Chloe's Donor

by Ferruci, Sabine

  “And I thought you special ops guys never quit.”

  “If the mission’s gone belly-up, you get the hell out of Dodge.”

  “God save me from macho men.” He shook his head and sat his mug on a napkin. “You’re too scared to stay.”

  “I don’t stay where I’m not wanted.” It was too fucking painful to know that someone who supposedly loved you really preferred to be with, oh, for example, anybody but you.

  “Idiot. She’s pushing you out because she’s afraid you won’t stay.” He patted his mouth with a napkin. “And I thought gay relationships were complex.”

  The doorbell rang and Dev gladly hopped off the counter to pay the pizza delivery guy. He carried the two boxes back into the kitchen. “I have extra cheese and a supreme. But you only get to share if you quit riding my ass.”

  “Now there’s a picture.” He crossed his legs and grinned.

  Dev snorted. “In your dreams, pal.”

  “Don’t worry, Gallagher. You’re not my type.” He stood to get plates from Chloe’s cabinets and set aside the paper plates Dev had pulled out. “Now your friend who brought the phone is a different matter all together.”

  “I so do not want to hear this.” Dev loaded up with supreme, then walked into the dining room table he’d set for his farewell romantic dinner. He flipped on her CD player and swapped the classical disk for something more in tune with his mood. Garth Brooks singing about lost love should do the trick.

  * * * *

  Chloe had gone out with Liz for ice cream after the Lamaze class. When they pulled up to the curb, she was surprised to see Jay’s sedan parked outside her house. However, she was flabbergasted when she walked into the front door and found he and Dev sprawled over her living room furniture watching a Braves game.

  The dining room table was littered with two pizza boxes and three beer bottles. “Looks like you two had a good time.”

  Jay stood and walked to a package leaning against the dining room wall. “It’s about time you got home. Baseball has to be the slowest game on the face of the earth. At least in football, the uniforms are hot.”

  Dev muted the television. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. “I like your brother, sugar, but he makes a man real glad to be back near his woman.” They both watched Jay unwrap the canvas and turn it around to face them. She felt Dev freeze behind her.

  It was a watercolor painting of the two of them. Jay had drawn Dev standing behind Chloe with his arms around her and both of their hands sitting on her pregnant belly, kind of like they were right now, except they were dressed in the clothes that they’d worn to the courthouse. Dev had worn a gray suit and tie with a white shirt the day they were married. He looked perfectly comfortable draped around Chloe’s back. Jay had captured a variety of emotions on his face. His eyes conveyed pride, protectiveness, and possession, all tempered by the merest hint of a satisfied grin.

  Chloe had dressed in a deep rose sundress that hugged her pregnant belly. She had piled her hair on top of her head and let small curls dangle around her face. On the painting, Jay had portrayed her hair intertwined with her long earrings. As for her face, Chloe had never seen herself look so deliriously content and happy.

  It made her throat ache. “It’s beautiful, Jay.”

  Dev moved next to her and stared at the painting before looking at Jay. “Pretty damn amazing.” His voice was gruff.

  Chloe went to Jay and hugged him, fighting tears. “Hey now,” he said, “This isn’t the reaction I was aiming for.”

  She laughed, choking back her tears. “It’s wonderful.”

  He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I think you should hang on to this one, Chloe.”

  “I’m not sure that’s possible,” she murmured.

  Jay shook his head. “It’s a wonder human beings haven’t gone extinct with the way you heterosexuals screw things up.”

  Dev walked Jay to the door and shook his hand. “The painting is amazing. You’re not just a pretty face after all.”

  “Yes, well we all have our talents. Among others, yours seems to be that you make my sister happy. Don’t screw it up.”

  When Dev closed the door, he looked at her, then walked close and hugged her. He leaned back and studied her face. “Have you eaten?”

  “Just two scoops of ice cream. I’m ready for the next feeding.”

  He smiled and ushered her to the couch, lifting her legs onto the cushions. “Stay put.”

  Before she knew it, she was holding an empty plate that had been delivered to her with hot, gooey, cheese pizza. Her stomach was full, the baby had stopped kicking up a storm, and her feet were in Dev’s lap, getting a thorough foot massage. “God, that feels good.”

  Dev had his head back on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked grim. “Chloe. We need to talk.”

  And she knew. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

  He rolled his head on the couch back so he was looking at her. “In the morning. I’ve got a few things I need to take care of back at the base. I don’t know when I’ll be able to return to Atlanta.”

  She closed her eyes so that he wouldn’t see her pain. “Okay.”

  When she opened them again, he was staring at the painting intently. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” She nodded when his burning green eyes met hers. “Can you surrender yourself to me tonight, Chloe?”

  Chapter Six

  She wasn’t’ sure what he was asking for, but it didn’t seem to matter. Chloe wasn’t falling in love with him. She loved him. And he was leaving, probably because she had hurt his feelings when she wouldn’t take him to Lamaze class or invite him to the birth of their baby.

