frank with you as you’re being with me, because I appreciate that. At this point, I can hardly see how I’m supposed to work on making a baby when I can’t even get it up. Or at least, I can’t keep it up.”
I wanted to tell him how it starts off good: I would think about someone sexy, or the thought of sex in general, and get hard. But then after a while, it all collapsed, literally as well as figuratively. But, as I struggled to find the right words, Dr. Milton cleared his throat to answer my question, and I realized he knew more about what I meant than I thought he did.
“Have you had sexual contact with a woman?” he asked. “Or are we just talking about one on one, on your own?”
“That one,” I answered, feeling rather embarrassed about how long it had been since I’d been with a woman. “The on my own thing.”
It wasn’t that I couldn’t get a woman. Since I was over six feet tall, with a full head of hair and a powerful presence, the women threw themselves at me. But I had been burned before— not just in the accident, but in relationship matters— and I was determined to stay away from women because it only ended up damaging me even more.
“Well, the good news is that it’s different with another person,” the doctor said. “We’re not really sure why. There have been inconclusive studies. But sexual arousal can often be sustained by another person, during intimate contact, even when it can’t be sustained by oneself. I would recommend you try that out and see what happens. Responsibly, of course.”
The only thing I was worried about being responsible with was my fucking heart. My body and spirit had been broken, and I wasn’t about to hand my heart over to a woman to have her way with. In the past, a relationship had come close to destroying me and I was determined not to let that happen again.
But, I thought, realizing my cock was getting a bit hard from just the thought of being with a woman again, a little fucking hanky panky never hurt anything.
I would just have to leave my heart out of it.
“Thanks for the advice, Doc.”
“When can you come in so that we can run further tests?”
I guess I would have to leave my peaceful palace and venture out into the world I’d tried so hard to leave behind. That happened every now and then, for a doctor’s appointment or some other urgent need. But I tried to have it not happen, because I liked staying here, away from everything out there.
Just as I was about to answer, I was startled by a sound that I had never heard in my home. It was a voice, someone singing. Although the voice belonged to a female, it didn’t sound familiar.
I knew that it wasn’t Eve because she knew to never come to this side of the house. I had only told her one time and she never forgot and left me unbothered.
Plus, she never sang. She knew better than to disturb me like that. In fact, most of the time, I didn’t even know that she had been in my house until I found one of her refrigerator notes. And I liked it that way. I had built an isolated cabin in the woods for a fucking reason.
“Hello? Darren, are you there?”
Dr. Milton was getting impatient. He wanted to know when I could come in for follow up questions, so he could get off the phone. I understood his position, since I so hated talking on the phone, or to anyone at all. But all I could think about was whoever was fucking singing in my house.
Who the fuck was in my house? And how did she get in?
“Yes, Doc,” I hurriedly said into the phone. “Let me think about it and get back to you.”
“Okay,” he said, sounding confused. “I really do mean that the sooner you address these problems, the better the likelihood is that…”
“Yes, Doc, I know,” I assured him. “My time is limited. I have to get in to see you right away. And I have to make a move on knocking someone up.”
“Is that possible?” he asked. “Are you in a committed relationship?”
Most definitely not, I thought, but, before I could answer, he rushed to continue.
“I mean, I don’t want to be nosy. It’s none of my business, personally. But, I’m asking because science and technology have many options available. There is surrogacy…”
“Doc, it’s fine,” I told him. “I appreciate your help. I’ll figure it out.”
If being intimate with a woman would help me keep my cock hard, and if having a baby was something I needed to do sooner rather than later, then impregnating someone the old fashioned way would be the best of both worlds. I could kill two birds with one stone that way.
I just had to find a willing participant. Someone who would want money to carry my baby, and who would want me enough to let me do it the old fashioned way.
That might be the hard part, because even though I was used to having a lot of women at my disposal, I wasn’t so sure they’d still want me when they got up close and saw my scars. I hadn’t tested that theory, and, for many reasons, I had purposefully stayed away from women after I got home from Afghanistan and my stay in the military hospital.
I guess it was time to see if I still had swagger, even with my scars.
I hung up the phone and grabbed a bat that I’d had tucked away in the closet. Then, I headed toward the sound of the singing.
Chapter 4 – Hope
There were so many rooms in the house, it was a wonder how anybody could ever find their way around. I got lost and couldn’t tell which part of the cabin I was in or if it was a part my mom had said not to go into.
Opening one of the doors, I stumbled across one of the biggest libraries that I had ever seen. There were books from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. I walked into the room and spun around, looking them all over.
