Savor

by Xavier Neal

  The Kid is cut off by knocking on the door. Luke looks ready to fall over and die at the fact that he doesn’t know how that sentence ends.

  See. It’s not just me who has to go through that kinda torture!

  When the door slightly opens, a young woman’s thin face appears around the corner, her dark brown hair shaping it, and a bright smile killing my fear that she was secretly a double agent for the devil.

  Hey, I told you. I don’t like doctors.

  “You ready?” I nod, and she enters the room closing the door behind her. Her smile widens again as she approaches. “You must be Maxx. I’m Dr. Ophelia Blake.”

  I shake her soft hand and reply, “Nice to meet you.”

  Afterward, she looks at Luke. “Are you the father?”

  “God no,” he croaks, a hint of disgust in his voice.

  That better be from the idea of having sex with me because I don’t have a dick and not because he thinks I’m repulsive.

  Without hesitation, she apologizes, “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Her attention turns to Dean who smiles widely, and I can see a look of panic on her face.

  “Absolutely not,” I quickly inform her. “That’s my son.” Dean smiles at the word proudly, but the doctor looks almost as terrified as she did before. “Adopted. I didn’t have him in middle school.”

  She giggles and places a hand on her heart. “Thank goodness. Not that I would judge. Things happen. If you don’t mind me asking, is the father going to be joining us too?”

  “He’s away on…” The end of the sentence gets caught in my throat.

  Away on work I hope. Away doing what he does in the ring, not doing what he does in the bed. Should I be worried? I feel I should be worried. I shouldn’t be worried, right? All this back and forth shit I’m doing is just the hormones screwing with me…

  “Business.” Luke steps in for me. “And I’m the uncle, Luke.”

  “Right. Michael’s friend.” She quickly remembers. When her brown eyes land back on me, any anxiety I was feeling washes away.

  How does she do that? Here I was worried she was a shepherd for the devil, and instead she’s some sort of angel without wings, like Castiel. Yes. Yes. I am doing that thing where I nerd out on you again. Sorry.

  “Would you like them to stay or go? The choice is yours.”

  “They can stay.” I softly smile knowing how much it means to the two of them to be here.

  And let’s just side step the fact that if they weren’t in here I probably would have bolted a long time ago.

  “Alright then. Let’s get started.” Dr. Blake says, unfolding a sheet to place over my lap.

  The standard questions are of no worry, though I do laugh when Dean’s face scrunches at the period question.

  Typical boy.

  She proceeds asking me about my past health issues, past pregnancies, and other normal questions until she instructs for me to lie back because it’s time for the ultrasound.

  Sweetly, she looks over at Luke and Dean. “You boys sure you wanna be here for this part?”

  “What’s this part?” Dean says curiously.

  “Let’s just say you’re not gonna like it…” Her answer causes my face to worry.

  What the hell does that mean?

  “Why don’t you go stand next to Maxx and hold her hand, Kid? Distract her for a moment from what’s about to come.” Luke suggests.

  In unison, Dean and I ask, “What’s about to come?”

  “I’m going to have to use a vaginal probe for the ultrasound.”

  Is that an alien tool? That’s an alien tool. I’ve seen enough sci-fi movies in my lifetime to know a probe is a bad thing! A very bad thing!

  Dean’s face cringes, and he quickly moves so that he is standing beside me with his back to the doctor. When she looks at Luke, he shrugs. “I’m a nurse. I’ve seen it all.”

  “I still don’t think I want you watching a probe go inside of me!” I shriek at Luke who merely looks unaffected.

  “Have we forgotten about the number of times I walked in on you or my sister putting a tampon in growing up?”

  “Dude…” Dean’s head bends forward while the doctor tries to hide a chuckle.

  “It’s not my fault you don’t knock!”

  “It’s not my fault you two can’t seem to understand the way a door locks. Now, relax. I won’t watch her shove it in. I’ll look away.”

  With a gentle hand on my arm, Dr. Blake says, “Just let me know if you would like them to leave, honey.”

  My eyes shoot up to Dean who looks like I imagine Logan would in this situation. Completely terrified and grossed out, but excited.