  Tonight, she knew that he was going to demonstrate just how much she was going to miss him, but she was greedy for every touch, every kiss that branded her as his, so she told him the simple truth. “I’m yours.”

  His face flashed with satisfaction. He continued to massage her feet, then slowly pulled her forward, more onto his thighs. Lifting the leg closest to him, he kissed her foot and then positioned it on the back of the couch. Her ankle length skirt drifted up high over her thighs and she knew he could see her pale pink underwear that were already soaked with desire. Dev folded her other leg at the knee and nudged her inner thigh. “Open up, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

  His finger traced the silk covered crevice of her lips. When her pelvis jerked up, his other hand held her hip still, preventing her from making further contact than the whisper soft caress of his fingertip up and down her slit. “Dev,” she moaned, wanting so much more.

  Eyes flashing with possession, he kissed her inner thigh. “We’ve got all night, sugar.” He reached for the lace at the top of her underwear, but instead of slipping them down her hips as she expected, he pulled them up snugly against her, working the leg openings closer and closer to her center. She was left with a makeshift g-string, coursing snugly between her buttocks, pressing tightly along ever sensitized, swollen nerves in her vulva.

  His nail ran over the tight silk, front to back, tantalizing her clit and each opening. When she lifted her hips frantically, he pushed her pelvis down. “No, sugar. I’m in charge tonight. I need you to hold real still for me.”

  She moaned with frustration. “I can’t.”

  “I’ll help you out, sweetheart.” To her dismay, he caressed one of her knees while he lifted his hips and reached into his pocket for his keys. He flipped open a small contraption that gleamed and began to cut her cotton skirt straight up the front. Standing, he slipped it out from beneath her and tore several long strips that he attached to the legs of the couch near her head. He presented the two ends to her.

  “Hold on to these, baby.” She gripped each piece of cloth tightly. Dev kissed each wrist and then wound the slack cloth about her arms until there was just a small tail hanging near her elbow. “Every time you think you need to move, I want you to pull real
hard on these bindings.”

  Chloe knew she could unwind her arms anytime she wanted, but she felt bound and staked out for his pleasure. A shudder ran through her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Daddy will let you go when you’ve shown what a good girl you can be.” The couch beneath her had to be drenched.

  He sat at her side and traced his fingers over her breasts through her cotton blouse, while his other hand pulled her underwear more tightly against her and traced his finger over the wet silk at her core. Chloe pulled hard on the makeshift rope, squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her hips to stay still. His hands left her panties. “Watch me.”

  She opened her eyes and met his smoldering gaze. Part of her wanted to kick him when she saw a hint of a satisfied grin twitch at his lips. But another part wanted to do what he asked and bring him to his knees. She licked her lips and let her legs drift further apart, never letting her eyes leave his. “Like this, Daddy?” she asked in her best little girl voice.

  The muscle twitching in his suddenly stern face was answer enough. Very soon, his clever blade had divided the front of her blouse, but to her amazement, he merely carved out two tight openings in her bra for her nipples, which he carefully lifted through before tucking her shirt tightly behind her. “Beautiful.” He returned his keychain to his pocket and reached for her nipples, plucking and pressing, nudging and gently pulling.

  Chloe gasped and pulled again on her bindings, never letting her gaze drop from his. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, dropping his head to her nipples and rewarding her by cupping her mound as he mouthed her nipples with soft sucking kisses. He placed a thumb on her clit and pressed through the wet silk, allowing his other fingers to drift down over her swollen lips, now dissected by the tight cloth.

  Pulling so tightly she could hear the material rip, Chloe froze her lower body and gasped. “Dev. Please.”

  He lifted his head. “What does my little girl want?”

  She narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in her vagina. She was so close. “Your little girl wants to come. And it better be damn soon.”

  He laughed and stood up near her head. “Daddy wants to keep his little girl happy.” Leaving the button of his jeans fastened, he carefully unzipped his fly and lifted his engorged penis and balls free, glaringly male against the dark cloth of his jeans. He tucked the bottom of his t-shirt into the top of his jeans so that her view would not be obscured. “Is this what my little girl wants?”

  “Yes,” she snapped. She wanted it more than her next breath.

  His knife appeared again and he cut the bindings near the floor, leaving the ends trail off of her arms. He lifted her off the couch and had her stand at the end of the couch, leaning over the arm, making sure there was no pressure on her womb by putting couch cushions beneath her breasts and shoulders. The whole time, his hard cock bobbed around in front of her, tantalizing her with its nearness. She wanted to lathe and caress and suck him until his head would explode with the rest of him.

  He kneeled on the couch in front of her. “You see something you like, baby?”

  Oh, yes, and she’d show him just how much. Letting the ends of the black bindings drift over him, she slowly wrapped it under his sack and pulled him forward. Without warning, she engulfed him whole, taking as much as she could fit. The only time she stopped the suction was to murmur her approval against his shaft.

