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by Brooks, Sarah J.


  “I think the warmer ones then.” I laughed. “You know I still have nightmares about that snowy night on the mountain when I was freezing. But every single one of them results in you wrapping your arms around me and everything turning out just fine.”

  “That’s because you know that I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you.”

  “I do know that,” I said as he started to grab my butt while we kissed. “We need to finish finalizing this packing list, though. You know we are meeting Jeff and Emma for dinner tonight.”

  “Tell me again why they aren’t just coming over here?”

  “Because your brother is going through a rough divorce, and I want him to meet Emma, and I don’t want it to be weird.”

  “He’s not that great of a catch. I’m not sure why you are trying to hook Emma and him up,” Caleb snickered. “He’s really boring.”

  Caleb knew that wasn’t true at all. Jeff was a very interesting guy who had been loyal to the end with his wife, even after she ran off with another man. Jeff didn’t talk bad about his ex at all. I saw something in him that I thought Emma would really like. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt if Caleb’s brother and my best friend started hanging out with each other. In fact, I liked the idea a lot.

  “Let’s get back to our packing, mister. We can talk about this later,” I said.

  “I have something I need to show you; come with me.” Caleb held his hand out for me to follow him back to the bedroom.

  Living at Caleb’s condo was one of the best decisions I’d made. We were spending so much time traveling back and forth between our places, and my apartment was nothing compared to his place. As I held onto his hand and followed him down the hall, I just hoped he wasn’t going to get us so distracted that we were late for our dinner with Emma and Jeff.

  “You’ll need to get on the bed,” Caleb said with a boyish grin.

  “Nope, we have dinner to get to,” I protested.

  It was of no use, though. I saw that look in Caleb’s eye, and I knew I was powerless to refuse him. The way he looked at me it was like I was some sort of prize that he had longed to win. His desire was always so apparent that my own desire bubbled up just being close to him when he was like this.

  “I think you’ll have time for this,” Caleb said and playfully pushed me onto the bed.

  He didn’t waste any time and was quickly pulling my pants down as well as my panties. His eyes looked at me hungrily, and I smiled back at him. He always made me feel so loved. Even on the rare occasions where we had fought, Caleb loved me and made it known. I was lucky to have him in my life. So lucky that we had found each other.

  “I love you,” I said as he started to kiss my inner thigh.

  “I think I knew that,” he said playfully. “I love the taste of you. I love your smile. I love how you love me,” he said before diving into me full force.

  His tongue had learned the intricacies of my body. He quickly moved to just the right spot where I started to moan and buck against him. We worked so well together in the bedroom. Our sexual chemistry had continued strong since the first time we made love.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he continued to work my body.

  Every move Caleb made was precisely figured out over our years together. He knew what I liked. He knew what my body craved. Even a quickie before dinner started out with amazing oral sex; that was just one reason I knew that Caleb loved me. He wasn’t just going to bend me over and have at it; even in a quickie, he wanted to make sure I was enjoying myself.

  I did the same for him. On more than one occasion I’d cornered him when he got home from work and fell to my knees to pleasure him. There was something so simple about being there to please your significant other. No need for him to please me, only the need for him to feel enjoyment.

  On this particular evening, I wasn’t interested in a lot of buildup and playing. I wanted him inside me. I needed to feel that passion we had for one another. And if we were going to make it to dinner on time, I was definitely going to have to take control of the situation.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned out loudly.

  “What?”

  “I want you to take me hard.” It wasn’t something that I’d said verbally before, and I could tell it was turning him on. He growled at me as he pulled his mouth away from my body and kneeled between my legs.

  “Don’t tease me.”

  “I’m not teasing. I want you. I want you hard and deep inside me.”

  He shook his head, and I couldn’t wait for him a moment longer. I grabbed his body and pulled him on top of me. I guided his erection into me and wrapped my legs around him to show him that I was serious about my request. I needed him inside me.

  It only took a moment of me thrusting hard against him before he was moving deep inside of me. His body was still so large that I clamped down on him to slow his pace a little. I was getting excited about this whole thing, though, and I felt my body soaking with wetness the more he moved inside of me.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Harder, harder.”

  He took my direction as if they were a demand, and he thrust hard into me. His body went so deep that I yelped out in pleasure, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. The full feeling of pleasure was overwhelming me, and I quickly felt my body succumbing to the pleasure that he was giving me.

  “This is so hot,” he groaned as he moved on top of me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby,” I said as he kissed me softly.

  The thing about Caleb was that he wasn’t a rough sex sort of guy. Even though he was clearly turned on by my request, he enjoyed spending the whole night making love. He liked the long teasing process, and so did I, normally.

  Soon I felt his chest muscles tightening up as his thrusts got longer and deeper. It was a good thing too because my body couldn’t take much more, and I felt my explosion just under the surface getting ready to release at any moment.