  Logan would be excited, right? Should I be excited? Are you?

  “Dean,” my voice whispers. “You wanna wait while she—”

  “As long as I don’t have to look. And she doesn’t have to say that word again…I’ll be okay.” With a smirk, his eyes meet mine and he says, “If that’s okay with you.”

  I take his hand and hold it tight. “It’s cool, Kid.”

  Dr. Blake instructs me on where to put my feet, doing her best to keep my privacy, and continues about the exam putting the very uncomfortable piece of equipment in a place it shouldn’t ever be welcomed.

  Oh my gosh! This…this is awful! This is not like it looks on T.V. at all. They fucking skip this part. Assholes.

  “Maxx,” Dr. Blake calls to me. “I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath and relax.”

  “Come on, Maxx, it’s not that bad,” Luke claims.

  Before I go to snap, Dr. Blake speaks in my place, “Just because you’re used to being probed uncomfortably, doesn’t mean she has to be.” The comment causes a soft chuckle from me and my body relaxes as a result.

  I like her. A little playfulness from the doctor is a good thing to me.

  “Better,” she comments and moves the device. After a moment or two, she tilts her head. “Look.”

  Our eyes all divert to the screen, seeing the inside of a part of my body I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted to see on screen.

  Do I look like a Kardashian to you? Which part of me says I wanna be flashing my twat all over town? Yeah, I know it’s not like this is being uploaded to the internet, but still. Feels…weird. And strange. And now I see it may be my fault the kid says things like that.

  “That’s a baby.” Her finger stretches over and touches the screen over the smallest dot in the entire world.

  Pretty sure I’ve eaten hunks of chocolate bigger than that thing.

  “Everything look okay?” Luke asks what I know I should but can’t seem to.

  “Looks great,” she reassures him and then turns to me.

  “That thing is a baby?” Dean ponders out loud squinting at the screen.

  “Yup,” Dr. Blake answers.

  “But it’s like popcorn sized. Maybe.”

  “They grow, genius,” Luke rolls his eyes.

  “They pop.” His joke is remotely cute.

  Oh God…someday I’m gonna pop. Explode? Just overly expand until my waistband is the same size as the equator and…and…I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe.

  “Luke and Dean, how about letting me have just a few moments alone with Maxx?” Dr. Blake removes the object from me.

  Luke gives me a look and then the Kid. Evaluating the situation, he nods and tilts his head towards the door. “Let’s go hang out in the waiting room for a minute.”

  Dean lets go of my hand and follows Luke out of the room leaving me alone with the doctor. She gives me a minute alone in silence, which I use to close my eyes and take long deep breaths.

  I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this. Like two months ago, my biggest problem was getting Logan to notice me and now…now I’m about to bring a new life into this world and I just…I just—

  “Wanna talk about it?” Dr. Blake’s voice speaks up. My eyes open as I ease my body up to make better eye contact. “I recognize the look.”

  “The look?”


  “Well, typically, there are two looks patients have. The ‘Oh my God! We did it! We finally did it!’ and ‘Oh my God…what did we do? What the hell did we do?’. And you, sweetheart, look like your heart has jumped into your throat.” I don’t answer but I can feel my lips tremble. “Maxx, I’m gonna be honest with you. It’s a big step. But from what I can see, you’re not doing this alone. And that’s gonna make a helluva difference. Take this pregnancy one step at a time, and I will do everything I can to help make the process as painless and informative as possible.”

  For the first time since I entered the office, I breathe a little easier. However, when she plants a comforting hand on my thigh, I feel the tears in my eyes start to form, hitching my breath.

  “It’s okay to cry,” she reassures me.

  So I do.

  Just let me cry right now, please. I know that my life is about to be flipped upside down, yet again, but this is the first time it’s all so real. Do you mind if I rest my head on your shoulder? For just a minute? I really just need one.

  Chapter 5

  Logan

  10 days. 10 days of dieting, constant photos, interviews, being groomed on what to say, how to say it, what not to say, what to fucking wear, how to fucking breathe in the ring.