“Wow!” I exclaimed loudly.
I was singing show tunes and being sure to alert Mr. King I was here, since I didn’t know which room he was in and I didn’t want to startle him. I had just started my whole repertoire of songs I listen to on my iPod while I clean. But now that I was in this room, I had no more need to sing “Light My Candle” from Rent.
I felt like I had walked into a dream. Reading was one of my favorite things to do and this room seemed to offer tons of options that could keep my imagination busy for centuries. I so wanted to grab a book and head to one of the cozy corners near the fireplace in the living room to read all day long, to my heart’s content, and forget all about working.
By the looks of it, though, no one had been in this room
for quite some time, not even to dust. I guess this was one of the rooms my mom had said not to enter. Oops. It was hard to keep these things straight. But it was clear she never came in to clean, or the place would have been spotless because she’s damn good at her job.
I ran my finger down along the spine of one of the books and it came back up with a thick layer of dust on it. I sneezed as some dust particles wafted up into my nose.
I looked up and saw a book with gold letters jutting out of the shelf. It was my favorite book: Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens.
I remembered the first time that I’d read Great Expectations. I couldn’t have been any more than eight years old. I remember snuggling into my father’s lap, surrounded by his strong arms and the smell of peppermint, his favorite candy. I could almost smell it as I stood there remembering his smooth, low voice lilting up and down as he read to me.
He loved that book. He read it with so much life, the words seemed to jump straight off the pages. I always had so many questions and I would interrupt at least three times per page. But he never got angry. He actually seemed amused and happy to answer my many questions.
Reading that book together had been one of my favorite traditions. Seeing it sticking out of the shelf right now made my heart ache. I missed him so much.
I had a copy of the book— the same one Dad had read to me from— in my memory box under my bed. But I made sure to take it out only during those times when I wanted to listen to my “sad songs playlist” on Spotify and have myself a good cry. Seeing it here in broad daylight, in someone else’s house, when I was least expecting it, sent a strong shiver down my spine. For some reason, I’d always thought if I started reading it without my dad, it would erase his memory from my brain.
But maybe this was a sign that reading it again could help me remember all the good memories. I might as well face some of my fears. Perhaps I had been sent to this house for a reason.
I grabbed a stepping stool a few feet away. As I was climbing up to get the book, the door burst wide open and an angry figure filled the doorway.
He was an angry good looking figure. Very good looking. I glanced up at his tall figure, which almost filled the ornately decorated door frame. He was tall, with dark hair and green eyes. I tried not to blush as I looked back down at the wood floors, away from his scorching gaze. Underneath the flaming anger, I could swear I saw something else.
Interest.
“Whoever you are, you need to leave! How did you get in here, anyway?”
Oh, shit.
I gulped hard and knew that this wasn’t going to be good. He might be interested in me, but it also seemed he was going to punish me.
Chapter 5 – Darren
I opened the door to my library carefully, peeking my head around the corner. I could still hear soft singing— more like humming— and I heard clumsy noise coming from that direction. Whoever it was, they weren’t really making much of an effort to hide themselves.
I guess they aren’t here to rob me. My bat began to go slack in my hands as I rounded the corner and swung open the library door.
There stood a red headed, curvy figure, with a face that portrayed innocence mixed with naughtiness. She still had youthful excitement in her gaze, and couldn’t be much older than a teenager. Her sharp green eyes looked similar to mine— something very rare. And she had a cute nose covered with freckles, which gave her the appearance of a doe in headlights. The way that she was batting her eyes at me, however, let me know that she was anything but a helpless damsel in distress.
Lord have mercy, I thought to myself. She’s a feisty one, for sure.
She was beautiful. But, I could tell that she was afraid because she stood completely still, her gaze bouncing between me and the bat that I held, which rested on the floor. At least, I hoped that that was what had her frozen in fear. But, it was probably my hideous appearance, too. I knew that my ugliness resulting from my injuries could shock anyone able to get as close to me as she had.
As stunningly gorgeous as she was, I felt intruded upon and it didn’t make it much better that my intruder was cute as hell. I had gone through great lengths to keep myself away from people and yet here she stood, completely uninvited.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Hey there.” She raised her eyebrows at me, as if telling me to chill out. Fuck. Why did she have to be so damn cute and sassy? “I’m Hope, Eve’s daughter. She asked me to come fill in for her today because she’s sick.”
“Fine. But, that doesn’t give you the right to come snooping around my house. I’m surprised Eve didn’t tell you, because she’s a great employee. But I have very particular rules for where anyone— including the help —is allowed to roam.”