  When Caleb slipped his thumb down and started to play with my clit, that was all it took to send me completely over the edge. I quickly started coming so hard that I dug my nails into his back, and he screamed out in pain. The pain didn’t make him stop moving, though, and he soon finished off with one last mighty thrust of his own.

  Quickies were more fun than I had ever thought they would be. As much as I wanted to lay there and take a nap, I jumped up and into the shower before I could give in to the tiredness. I thought Caleb would join me, but he was still recovering in the bed even after I’d finished and started to get dressed.

  “Let’s go, sleepy head,” I teased.

  “Really? We are still going to meet them after that?”

  “Oh, yeah, let’s go. We are going to be hiking for six months, the very least we can do is meet up with our closest people before we go.”

  “I can already tell you are going to be a slave driver on this trip.”

  “Yep, we have a lot of miles to cover, and I know how lazy you can be,” I teased.

  If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that Caleb was not lazy at all. He was one of the hardest working people I knew. It was our little inside joke. His business was often taking up to one hundred hours of his week, but he still found time to make sure I felt loved and attended to. He was the perfect man for me. Not only in that I always felt safe but also because he and I had this connection that I would never share with anyone else. He had saved my life, and I always remembered that.

  “I’m really glad you talked me into this trip, Jordan,” he said as he reluctantly climbed out of bed and started to get dressed for dinner. “I’m excited to spend a few months off the grid with you.”

  “It’s going to be a trip of a lifetime,” I said. “You know I’m starting to think that you and I are really amazing at making every trip memorable, but let’s try to make sure this one doesn’t involve any near-death experiences.”

  “I’ll do my best, but I promise if there are any near-death events, that I’ll save you.”

/>   “You’re so damn romantic.” I laughed.

  “You know I still think about that week in the cabin when we first met, and I know some crazy stuff went down, but you know what I remember most?” he asked but then didn’t wait for me to reply. “You and I in bed that night. I remember loving you. That’s what I remember most about that week.”

  “Me too, Caleb, me too. I love you.”

  “I love you too, now let’s get going to this dinner,” he said playfully. “Stop distracting me with all your sexiness.”

  As he grabbed me and pulled me in close to him, I couldn’t help smiling at how much I loved this man. No matter what was ahead of us, and this long hike, I knew that he was the only man I would have ever done such a trip with. We were meant for each other, and although life had made our road pretty bumpy in the beginning, I was positive any future bumps could be handled as long as we had each other.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  Dash

  I gripped the wheel so hard my knuckles ached. My hands were dripping with perspiration, but I wasn’t about to ease up on my grasp. Our lives depended on my quick thinking. I wasn’t a race car driver, in fact, I wasn’t much of a driver at all. I’d always left that job up to someone else and had too many drivers in my lifetime, which bred an innate disinterest in the mundane task.

  I wasn’t into driving, or video games or anything else that took quick thinking and skill and that’s why it happened. I was a nerd, a scientist, and to some, a life saver. My cancer inhibitor XM, which was an X chromosome manipulator, had just been FDA approved and whispers of a Nobel Prize peppered the conversations around me.

  I knew there were competitors trying to beat me to a viable cure for cancer, but in my mind, it wasn’t a race against one another, it was a race against the disease. My finding a possible cure, which had shown tremendous success in some cancers, wasn’t as well received as I’d hoped it’d be by some; namely my former childhood friend and now nemesis Mark Laviathon.

  He was my greatest competition in the research game, but we’d grown up just blocks from each other. Our parents played competitive Mahjong together and I thought he was down to earth, unlike most of our neighbors in the exclusive gated community. He and I built a tree fort club and fought bad guys, we dreamed of big breasted girls and being famous nerdy guys. Now we were at each other’s throats.

  His company had just created a drug that was one of the world’s best pain relievers, but he was having a hard time getting FDA approval because of the heavy narcotics in the drug. It was a better pain reliever than any drug on the market, however, there were spooky side effects which drew numerous complaints. People voiced their grievances after using the drug saying they had powerful, realistic hallucinations that were either intensely scary or eerily euphoric, making use of the drug unpredictable. Also, if it was manufactured correctly, the drug was very costly.

  There were suspicions Mark had taken this drug to the streets. He was rumored to be at the root of the Halo epidemic, which was thought to be a street derivative of his painkiller. Growing speculation supposed Mark was working with the Minneapolis drug cartel to manufacture Halo at half the cost of the legitimate pharmaceutical without waiting for final testing. The same rumors that indicted Mark also claimed there was a price on my head. My company, Rainseed was also working on an over-the-counter remedy that would help those addicted to Halo get off the drug.

  Halo tricked the brain into not feeling pain and often made the brain see and feel things that weren’t there. The danger in tricking the brain to completely obliterate any sensation of pain was it could cause people to act without any caution. Pain was the body’s own alert system, with that disabled, people could possibly injure themselves, or die because of not knowing about or not caring about the pain.

  The street version of the drug made you feel invincible. People were known to jump off buildings and cut off their own limbs when high on the drug, thinking they were impervious to consequences and believing the visions plaguing them were real.