  No fucking joke. How to BREATHE in the ring. Because I must’ve missed that memo all these years that there is a fucking wrong way to put oxygen into your body so that you don’t pass out.

  “Jake is impressed, ya know?” LC says, pulling up in front of my apartment complex.

  I miss my house. Never had to live in an apartment before. It fucking blows.

  I don’t answer. I raise my eyebrows in response.

  “He likes you, which is unusual. He doesn’t really like any of the fighters he’s had. He likes the money they bring in. Big difference.”

  “What can I say? Everyone loves me.” My cocky remark brings an unexpected glisten in her eye.

  There it is again. She gets that look at least twice a day, every day. Do you know if there’s such thing as ‘Hot Girl’ repellent? Don’t laugh. I’m fucking serious. I need that.

  “That they do…” The moment she wets her lips I know it’s time for my exit. Getting ready to climb out of the car, she stops me and says, “You sure you don’t wanna go anywhere? I could take you for a drink or something.”

  “I don’t drink.”

  “There’s always the ‘or something…’”

  Go ahead. Say it. Doubt it. Question that there really are women out there who throw themselves at me like this, but you’ve been around long enough to know I’m not full of shit about this. Get that lack of faith in me out of your eyes. I’m not going anywhere with her. Do I look stupid to you? You know what? Nevermind.

  “Have a goodnight, LC,” I mutter before climbing out of the car and shutting the door behind me.

  Without looking back, I swipe my key card into the building and use the stairs to jog up to the third floor. I pull my keys out of my pocket and put them in the lock as the door across the hall opens.

  “Unbreakable,” a feminine voice calls and I glance over my shoulder seeing my neighbor, Crissy, in her gym shorts and sports bra.

  Women tend to wear less clothes in California. Walking temptations for any guy other than me. There’s only one woman I want right now, and she’s what feels like a million miles away. Most likely licking frosting off her fingers from a cupcake. I want her to lick me like fucking frosting.

  “Evening, Crissy.”

  She leans against the doorframe, which is when two more blondes appear over her shoulder in similar outfits turning the sight into an ad from a Playboy Magazine.

  I swear to God they look like something Hef misplaced.

  “We’re making margaritas and we’re gonna watch Blood Thirsty on Netflix…wanna join us?”

  Do I wanna watch three porn star babes drink liquor and jump into my lap when they get scared from the poorly shot horror film? Once upon a time, the answer would have been a simple ‘of course’ before turning around and letting myself enjoy an orgy. What do you mean four is not an orgy? Whatever. Close enough. And before you ask. Yes. Yes I have.

  “I think I’m just gonna crash early.”

  “Aw…” The three pout in unison.

  Unbelievable.

  “But who’s gonna protect us from the really scary parts?” the one with the purple sports bra and big brown eyes questions, raising a finger to her lips to look innocent.

  Is it crazy that like six months ago I wouldn’t have given this a second thought, and now the idea of being anywhere close to them makes me feel like gagging. What is wrong with me? What do you mean that’s what real love is like? You…you stop reading those chick books. You’re getting extra girly on me.

  “Have a good night, ladies,” I chuckle, twist the knob, and let myself into my small one bedroom apartment.

  Tossing the keys on the bar kitchen counter, I drop my gym bag, and kick off my shoes right at the door. Slowly, I stroll past the dark living room and down the small hall to my room knowing I should shower off, but not wanting risk waking Maxx up in the middle of the night again.

  This whole fucking time zone thing sucks. Between that, her work schedule, and my workout schedule, I barely speak to her for more than thirty minutes total a day. Do you have any idea what kinda fucking nightmare this is? It’s like quitting a drug cold turkey. And there’s no reason I should have to fucking quit her. We just started dating and instead of spending more time together we spend less. Does that make any goddamn sense to you?

  I flop down on the edge of the mattress and attempt to video call her.

  Hasn’t worked yet, but here’s to fucking hoping.

  Suddenly, Maxx’s face appears on my screen. She’s leaning over the camera, wet hair stuck to her face and wrapped in a white towel. My dick pops up before I even have a chance to process the sight.

