“Sir, it was a pleasure to meet you and I look forward to seeing you again,” Charlie said and shook hands with me.
“Likewise,” I said. Charlie said his good-byes to Elizabeth and Jack, and it was obvious they had formed a great little ‘family’. My heart ached, more than just a little, but it was also wonderful to see Phoebe and Elizabeth so happy.
Charlie wove his fingers through Phoebe’s and the two left with Phoebe’s head resting on Charlie’s shoulder. I marveled at the love those two seemed to share. As much as I was unhappy with my daughter’s ‘condition’, I was impressed with her maturity, and the man who doted on her.
“Jack, may I have a minute with Greg, please?” Elizabeth said. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention.
“Of course. I’ll go see if Anand has arrived yet.” He kissed her temple and turned to me. “Greg, good to see you.” He extended a hand to me, which I took. He shook my hand, although not as painfully this time. I guess I’d shown myself to be no threat to his girl. If he only knew.
“So,” she said, pulling a chair out for me to sit as she took one for herself. “Are you okay?”
“Couldn’t be better,” I replied, which was almost the truth. I could be better if I could figure out how I was going to make Tanner and I work back in Napa.
“So, who was your friend?” she asked. Her eyes watching me closely.
“Like I said, a client.”
“Really? Do you always kiss your clients? It’s not a practice I was familiar with.”
Shit! Fuck-shit! Shit-fuck! Fuck-it-again!
“I’m sorry. I followed you to the Men’s Room because I was worried. Color suddenly drained from your face and you got very quiet during dinner. I wanted to make sure you were really okay with Phoebe, and maybe me. I overheard. And… but—” She looked nervous and uncomfortable. I felt like a bug for putting her through this. Even worse for not being able to talk to her at this moment. My head was a complete disaster space. “We need to talk,” she continued. “Meet me tomorrow for breakfast? I can come to your hotel. Just the two of us. No judgment. Just the facts. And honesty.”
“Elizabeth, I’m sorry. Of course, God, I have no idea where to start.”
“We’ll do this tomorrow. Jack is waiting. One quick question though. Were you…” she took a breath, then started again, more quietly—almost meekly. “Were you with men while we were married?”
“No!” I said solidly. “Not at all. I swear. Three weeks ago I—” I started to panic. Was she thinking I’d been sleeping with men our entire marriage now?
“Okay, okay,” she’d said all ‘mommy-like’, as if I were one of our kids. “It’s fine, I just…Tomorrow. Is nine-thirty good?”
I nodded, my mouth really dry and my head jumping all over the place. How was I going to have this talk with Elizabeth? Sure, I’d talked to Aaron about it—but I was drunk out of my mind. I couldn’t do that at nine-thirty in the morning.
Elizabeth smiled sweetly and kissed me on the cheek. It was the warmest she had been to me in months. Maybe even years. A distance I caused.
After Elizabeth left, I took a few minutes for another drink at the bar.
How? In? The? Hell?
I could be thankful that I was caught. Now I wouldn’t have to find ‘the right time’ to broach the subject. Even though I wanted to deny that I was gay, and that I was just ‘experimenting’… in my heart of hearts, I knew what I was currently sharing with Tanner was special. If for some reason Tanner and I didn’t work out, I wouldn’t rule out dating another man.
God! When did my life become so completely changed? Oh yeah, Tanner.
I should also count my blessings because Elizabeth didn’t appear to be judging me in any way, shape, or form. Her question about me being with men during our marriage was a valid one. That she wanted to talk scared me, but also gave me hope that we could work through this. Being able to talk to Aaron, and realizing that he was supportive, was incredibly freeing. I was hopeful the same would come from talking to Elizabeth tomorrow.
I grabbed a cab to take me back to the hotel. Up in my room, I brushed my teeth and washed my face while I waited for Tanner to get here. I was nervous, but far more excited, my stomach again feeling those butterflies that Elizabeth used to talk about. It felt like high school high-jinx—like Tanner had to sneak away from his family to meet me. The more I thought of him, the more excited I grew—literally. I wanted to see those eyes, that jaw, that body. Somehow, knowing everyone wasn’t judging me in my life, even Elizabeth, put me at greater ease with things.