I could tell that my words were coming out harsher than I had meant for them to because she took a couple of steps back. I hadn’t meant to use the phrase “the help.” I just hadn’t known what else to refer to her as.
“Sorry,” she finally mumbled after a few seconds had passed. “And, my mom did tell me. I just, um, got confused and wasn’t sure which room was which. This library is gorgeous. I was just going to borrow a copy of one of your books, if you don’t mind…”
“I mind,” I told her.
I tried to soften my tone. I couldn’t help but look her over and continue to notice how sexy she was. She was young and had curves in just the right places. And I was especially fond of redheads. The way that her short, curly hair fell messily over her face only added to her unique appeal.
“Well, get on with cleaning and get out,” I said, stalking out of the library.
I didn’t say it just because I was upset at her for intruding. I could feel the beginning of an erection coming on and I knew that if I didn’t leave soon, she was going to get an eyeful of my hardness.
She was going to know that she had a powerful effect on me. An effect so strong I wanted to place her hands on the bookshelves while she was standing on that stepping stool. I would be in the perfect position to grab her ass from behind and stick my hard cock into her pussy. I bet once it was in her warm, tight slipperiness, that it would stay hard until it shot its cum inside her. In the meantime, I’d be busy pulling those red curls of hers and spanking that round, bouncy ass as I fucked her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I had only just met her, and I was already smitten. Eve had mentioned having children, but I didn’t know one of them was a grown adult, and sexy as fuck to boot. I couldn’t believe the only good employee I’d managed to find after my accident was holding out on me like this.
She probably knew I’d want to defile her innocent looking daughter. I’d want to walk around in the woods behind my house with her legs wrapped around me, both of us naked but kept warm by our body heat as my cock thrust in and out of her every time my leg lifted her up and down while I trudged through the forest.
After that, I’d carry her inside and lay her down in front of the fireplace, on my big bear rug. I’d spread her legs and eat her pussy until she was so hot and sweaty she was begging me to stop, because I’d licked and sucked on her clit until she had cum in my mouth so much her nerve endings were fried. It would be her turn, then, to take my cock in her mouth and suck it until she was choking on it, until I was emptying myself down into her throat and she was swallowing it up and begging me for more.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Despite being angry at her for violating my boundaries, I found myself smiling as I walked down the hall back to my study. Snap out of it, I told myself. There’s no way that I could ever get a girl like that to see me as anything more than a monster.
But that didn’t stop me from taking my cock out and thinking about her while I stroked it. For the first time in a very long time, I was able to cum.
This was good news for my cock, but, as I hurried to clean up my mess lest the little singer decide to wander into yet another room and find me literally with my pants down, my dick in hand, having just had a great orgasm while jerking o
ff to the thought of her, it was bad news for my heart. She had already captured it, just by walking into my house and my life for the first time ever.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Chapter 6 – Hope
My heart was beating so fast. I was so scared. I didn’t know if Mr. King was going to yell at me, or, worse, fire my mom because I was in the library, a part of the house that apparently was very off limits. I couldn’t find my voice. I opened my mouth several times, trying to explain myself, but nothing intelligent seemed to come out.
As soon as he walked out of the library, I ran. I couldn’t quite remember what direction I’d come in, but I ran nonetheless. Because the cabin was so big, I had to run quite far until I came to anything recognizable.
Finally, I arrived in a part of the house that looked familiar. I glanced over and saw the kitchen where I’d placed the food that my mother had prepared and made a beeline for the front door. I was scared and embarrassed. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
I jumped into my car, started the engine, and sped out of the driveway, almost hitting the gate on my way out. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my chest was starting to tighten. I tried to breathe, but couldn’t seem to get enough air. I didn’t know how I was going to explain this to my mother.
When I got home, I found my mother sitting at the kitchen table with opened mail scattered around her. She had tears in her eyes and her head hung low.
“Mom? What’s going on? Are you okay?”
My mother almost never cried. She always portrayed a strong, confident woman who was proud of being capable of taking care of her family. Something must be really wrong. My heart started to beat fast again, for the second time in less than an hour.
“No,” answered my mother, sounding defeated. “I’m just drowning in bills and I have no idea how I am going to pay them.”
She collapsed into a coughing fit, struggling to catch her breath.
When she finally stopped, she was able to wheeze out, “I wasn’t wanting to tell you, but it’s getting to the point where I just can’t keep up. You need to know because it could affect our living situation. If they were to evict us…”
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