  “Logan…” she coos my name on a happy sigh.

  God, that’s fucking good to hear.

  “Maximus.” I reply back, my eyes attempting to look down her towel.

  What do you want from me? Her tits are right there and soaking wet like some sort of fantasy reward for being a good boy all day. I feel I should be rewarded, don’t you?

  “Did you just get home?” she asks sitting down on our bed and picking up the phone.

  “Yeah. I can safely assume you just got out of the shower.”

  “Guilty,” she giggles and adjusts her towel.

  My dick twitches, urging me to say, “Drop the towel.”

  “I’m not dropping the towel,” Maxx snickers again.

  Relocating my body so my head is resting on the headboard and my legs are stretched out, I repeat sternly, “Drop the towel, Maxx.”

  Her brown eyes light up at the tone in my voice. She clenches her legs together.

  Glad I’m not the only one suffering.

  “Drop the towel, baby.”

  Maxx pulls apart the tucked in piece and lets the material pool around her, revealing her gorgeous tits that I have missed staring at, touching, licking. My cock pulsates again as my tongue moistens my lips at the memory of how good she fucking tastes.

  It’s lingering like I just had her. Fuck. I miss my girl.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

  “You’re just saying that because you’re horny.”

  I softly chuckle, my hand now wrapped around my cock over my shorts. “I’m horny because you’re beautiful.”

  “Not your best line, Logan…” the sound of her voice covering my body the way I wish her body actually could right now. “But not too terrible.”

  “I miss you, Maximus. All of you.”

  “All of me, huh?” Her playfulness is what I was hoping for. “Well, why don’t I give you a better view of all of me?”

  Ladies, feel free to walk away now if live porn is not your thing.

  Maxx positions the phone on our nightstand and backs up giving me a
glorious view of her entire body. Her gorgeous mocha colored skin, her perfect full tits that my hands are reaching out for, her curves that my tongue is dying to map out, and an ass so phenomenal I can’t wait to tattoo my name on it all over again. I slide my cock out of my shorts and begin stroking while watching her stand on display like some sort of sex doll.

  Without waiting for instructions, she runs her fingertips across her boobs gently feathering her nipple. I increase the speed I’m pumping tremendously. Maxx’s hands dance slowly across her stomach and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, the sight of my beautiful girlfriend alone will be enough to shove me over the edge if we both keep up at this rate. Her hands caress each delicate curve while my mind pretends to do the same. She keeps up with the rhythmic touching, moaning softly when she grazes spots where I know my touch drives her crazy.

  I’m convinced, now more than ever, that inside every nerd girl is a sex kitten waiting to be petted. Did you just meow?

  The moment her fingers trail between her thighs to touch her clit, I state, “No.” Confused she stops like she’s waiting for instructions. Instead I say, “Nobody gets to touch you there, baby, but me.”

  Her jaw hits the ground as she scoffs, “But it’s my body—”

  “And over the last four years I’m sure you touched it plenty. Let me make it clear for you, Maximus. Every orgasm that comes out your body will be from my touch, my lips, or my dick. Every orgasm that comes out of you has my name already branded on it. So get your hand away from my territory and finish that sexy dance you were giving me.”

  Fair? Absolutely. No. Don’t argue.

  She smiles and resumes touching herself in a tantalizing way, hands giving my cock what it needs, moans feeding the release from not having had one since the morning I left.

  Way too fucking long not to masturbate. I’m a guy. I could fucking die. Die. Do you want me to die? Why are you laughing? Dying from blue balls is almost worse than having your dick chopped off.

  “Close, Logan?” her voice purrs when one of her hands caresses an ass cheek. The same ass cheek I am gonna be grabbing sooner rather than later, I hope. Too wrapped up in how good the strokes feel and how gorgeous she looks to have a cocky comeback, I merely nod. Maxx runs her fingers through her hair and breathlessly says, “God, Logan.” That’s my undoing. Suddenly, I’m coming apart, days’ worth of not taking her morning, noon, and night leaking out of me, covering the very expensive gym shorts I’m required to wear.