The Platinum Rebound

by T V Hartwell

  “How are you feeling?” Rick asked awkwardly. But sensing Amanda’s puzzlement at the question, he quickly clarified. “I mean, now that we know that you were experiencing morning sickness and not the flu.”

  “I feel fine,” Amanda answered tepidly.

  “Have you given any thought about what to do in light of everything that’s happened?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Whether or not to proceed with the pregnancy and have Jake’s baby?”

  “No . . . not really,” Amanda said haltingly. “But I guess the expectation would be that I should proceed with it.”

  “I would guess not,” Camilla blurted.

  Amanda stared back at her mother, irritated at her presumption.

  “Well, come on, he walked out on you. There’s no point in having his baby. Is this really debatable?”

  “It’s my decision, Mother, not yours. What do you expect me to do, have an abortion?”

  “Why . . . yes!”

  Amanda gasped at her mother’s forwardness. “How could you say that?”

  “What do you mean how could I say it?”

  “You’re so cavalier about it, as if it’s the obvious choice to make.”

  “Well isn’t it?”

  “No, it isn’t. Jake and I were in love. Having children is something we both wanted and talked a lot about. I can’t believe you would sit here and so casually suggest that I should just abort my baby, your grandchild.” Amanda became emotional as she spoke. Resisting the urge to cry, she did her best to maintain her resolve as she verbally wrestled with her mother.

  After expending a lot of energy conniving to convince Jake to call off his marriage to Amanda, Rick now was faced with the unenviable task of convincing his daughter not to have Jake’s baby. The entire situation was exhausting, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell Amanda to have an abortion in as blunt a fashion as his wife, so he was content to let Camilla take the lead on this one.

  “Amanda, that was a dream. You’re going to have to deal with reality now. Jake has decided to move on.”

  “But maybe things will change. I’m—”

  “Nothing will change. You have got to—”

  “How do you know that?” Amanda shot back, furious, cutting Camilla off.

  Camilla sighed haughtily while shaking her head as if to insinuate naiveté on her daughter’s part.

  “You are so fucking condescending.”

  Camilla’s eyes widened, scandalized. But before she could muster a comeback, Rick finally injected himself back into the conversation.

  “Now, now. Let’s cool things down a bit. Don’t take your mother the wrong way, sweetheart. She’s just upset with Jake and can’t fathom the thought of you bearing his child after the way he treated you. I know how difficult it must be to imagine your life without Jake after having been so emotionally invested in your relationship with him for so long. We just don’t want you to get tied down with the responsibilities of raising a child on your own. Being a single parent isn’t easy. Heck, being married and a parent is challenging enough.”

  “But once Jake knows that I’m pregnant, he might want me to keep the baby, and he still might want to raise it with me.”

  “Don’t count on it,” Camilla said under her breath, but it was unclear if Amanda heard her. Rick, however, did, and he quickly began to talk to prevent another nasty spat from occurring.

  “But what if he doesn’t? One of the worst things you can do is try to lure a guy back into your life with news of a pregnancy. You could be setting yourself up for a second rejection, which could be even more painful. You have to think, darling, it must have been a very tough and difficult decision for Jake to walk away when he did. I know it seems cruel, but look at how he waited until a week before the wedding to call things off. That suggests to me that he was really struggling with his decision; then he chose to not only call off the wedding, but to completely end the relationship too. What if he does that when you’re pregnant? What if he decides he’s not ready to be a father when you go into labor or after you give birth? And then you have to think about the child and how it would be for him knowing that his father really didn’t want him. That’s an emotional scar the child would have the burden of carrying, possibly for the rest of his life.”

  “On top of that, I’m sure your grandfather would turn over in his grave if he knew you’d be having a child as an unmarried woman.”

  “He wouldn’t want me to have an abortion either,” Amanda shot back at her mother.

  Camilla rolled her eyes in response to her daughter’s counter assertion.

  “Grandpa was a devout Catholic,” Amanda said defensively. “He would’ve been completely opposed to the idea of me having an abortion, regardless of whether I was married or not.”

