by Jake Biondi
“You need me tonight,” he said softly as he pressed his cock between her legs. “You’ve always wanted me.”
“Yes...” Joyelle replied, kissing Marco again.
“You’ve been with Derek so long that you don’t know what real passion is.” Marco kissed Joyelle and lifted her off the floor. “Now you’re going to find out.”
While kissing her deeply, Marco carried Joyelle to the bed. Placing her on it gently, he crawled between her legs. As his hands massaged them, he kissed her vagina, causing her body to squirm with pleasure as his tongue worked its way into her.
She reached down to run her fingers through Marco’s thick hair. Then she grabbed his arms and pulled him up so she could kiss him again. Wrapping her arms around him, she pushed her fingers into his back as the weight of his body pressed against her.
Running his large dick along her legs as he kissed his way up her body, Marco prepared to enter her. He grabbed her breasts, fondling them and tickling Joyelle’s nipples with his tongue. Her hands worked their way over the contours of his back and down to his firm ass as he pressed the tip of his erect cock against her.
“I have wanted to do this from the moment we met years ago,” Marco said. “Now you’ll finally be mine.” With those words, Marco thrust himself into Joyelle.
Tossing her head back and moaning loudly, Joyelle welcomed Marco into her. She clawed at his back for support and Marco drilled deeper and deeper. She wrapped her legs around him and responded with pleasure each time he pushed into her.
Marco used his strong legs to pump powerfully into her over and over again. Moving from kissing her tits to kissing her mouth, Marco fucked Joyelle relentlessly. He was determined to give her an experience she would never forget, trying to block Derek from her mind and forever plant himself in her mind and memory.
He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so he was on his back and she was riding him. His cock still firmly planted in her, Marco leaned forward to kiss Joyelle. Then he reclined back on the bed and drilled her harder and harder.
She leaned forward and ran her hands over his tight abs and hairy chest. Her mouth pressed against his nipple, kissing and then gently biting it. He flinched slightly from the bite but continued to work his penis into her. She then bit his other nipple and he responded by pumping even harder. Next, she kissed his mouth deeply as her hands squeezed his large biceps.
Once again, he flipped them over, landing on top of her and preparing to fill her. He kissed her neck and jaw line as his penis swelled inside of her. He raised himself up and looked down at his cock as it plunged into her. Then he looked into her eyes and groaned loudly as he erupted inside of her. Rope after rope of cum filled her as she moaned with pleasure. He continued to thrust into her, forcing every drop inside of her.
After one final push, Marco rolled over onto the bed next to Joyelle. She leaned over and kissed his chest as she closed her eyes. Wrapping his arm around her, Marco kissed her on the forehead. Within moments, she was asleep, her head resting against him. He looked up at the ceiling and smiled widely. Eventually, he fell asleep as well.
Early the next morning, he woke Joyelle from her sleep by slipping his hard cock into her once again. A repeat of the night before occurred, ending with another amazing climax of cum and moaning. He had succeeded in becoming a lover that Joyelle would never forget. However, this time, Joyelle jumped out of bed immediately after Marco filled her.
“I have to go,” Joyelle said.
“What’s the rush?” Marco asked. “You said yourself that you have no one to go home to.”
Joyelle scanned the room for her clothes. “This was a mistake. It should never have happened.” Joyelle put her hand to her head.
Marco smiled. “A bit hung over?”
“I’m fine,” Joyelle lied. “I have to get out of here.”
“Don’t you want round three first? We are pretty amazing together.”
“This should never have happened. Please, you can’t tell anyone about this.”
“Of course. Whatever you want. You can trust me.”
Joyelle turned to look at him. “Trust you? You’re Marco Ciancio. Trust isn’t possible.”
Marco got out of bed and Joyelle paused to admire his naked body. “It’ll be our secret. And I hope we can do it again soon.”
Joyelle laughed. “Never.”
Marco grabbed Joyelle and kissed her. “Even if no one else ever knows about this, you will never forget about me. I promise you that.”
“I was drunk. That’s the only reason this happened.”
“No,” Marco said. “It happened because we both wanted it to happen. And you want it to happen again, too.”
“I need to go,” Joyelle said, collecting her clothes and rushing into the bathroom. Marco watched the door close and then walked over to the window to watch the sun rise over Lake Michigan.
Now Joyelle sat on the couch in Tyler’s apartment with the memory of her one night with Marco at the forefront of her mind. He was right; she would never forget him. Her brain filled with questions about how to cope with the news that she was carrying Marco’s child. She continued to rock back and forth with her arms wrapped around her legs as she considered her next move.
His arm wrapped with the towel and napkins, Cole rushed from the lobby of Dustin’s apartment building out onto the sidewalk where Dustin’s body lay. He stopped as he saw Adam hovering over Dustin. Adam had removed his shirt and was holding it to the side of Dustin’s head to stop the bleeding.
“Is he dead?” Cole asked, holding his injured arm.
“I can’t tell,” Adam replied, panicked. “I don’t feel a pulse.” Adam looked up at Cole. “I know you. You’re the guy from the Cio ads.”
Cole nodded. “Yes. I’m Cole.”