I paced, jumped up and down, even dropped to the ground to knock off a set of push-ups and sit-ups. I was starting to doubt that Tanner would show—that he’d reconsidered. That he didn’t believe I was going to come around, but only ‘be gay’ when we were out of town, when there was a knock at my door just after eleven.
I opened the door and when my eyes quickly devoured the incredible man in front of me. I grabbed his hand, pulled him inside, and let the door close while I pressed him against the wall and kissed him.
“Now, that’s a hello I could get used to,” he breathed when I pulled away for air.
I laughed at how good it felt, and kissed him again. It just felt right. Even, and maybe especially, when Tanner pushed on me, turning us so that my back was on the wall as he consumed my mouth. My hands went to work pulling his button-down (that I didn’t even know what color it was because all I saw was Tanner) from his jeans, and my fingers furiously navigated the buttons. He responded in kind and before I knew it, our bare chests were pressed against one another, burning mine with desire. My dick had never been so hard, and I had never been so turned on.
I started to push back at him, toward the bed. My heart, which, was already racing was suddenly pounding almost painfully in my chest realizing that this could be it. We could be fucking very soon. What surprised me most, was how much I wanted it.
When the backs of Tanner’s legs hit the bed, he pulled his lips from mine and trailed across my jaw, my neck and down my chest until he was sitting. I ran my fingers through his thick brown hair as he looked up at me, his eyes full of lust and happiness, and undid the front of my jeans. Tanner hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled down my briefs and jeans together to my thighs, freeing my cock that jumped out to greet him. With his hands gripping my ass, Tanner pulled my hips to his mouth and he took my dick in whole. All the way to the base. He pulled back slowly, working his tongue and then consumed me again. I cried out and gripped his hair, lost in pleasure. Man, the guy gave amazing head!
He pulled off of me and stood, and pushed me down onto the bed. Quickly, he shucked his pants and my eyes couldn’t get enough of the magnificent form that stood in front of me.
“You look so fuckable,” Tanner groaned, his eyes dark and his voice thick. His breath was shallow, and I watched his muscles tremble as he tried to fight what we were both feeling.
He crawled on the bed over me and slowly ground our hips together, our dicks throbbing side-by-side. The heat and friction made my head spin. I pressed my hands to his chest, not to push him away, but just to feel his skin…his muscles… his heat.
“I wish I came prepared,” he said, dropping his head to my shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
“To be honest, I didn’t really expect…this…when I came over. I thought we’d talk. But now, I wish I had stopped for supplies, ya know?” He slid his dick along mine. “Lube. Condoms.” My stomach clenched. Clearly, I didn’t have anything. But…I had a thought.
“There are other things.”
He pulled back and looked at me curiously.
“I’ve seen some videos.” He wasn’t catching my drift, or he was having fun at making me say it. “Spit,” I clarified.
His eyes bugged, and his insane smile burst to his face. “Yeah, not the same, especially for a first time.” He kissed me, and said, “But I love that you researched and are willing. God, you’re amazing.�
� He thrust against me again, slowly grinding. For someone trying to brush me off, he was doing the wrong things.
His arms were scooped under my shoulders gripping them as he pressed into me; his head nestled into my neck. My hands explored his back. I could feel the restraint in his body and the power it contained. I wanted that power. The videos I had seen…I wanted to be that guy being taken…by the man I was touching now.
Tanner moved to the side, propping himself up on his right elbow and straddling my right leg, distracting me from my thoughts. He took a hold of my dick and stroked it a few times. He then gripped my sac gently on the next stroke. He sat up a bit and moved his hand to my left leg. He scooped his hand under my left knee and raised it until my foot was flat on the bed. Then he pulled his hand up to his mouth and sucked on his middle finger, staring me straight in the eye, lust burning in his eyes.