  “Perhaps, but he no doubt would want you to offer the child up for adoption and not have his legacy and family name usurped by an illegitimate child.”

  Amanda sighed before pinching the top of her nose, closing her eyes, and shaking her head in disgust and aggravation. “So is that what this is really all about? Money and inheritance?”

  “Well, there are certain responsibilities and expectations that go along with being a member of this family and an heir—” Camilla began to say.

  “Oh please. Would you stop? You act as if my child would be in line to become the king or queen of England,” Amanda said dismissively and rolled her eyes.

  Camilla turned red and seethed, “So you don’t care if the family name and lineage is switched to Doyle? After a man who dumped you and left you pregnant? You don’t give a damn if our family name is smeared and degraded like that?”

  “That’s not what I’m saying at all, and I don’t agree with your characterization of my feelings. I find it very offensive.”

  Camilla huffed dramatically. “Well I find your selfishness offensive.”

  “I am not being selfish. And you’re not going to bully me into having an abortion either. In spite of what’s happened between me and Jake, I’m not entirely comfortable with the idea, and I need more time to think things through. You act like having an abortion is such an easy, simple choice to make.” Amanda sighed heavily, clearly feeling the pressure, but also hurt by her mother’s scorn.

  “Amanda, I love you,” Rick said, trying to take a softer approach. “I’d do anything for you and we’ll support you no matter what. I hope you know that. I just want you to be happy again, sweetheart, and see you move forward with your life. You’ve got so much ahead of you to look forward to. With you launching a new business and all, I know you weren’t planning to have a child now, so soon after marrying. I don’t want you to feel bullied about anything, but I also don’t want you to feel guilty if you decide to terminate the pregnancy. It would be an understandable decision to make and probably the most practical and prudent in light of the circumstances. There would be nothing to feel ashamed about. We would stand behind you one hundred percent and make sure everything is handled smoothly and with total confidence. Nobody would have to know. We’ve told no one of the pregnancy. Not even Alex. Just your mother and I know.” That, of course, being a lie since Rick had already informed Jake’s mother.

  Amanda sat in quiet contemplation as she listened to her father speak. She felt buoyed and encouraged by his supportive words, but she wanted greater assurance that his support was truly unconditional and without strings.

  “And if I decide to have the child?” she asked looking directly into her father’s eyes.

  Rick paused and swallowed hard as he stared back at his daughter and forced himself to meet her eyes. “As I said, we’ll support you no matter what.”

  * * *

  Chapter Six

  Although the taste of Jake’s come was still in his mouth, Kirby wasn’t done yet. After a short break, his hands and mouth inevitably returned to Jake’s body, licking and sucking on his ass cheeks voraciously before tonguing his hole, relishing and savoring the taste of Jake’s clean,
freshly showered flesh. Kirby then retrieved some lube from his toiletry bag and poured a few drops between the crack of Jake’s butt cheeks to make it slippery and wet. Kirby’s heart raced with an intense, overpowering hunger to penetrate Jake for the first time. He was hoping that this would be the night he’d finally score after having never performed anal sex on Jake, but Kirby took his time and started to use his fingers first.

  Jake had grown accustomed to this form of sex play and liked it. As he lay in bed, flat on his stomach, Jake spread his legs wider apart and then he shifted his right leg upward slightly to make it easier for Kirby to poke him.

  Wanting a better view, Kirby instructed, “Get up on your knees.” Jake obliged, giving his mate the view he wanted, a close-up of his succulent, lubricated hole.

  As Jake leaned on his forearms while grasping a pillow, Kirby slapped and squeezed his ass cheeks a few times before spreading them apart to spit on Jake’s hole and then he began to finger fuck him.

  While Jake moaned and gasped at the penetration, Kirby’s mouth watered at the sight of the male beauty he claimed as his own. The visual aphrodisiac of Jake’s tan lines—a lily white bubble butt set between his darkly tanned back and muscular legs—was so hot and sexy, it made Kirby feel as if he was on the brink of overdosing from the rush of sexual excitement and adrenaline.