Adam stood up. “Did you do this to him?” Adam asked, growing more upset. “Did you try to kill Dustin?” Adam lunged toward Cole, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him. “Did you? Answer me!”
Cole pushed Adam away from him. “Back off, will you? You’ve got it all wrong. He’s the one who tried to kill me.” Cole broke free of Adam’s hold. “Do you see my arm? Do you see all this blood? He did this! And he tried to kill Derek, too.”
“Derek?” Adam stiffened up at the mention of that name. “Derek Mancini?”
“Yes. Do you know him?”
Adam knelt back down beside Dustin. “He has to be okay…” Adam was interrupted by the siren of an approaching ambulance. “Thank God they’re here.” Adam readjusted his shirt along the side of Dustin’s head. “I think the bleeding is slowing.”
As the ambulance approached from one direction, Michael’s squad car approached from another. Cole watched as Michael pulled his car to the curb and jumped out. He looked at Cole’s arm and then his face.
“Wow, he really got you,” Michael said, examining Cole’s arm. “We need to get you to the hospital.”
“He needs more help than I do,” Cole said, nodding toward Dustin.
The ambulance pulled over and two paramedics hopped out, quickly focusing their attention on Dustin.
“Please, stand back,” one paramedic told Adam, who stood up and backed away from Dustin.
“You’ve got to help him,” Adam pleaded.
“They will do all they can,” Michael reassured Adam. “In the meantime, I need to get a statement from you.”
“Not now,” Adam said. “I have to make sure he’s going to be okay. My name is Adam Miranda. I’m an old friend of Dustin. We were boyfriends, until he dumped me for Derek.”
Cole raised an eyebrow. “Derek? What are you talking about?”
“He moved here to Chicago for Derek. To win him back.”
“Win him back?” Michael asked. “By shooting him? There were probably better ways.”
“He would never shoot anyone,” Adam insisted.
“He told me so himself,” Cole declared. “He admitted it.”
The paramedics put Dustin on a stretcher
and into the back of the ambulance. At the same time, two more police cars pulled up. Officers emerged from the cars and began to create a border around the area with police tape.
“Can I ride with you?” Adam asked one of the paramedics.
He nodded in approval and added, “Just don’t get in the way.”
“I’ll get your statement at the hospital,” Michael declared. “Don’t leave the hospital until I do.”
Adam seemed to ignore Michael as he got into the back of the ambulance with one of the paramedics.
“What about you?” the other paramedic asked Cole.
“He can ride to the hospital with me,” Michael said. “We’ll get him checked out there.”
“Sounds good,” the paramedic replied as he got into the front of the ambulance.
“Let’s go,” Michael told Cole, who followed Michael to his car, the lights on top still flashing. Michael turned to the other police officers. “Photograph the area and see if there’s anyone in the lobby who saw what happened. Then head up to the apartment.”
“I have to call Derek,” Cole said, as he got into the car. “I’m not sure how he’s going to react, but he needs to know what happened.”
“You can tell me everything that happened while we’re in the car,” Michael said, as he got into the driver seat. He followed the ambulance to St. Joseph Hospital, leaving a blood-stained sidewalk behind.
While Cole told Michael all that had transpired in Dustin’s apartment, Hugo sat quietly in his rental car as the water and brushes of the automatic car wash went to work. Hugo leaned his head forward against the steering wheel as soapy water ran down the exterior of the windshield. Tears streaming down his face, Hugo recalled the events of the evening.
When the car wash finished wiping away any evidence of the car’s collision with Jensen, its automatic doors opened and a sign illuminated inviting Hugo to drive forward and exit the wash. He lifted his head from the steering wheel and did as the sign instructed, pulling his car out of the wash and onto the street.
At the same time, Jesse knelt quietly in the beautiful chapel at St. Joseph Hospital. His hands folded in front of him, Jesse looked up at the gigantic crucifix hovering above the altar as several small candle flames danced on their wicks.
“I know I don’t talk with you as often as I should,” Jesse began softly, his eyes fixated on the carved face of Jesus looking down on him. “But I’m not here for me; I’m here for Logan. Please let him be okay. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” Tears filling his eyes, Jesse paused a moment. “I love him so much. Please, just let him be okay.”
A hand touched Jesse’s shoulder, startling him. He turned his head to the side to look at Mateo Martinez, who greeted him with a smile.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” Mateo said.
“It’s okay,” Jesse replied. “How’s Logan?”
“He’s conscious and stabilized.”
“So he’s going to make it?”
“Because of you,” Mateo declared with a smile. “You saved his life.”
Jesse turned back toward the crucifix. “Thank you.”
“I also wanted to let you know that Cole is here.”
“Cole? Why?”
“He’s injured, but he’s going to be fine,” Mateo explained. “Come on, I’ll take you to him.”
Jesse stood up and followed Mateo out of the chapel.
As Mateo led Jesse to Cole, Michael questioned Adam in a small hospital office near the emergency room. Michael leaned against the wall as he conducted his interrogation.
“You said your name is Adam?”
“It is,” the other man agreed.
“And what was your connection to Dustin back in...”