  The strange hallucinations made people think they were able to talk to the dead, see heaven, and walk through fire. Halo, in its pharmaceutical version, was only administered under a doctor’s supervision. I’d known about the drug when we were working on our cancer blocker and decided to try and iron out the kinks with our own brand of pain reliever which didn’t have the scary side effects. What we found was a stabilizer that could dull pain, but not block it out entirely and our drug could be used to wean addicts off Halo. We were able to get FDA approval relatively quickly and it was sold over-the-counter. Many treatment centers were using it as an effective step-down drug for Halo users.

  Because of this, investigators believed there could have been a street vendetta against me and my company, propagated by the drug cartel. None of the rumors were substantiated, but we did travel with security and there had been more than one incident where the coincidences were questionable.

  Mark wanted me out of the game. Rainseed had been my passion since college and I gave everything to the company. Killing me would kill my work. It seemed like Mark was fixated on this equation. I could read his tells a block away. He wasn’t someone I cared to keep on the streets; he was dangerous, so I told investigators all I knew about him and the work he was doing.

  I was working against him, behind his back. He’d veered too far off course and a few years in prison, I hoped, would get his head back in the right place. Law enforcement and the FBI were close to nailing him on trafficking Halo the night everything went wrong, and my world disintegrated.

  My mind was a chaotic mess. Here I was saving lives and doing good for our fellow man, and yet as I looked in the rear-view mirror the black sedan was bearing down on my wife and me. This wasn’t about science. The car’s merciless pursuit at breakneck speed was about death, obliteration, and money. Kill me, and Mark becomes the hero. It was a win/win for him. Kill me, his only real competition, back away from Halo taking a behind the scenes stake in the enterprise, buy my company, and go to the bank. The only obstacle to that perfect plan was my life, which someone was trying, and very well I might add, to end.

  I looked over to Michelle, my gorgeous wife, just as the sun streaming in from the window shone through her hair. I thought myself the luckiest man in the world, being married to her. She was a woman I’d coveted in college. She was a popular, left-wing, liberal-minded activist who’d just published her first novel. I liked challenging women, people who were smart, strong, and unswayed by riches and fame. Michelle was that girl in every way. She’d just finished her second novel and was climbing the best seller’s list when the car chase stole everything.

  I could see the fear in her eyes, but she remained calm and steady as she quietly spoke with the 911 operator, “Yes, they are right behind us, two men, both are wearing face masks and one has a gun…”

  “Get down, Shelly!” I screamed as I saw a second car flank us on the right, the driver opening his window with his gun poised at Michelle’s head.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  This was it, I was going to have to just grit my teeth and test my skill. The driver had his gun aimed at us and as hard as Michelle tried to tuck herself away, still on the phone with the police, there was no way she’d avoid getting hit if he fired. He would end her life with mine. Miraculously, at that very moment, I saw a break in the traffic. To most, I was going to be the asshole that cut them off on Highway 169 and caused the accident that totaled their car, six cars in fact, but to me, it was the lifesav
ing chance we needed to survive.

  I pressed my foot to the floor and gunned it into the adjacent lane, the guy on the right couldn’t possibly follow me without crashing, but the dumb ass tried anyway and crashed into the cars around him. He wasn’t our problem anymore but we weren’t in the clear as the original car, the one I first noticed trailing me, had avoided the crash and was still a few cars back. As I weaved in and out of traffic, Michelle got confirmation from the authorities they were above us in a chopper and had two squad cars on the ground.

  For one moment, for one stupid moment, I let my heart beat again. I felt as if we were safe, like we were going to actually beat them. I was dreaming of a cold McClellan on the rocks and seared salmon with tarragon. I was going to make love to my wife all night long. We’d been wanting to try for a third child and I aimed to try till I passed out. I was daydreaming about keeping her naked for days, forbidding her to dress that gorgeous body as we went for round after round of exotic baby-making sex. We’d been into Kamasutra lately, and seriously, I was planning on bending over backward and seeding her from every direction.

  I only allowed myself one indulgent moment, one tiny hiccup relieving the stomach-churning fear and brain-battering stress the last twenty minutes of being pursued by a killer had wrecked on my body. I could hear the sirens, we were almost home free.

  Michelle let out a sigh, “Oh, thank god,” she told the kind 911 operator on the phone.

  Even though the car was still in hot pursuit behind me, all I had to do was get to safety and let the police do their work. Traffic was clogging up again and while we could hear our rescuers behind us, we weren’t free. I took a risk and floored it around a silver Honda Civic with a bumper sticker that said, ‘If you can read this, you’re too close.’ I thought that was ironic. I didn’t see the cement barricades tapering into our lane into the next and blocking off the road construction that was causing all the traffic. I wasn’t thinking traffic safety, I wasn’t seeing neon orange vests or yellow helmets, I was just thinking, get the fuck out of my way, they’ve got guns!

 

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