  “Dude, your ass is so fucking amazing. Touching and tasting it drives me so fucking delirious. I could feast on you for days. Come on, twerk that ass for me, baby,” Kirby said, slapping it.

  Although not all that in the mood to do so, Jake twerked half-heartedly to please his mate, but it was just enough to arouse Kirby even more. He pulled back to watch, slapping and squeezing Jake’s ass intermittently. “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s so hot. I love you so fucking much, dude. I can’t get enough of you. I need to feel you. I need to be inside of you so bad,” Kirby said with longing and desperation in his voice before leaning up on his knees and pressing his hard, fully erect cock against Jake’s ass. Caught up in the moment, Kirby pushed the head of his cock through the opening of Jake’s hole. He was so overcome with uncontrollable desire and sexual hunger that he didn’t ask or seek permission to relax their long-honored no anal intercourse rule. Kirby just went for it.

  “Wait!” Jake blurted with alarm, not expecting this intrusion into his body part. He pulled himself up on his knees and turned to look at Kirby just before the other man attempted to go all the way in. “What are you doing?”

  “Sorry, dude, I got a little carried away. You know how much I want to fuck you and then you tease me like that.”

  Jake chuckled in amusement at Kirby’s assertiveness and zeal; it wasn’t the first time he had attempted to take a piece of Jake without forewarning or notice.

  “Let me have you,” Kirby said in Jake’s ear, pressing himself against him from behind, both men upright on their knees. Kirby began to kiss and bite on Jake’s neck and shoulders, wrapping his arms around him tightly, while thrusting his cock against Jake’s ass in a fucking motion. “Why won’t you let me in, Jake?” Kirby said, as he continued to kiss and bite him, thrusting his pelvis against him and then reaching down to jerk Jake’s cock with his right hand.

  Jake’s ass was so slick from lube and spit that Kirby’s stiff, hard rod slightly pressed through the opening of Jake’s hole again, unintentionally.

  “Aaah!” Jake screeched pulling away from Kirby’s grip. “Cut it out, Kirby. I said no. I don’t want your dick up my ass, dude. You’re too fucking big.”

  “I’m sorry,” Kirby said in exasperation. “Just let me take it slow and break you in. If you’d just relax and calm down, you might even enjoy it.”

  “No.”

  “Jake, come on,” Kirby pleaded. “How much longer am I gonna have to wait? You like it when I use my fingers.”

  “Fingers and a big ass dick are two different things.”

  “So if I was smaller, you’d let me?”

  “No.”

  “You can be such a killjoy sometimes. I swear.” Kirby sighed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in frustration.

  Jake, on the other hand, just wanted the whole damn thing to be over and done with. “You can play with my ass, but you’re not fucking me.”

  Kirby was irritated yet eager to shoot his load. “Come here,” he said, pulling Jake’s ankles to stretch out his legs so that he would lay prostrate on the bed.

  “Just come on my ass,” Jake said as he complied with Kirby’s repositioning of his body, knowing what was about to happen.

  Although the mood had changed, Kirby was still full of sexual tension and energy and eager to satisfy his urge to release quickly. So he settled for simulating intercourse through frottage, as he often had in the past. Lying flat on top of Jake’s backside, he slid his cock between the crack of Jake’s muscular butt cheeks and began to thrust forcefully in a fucking motion. It didn’t provide the same degree of gratification as stretching a guy’s sphincter and pummeling his guts, but it would do the trick nonetheless. Kirby licked Jake’s right ear and then the side of his face as he moaned in ecstasy at the sensation and feel of their body to body contact. That combined with the mental role-play, imagining male on male sexual domination with him the master and Jake his servant, excited and energized Kirby even more as he drew closer to climax. He rotated between a rapid thrust and a slower, circular motion to pleasure himself against the friction of Jake’s slippery, firm, tight butt. Then Kirby came so powerfully he cried out as he sprayed himself all over Jake’s tanned, lean back.