Adam finished Michael’s thought. “Seattle. We were boyfriends and very happy together. Or at least I thought we were.”
“He was unhappy?”
Adam began to fidget with the Kleenex box on the desk in front of him. “Apparently.” Adam let out a loud sigh. “He cheated on me with Derek when Derek was in town for a business trip.”
“He voluntarily told you that?” Michael asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Eventually,” Adam continued. “When he finally decided to leave me and come here to Chicago to pursue Derek, I guess he felt like he had to tell me.”
“That’s why he came here to Chicago?”
“That’s what he told me. He said he had a special connection with Derek, that he couldn’t get Derek out of his heart or his head. So he moved here to try to make things work with him.”
Michael folded his arms across his chest. “Did Derek know how Dustin felt or what Dustin was doing?”
“He tried to contact Derek several times after they...slept together. But Derek apparently wouldn’t return the calls or texts.”
“Adam, I appreciate you answering my questions. I’m sure it’s a bit uncomfortable for you.”
“I’ve been coping with this for a long time, Commander. Believe me, I’m okay.”
“Okay. So tell me why you are here in Chicago.”
“I followed Dustin here. Well, not right away. I just arrived here in Chicago. I needed a fresh start in my life and I wanted to make one final attempt to get him back. There was no reason for me to remain in Seattle.” Adam paused and then rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you think I’m crazy -- to have come halfway across the country to get him to take me back.”
“I’m not judging you at all, Adam,” Michael declared. “We all do crazy things for love. If you knew me better, you’d know I’d be the last one to throw stones.”
“He was the love of my life,” Adam admitted. “I just couldn’t quite get over him and thought I owed myself one final chance to get him back. I’m already realizing that’s not going to happen.”
Michael nodded. “Fair enough. If nothing else, maybe you’ll get some closure. And what did you do once you arrived here in Chicago?”
“I called and texted Dustin a few times. He only answered one of my calls and basically told me to leave him alone. So earlier tonight I decided to go to his apartment.”
Michael smiled. “You don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, do you?”
“Do you?”
Michael replied by smiling. “And then what happened?”
“I was approaching his apartment building and heard a yell from above. I looked up and saw someone falling from a balcony. The body hit an awning and, when it landed in front of me, I realized it was Dustin.”
“I’m sure that was traumatic for you.”
“I was in shock, I think. When I looked down at his bloody body, our whole relationship flashed in front of me.”
“That awning may have saved his life. It broke his fall.”
“I guess. Is he going to be okay?”
“We’ll have to talk with the doctors and see,” Michael said. “And he never said anything to you about shooting Derek?”
Adam shook his head. “Never. Commander Martinez, Derek is the man he moved across the country to be with. Why the hell would he try to kill him? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Jealousy? Rejection?”
“No way,” Adam insisted. “That’s not Dustin. He’s the kindest, most understanding person I know. At least he was before he met Derek.”
“That’s nice of you to say after all that he did to you.”
“He followed his heart...and I did the same when I came here after him. Now all that matters to me is that he lives.” Adam stood up. “Are we done with the questions? I’d like to find out how he is.”
“Just one more. What do you intend to do now that you’re here in Chicago?”
Adam looked directly at Michael. “I have no idea, Commander. I have no set plans. Find a place to stay and get a job, I guess. But right now, I just want to make sure Dustin will be okay.”
Michael handed Adam a business card. “Thank you for your help. Adam. Here is my number. If you remember anything else that may be of help, please let me kno
w, okay?”
“Will do,” Adam replied, putting the business card into his pocket.
Michael followed Adam out of the room and they headed back to the emergency room waiting area.
As Mateo and Jesse entered the waiting room, Cole stood up to greet them, his arm wrapped in a bandage.
“Jesse, what are you doing here?” Cole asked. “You’re supposed to be in California for the wedding.”
Jesse walked over to Cole and hugged him. “Are you okay? What happened to your arm?”
“I’m fine,” Cole replied. “Dustin did this to me. He’s the one who shot Derek.”
“Dustin? Holy fuck! Why?”
“It’s a long story,” Cole said. “I’m waiting to hear how he’s doing. We struggled and he fell off his balcony.”
“Because you tried to kill him,” Adam said as Michael and he entered the room.
“I told you -- he tried to kill me,” Cole insisted.
“Who the hell are you anyway?” Jesse asked.
“This is Adam Miranda,” Michael explained. “An old friend of Dustin.”
“Are you crazy, too?” Jesse inquired sarcastically.
“Dustin’s not crazy,” Adam insisted. “This is all Derek’s fault.”
“Derek?” Jesse turned to look at Cole. “What the hell is he talking about?”
“I told you it’s a long story. But why are you here and not on that plane?”
“It’s Logan,” Jesse said softly. “He tried to kill himself.”
Cole’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Max and I were talking before the plane took off and we both thought Logan had said some odd things to us in the past few days. So I left the plane to check on him. I found him in his bedroom with an empty bottle of pills and wine.”
“Oh, shit. Is he okay?”
Mateo replied to Cole’s question. “He’s conscious and stabilized. He’s resting now.”
“Did you tell Max?”
“I’ve called him and left two messages. He’s not answering his phone.”