His hand moved back to my dick, or so I thought. Instead, I felt his fingers dip below my sack. With a dry finger, he massaged that flat of skin between my asshole and balls. Then I felt the damp tip of his finger at my back exit and knew it was going to be an entrance. Gently he pressed the pad of his finger against the spot. Involuntarily, I clenched.
“Easy,” he whispered as the massaging around my hole resumed. I steadied my breath, which was nearly impossible as Tanner and I stared at one another with his hand in the most private area of my body. He’d done this before, except then, he was also blowing me. This was so much more intimate.
Again, he pressed in, and as I felt the intrusion, I fed off of Tanner’s gaze, keeping me grounded. He worked the finger in and out. Each stroke was deeper than the previous. He’d never gone that far before and I was groaning with excitement. When he reached my prostate, my body vibrated with energy. Slowly he worked the finger in and out, and then gently, he worked in a second. There was a pinch of pain, but it quickly dissipated and was replaced by pleasure. My cock twitched; the feeling was incredible. I felt him spread those two fingers as he worked them.
“I wish this were my cock. It’s going to feel amazing.”
I would have said something in return, but I was rendered speechless as his fingers worked my hole. My cock was straining and convulsing, seeking release.
“Grab your cock,” he said. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Quickly, I did as he told me, spreading the pre-cum all over my dick. With all the stimulation, my hand on my dick, Tanner’s fingers in my ass, his eyes staring into mine, his scent…I was delirious. He leaned in and kissed me, sucking the air from me and I lost the fight. My orgasm skyrocketed taking over my whole body. I felt it from my scalp to my toenails. Cum spurted in several ropy strands onto my belly and chest. I knew that I was loud. The rooms next to mine probably heard. I didn’t care.
I looked over at Tanner. He still looked hungry. Then he proved it. He crawled over me and licked my cum off me. He finished his clean up with his lips on mine. It was still odd, but not offensive, to taste me on his tongue.
With my heart pounding in my chest, and a hunger for Tanner that outweighed the need to breathe, I rolled us over and returned the favor as best as I could. I worshiped his body…his lips, neck, shoulders, chest…oh that chest. Broad and strong. Feeling Tanner’s strong fingers in my hair, I could feel where he was most sensitive when he would grip the strands… and when groans would escape his throat, it was like a surge of electricity right through me. His abs were incredible, the muscles bunching and tensing under my lips and fingers. His cock would lurch and thump against my chest and then my neck. The sensation was completely erotic.
When I reached his soft brown curls, I swallowed Tanner’s rock hard length… ‘soccer style’, gripping his muscular thighs. It was the deepest I had taken him yet, and I smiled at myself for how good I was getting at this. I knew I’d made Tanner happy as well. He groaned, fisted my hair, and his hips shot off the bed. I swathed his dick with my tongue, pulling back until his thick head was the only thing left in my mouth, and flicked my tongue on the seam underneath. I slid a hand down under and gently tugged on his balls the way I already knew he liked so much. His dick pulsed and jolted with each tug and tease of my tongue.
Slowly, I pulled my mouth off his dick, and looked up to his gorgeous face. I put a finger in my mouth and wet it good. A corner of Tanner’s mouth tipped up, realization settling in. I took his cock back in my mouth and lowered my hand to below his balls. I kept my eyes locked with his and watched as I slipped the tip of my wet finger into his puckered hole. He dropped his head back, exposing his neck and I watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed. His tongue darted out as he licked his lips, his muscles straining as he held back his orgasm. His control was impressive.
As I pressed my finger in, I marveled at the tight ring and heat. I worked my finger in and out, ‘listening’ to his body. He pressed down, seeking more, and so I gave it to him, sliding my finger up to the first knuckle and then the second. His body quivered as I reached the small walnut textured and sized gland the doctor always told me was there. After what I’d just experienced at his hand, I knew what he was feeling. I retreated with my mouth and finger, then marched forward again slowly, at first, then picked up speed and intensity, totally getting into it.
“Oooohh…I’m… gonna…” Tanner panted. He tried to pull my head back, but I held my mouth on his dick hard and fast. “Greg… I’m gonna…” He was so nice to ‘warn’ me, but I held my ground. “Fuck!”