  After working himself into a frenzy and doing all the work, Kirby’s body went limp as he remained on top of Jake, his warm seed splayed between them. Tired and exhausted, Kirby kept Jake locked in his embrace as they both quickly fell asleep, their bodies intertwined.

  ***

  The next morning, Jake pondered his sexual encounter with Kirby as he showered off. Although he’d relented and allowed Kirby to have his way with his body, Jake wasn’t prepared to offer him his heart. Once the initial sexual arousal dimmed, he felt numb and empty while Kirby ravaged him. The exhilaration and excitement was not there. Jake felt used, like a doll manipulated for Kirby’s sexual exploitation and pleasure. Yes, to some degree it felt good to be sucked off and worshipped, but it also felt forced and unpleasant. There was an element of depredation attached to it, almost to the point of violation or coercion, Jake thought, growing angry, especially at the recollection of Kirby trying to penetrate him uninvited, something he’d attempted before. Jake took a few deep breaths as he let the warm water calm him; he knew that was too extreme a way of looking at the situation. After all, he succumbed to Kirby’s seduction willingly, and Jake knew how obsessed Kirby was with him and that he meant no harm.

  Nevertheless, for Jake, nothing had changed in his view of his relationship with Kirby. His feelings for his best friend remained the same as they had since high school. He loved Kirby, but he wasn’t in love with him. He cared for him as a friend and although they shared an emotional attachment and bond that had been intensified by their sexual attraction for one another, Jake was still a straight man in his mind. He didn’t want a boyfriend or to be married to a man. At that moment, the only person he wished to marry and spend the rest of his life with was Amanda Climent. But his heart ached with pain at the thought that their relationship was now irretrievably over. The shock and trauma of it all was almost too much to take—alone, on his own, with no one to confide in. The tears began to flow as Jake whimpered in despair at the loss of the love of his life. It felt like a death.

  As Jake cried silently with the water pouring down upon him, Kirby suddenly appeared and entered the shower, stepping in close behind. Jake’s heart jumped at the unexpected interruption of his private moment.

  Kirby proceeded to wrap his arms around Jake, pressing his flesh tightly against his. “Good morning, sexy,” he said, kissing the back of Jake’s neck.

  “Good morning,” Jake mumbled as he raised his face to the s
howerhead so that the water could mask his tears.

  “What are we doing today?” Kirby asked.

  “I don’t know. Whatever you want,” Jake said as he eased his way out of Kirby’s grip, made a final splash of water against his face, and slipped out of the shower.

  Moments later, after he finished showering and got dressed, Kirby went to the kitchen where he found Jake whipping something up.

  “Want breakfast?” Jake asked.

  “Yeah, what are you making?”

  “My specialty,” Jake said with a grin.

  Kirby smiled knowingly, looking at the assorted ingredients on the countertop—eggs, turkey bacon, feta cheese, spinach, among other things. “What? Uh oh, Jake’s special, protein packed, muscle stimulator, egg white omelet?”

  “That’s the one. Just for you.”

  Kirby clapped his hands and did a little dance, smiling broadly. “Look at my little Chef Boyardee making me my favorite omelet. That’s my baby.”

  Jake rolled his eyes at the latter comment, but his back was turned and Kirby didn’t see it.

  It was a beautiful morning, so they sat outside by the pool to eat, enjoying the view overlooking the Kapalua Golf Club and the azure blue of the Pacific beyond.

  “That’s a nice looking course.”

  “Want to play? I could probably get us a tee time before we head back to LA Sunday.”

  “Nah. I’m an okay player, but, you know—it’s really not my game. How about heading back to the beach again today?”

  “Sure. I was thinking we could go work out at the gym down at the club first and then we could head down afterward.”

  “That sounds perfect,” Kirby said as he chowed down on his food until he cleaned his plate.

  “That was really good, man,” Kirby said, slapping his belly. “You did it again, bro.”

  Jake grinned at his friend’s display of satisfaction at his cooking skills.

  “I slept really good last night. It must’ve been this humid Hawaiian air,” Kirby said tongue-in-cheek, winking at Jake.