Tanner came hard and fast like a tidal wave, his hands gripping my hair as he held me in place. I did my best to swallow all of it.
I crawled up and lay next to him. I kissed him gently before he pulled me into his side, my head resting on his shoulder. I laid there breathing in Tanner’s musky scent and the heavy smell of sex hanging in the air.
My mind started churning at how good it felt with Tanner. So natural. It was so far off the charts from sex with women. I started to wonder why Tanner had chosen me. Did he feel the same naturalness, even though I thought I was straight all this time? Well, up until I had seen Tanner without his shirt on.
My mind slowly turned to Elizabeth. All those years; God, if I was only half satisfied, how had she felt? Then she overheard, and saw, a little of Tanner and me in the hallway back at Ed Scott’s. Tomorrow would be brutal. How would I talk to her about this?
CHAPTER 32
I didn’t remember falling asleep, but apparently, I had because I woke to daylight spilling into the room. I turned my head and saw the most incredible sight. Tanner propped up on an elbow with his head resting on his hand. He was staring at me, but when we locked eyes, his trademark smile flashed on his face.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning to you,” I said, stretching and realizing I hadn’t brushed my teeth last night, only making my morning mouth that much more intense.
“You can’t deny it this time.”
“What?” I asked, completely confused.
He held up his phone and tapped the screen a few places. Suddenly, the sound of snoring came from the device, and I was both appalled and embarrassed.
“No…” I groaned, shaking my head.
“Oh yeah…” he said, full on grinning now.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s adorable.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him. “I didn’t wake you did I?”
“No, I’m just an early riser. The sun hits the room and I’m up.”
“Oh, and that’s why you were staring at me,” I challenged.
“No, it’s not,” he said, his face growing serious. Uh oh. This won’t be good.
“Why me?” he asked quietly.
“Huh?”
“Why me? What about me had you realizing you might be gay?”
“That is the million dollar question, isn’t it?” I thought for a moment. “I’ve never felt as connected to someone as I’ve felt with you. Even the little time we’ve spent over the past few weeks, every time we’re together, whether it’s watc
hing sports, eating, hanging out during a stressful time at a hospital for a baby, just talking or…” I let my eyes trail down his freakin’ insane body. I swallowed, hungry for that body to cover mine again, but we were talking and this was serious. “It’s just always been so easy with you.”
He leaned in, resting his forehead on mine. I smelled the minty mouth before our lips touched.
He pulled back and locked eyes with me. “I thought it was just me.”
My eyes widened for sure and I just stared at him.
“What?” he asked, laughing.
“You felt like that with me? Shit. You’re so good looking and you could have your pick of anyone, and you choose inexperienced-didn’t-even-know-he-liked-guys me? In fact, I had been wondering the ‘why me’ question way before you asked me. So, let me turn the table. Why me?”
“Well, let’s get one thing straight. You are as gorgeous as the day is long. Secondly, I didn’t ‘choose’ you because of your so-called inexperience. I thought you were gay from the beginning, if you will recall. It’s like you said. No matter what we do, it feels right. Especially the way you were there for me when Oliver was born.”
“How is he?” I asked.
“Good. They expect him to be released from the hospital next week.” Tanner smiled and I hoped that Oliver would have the same smile. It’s probably the reason Ashley asked him to be the donor.
“Will you do one more thing for me?”
“Name it,” I said, sensing sadness drop over him.
“Well, wait. How long are you in town for?”
“I fly home tonight.”
“Oh, forget it then.”
“No, what?” I asked. “Ask me.”
He swallowed, his eyes downcast. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “So, tomorrow is nine-eleven.” Lightly he brushed his thumb over the candle tattoo on his forearm, the candle for his dad who was in the World Trade Center that fateful day. “Everyone is paired up, my sister and George. Even my mother has a boyfriend. Would you go to the luncheon afterward with me? It starts around one. It’s sponsored by my dad’s company, so all company families…”
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