  “Christ!” he hissed, holding her face and prying her lips off of him. “You play dirty, lady.” She would have laughed if she wasn’t in such need.

  Dev quickly moved around behind her and tugged and pulled on her makeshift g-string. She heard his knife again as he cut holes in the crotch, but left the silk pulled tightly against her core. His fingers fluttered through her juices, skipping over her engorged lips, making her whimper with need.

  Positioning his cock at her needy vagina, he slowly rocked against her, pulling her panties tight with one hand and smoothing his wet finger against her sensitized back opening. She sucked in a breath at the strange sensation, and felt his cock enter the lips of her vagina, tantalizing in its nearness. Each time he pressed deeper, his finger pressed more firmly against her rear opening. He reached around with his other hand and grabbed the bindings that were still draped around her arms, curling them up in his large fist.

  With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his finger slipping inside her simultaneously, and draped his still clothed body over her back. The complete fullness, the sight of his hand around her bindings, lifting her arms in front of her, the rasp of the rough jeans against her backside and his t-shirt against her naked back were all too much for her. He reared back and thrust again, hissing in her ear, “Come for me now.”

  She clenched around him, throbbed around his thickness, each convulsion rippling throughout her body, pulsing to her nipples, stiffening her limbs, melting her heart, and fusing her forever to his soul. There was no doubt. She was his.

  Chapter Seven

  For the eighty-first time since returning from his physical therapy session, Dev’s eyes drifted to the painting on his apartment wall. With no qualms at all, he had procured it from Chloe’s living room yesterday morning and hauled it back to North Carolina. He figured he deserved full custody of something, even if it was destined to drive him bat shit.

  “B.D., this is Houston. Come in B.D.” Rick Price, one of his oldest Delta buddies, was sprawled on Dev’s worn out couch, looking comfortable in a wrinkled Hawaiian shirt, cut offs and a worn pair of flip flops. His dark hair was nearly grown out to his shoulders and his skin was tan from his recent assignment abroad. Best of all, he was conveniently off the deployment roster for the next thirty days.

  “I’ve got a favor to ask.”

  “Does it have something to do with the luscious babe in the painting?”

  Dev wanted to smash in Rick’s face for just admiring Chloe’s image, which was a real pisser since he was about to ask his friend to do oh so much more to the real woman. “I need for you to go to Atlanta for a week or so.”

  Rick took a swig of his water. “Not a problem. I’m always up for a road trip.”

  “My friend, Chloe ....” Dev stopped to clear his throat and nodded toward the painting. “Actually, she’s temporarily sort of my wife.” When Rick did no more than lift an eyebrow, Dev continued on. “She needs an alarm system in her house.”

  Rick’s eyes narrowed and he started to peel the label off of the water bottle. “And the reason you can’t put in the alarm system is, what? Your scheduled tee time with the General?”

  Dev hated the fucking game of golf. “Screw you. I’ll ask someone else.”

  Rick snorted. “That I’ve got to see.”

  Dev rubbed his throbbing forehead. His empty apartment with its roomy, vacant bed had not inspired sleep last night and asking for a favor was harder than hiking twenty clicks with a full pack. Rick and he had that in common, along with a lot of other shared history, so one of them usually snagged the other when they were in any kind of bind.

  “Look. The marriage is not really working out.”

  “Uh huh. You look real unhappy in that painting.” Rick looked up at the portrait while he took another swig of water. “What’s the problem? Is that someone else’s bun in the oven?”

  “Christ, how did you manage to stay alive until now, Price?” Dev snapped. “You never know when to back off.”

  Rick leaned forward and set the bottle down, flexed his hands, and subtly shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. Smart man. He knew Dev was one micron away from kicking his ass. Or trying to.

  “I’m not jumping into a mission half-assed,” said Rick, “without some idea of what the hell is going on. Especially since it’s your wife we’re talking about. I’d feel safer going back to Baghdad wearing a t-shirt with an American flag.” When Dev remained silent, Rick continued, all humor gone from his eyes. “If you want my cooperation, cough up some Intel. Is it your kid or not?�
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  “Yes.” It gave him fierce satisfaction to say it.

  “And you don’t want to hang around the pregnant mom.” Rick stood up and walked closer to the painting, then whistled softly. “It’s obviously not because she’s butt ugly. Is she a nutcase?” He looked back over his shoulder. “A chatty Cathy in the sack?”

  When Dev merely glared at him, he put his hands in his back pockets and forged ahead. “Did she turn off the nookie when she got the ring on her finger?” Rick wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk, obviously willing to keep it up until he got the truth. Or got Dev to go for his throat.

  Since the latter was so tempting, Dev straightened out his sore knee and limped over to the window, which overlooked the not so scenic suburban Fayetteville. “Look. She’s okay. Better than okay.” He turned back to his friend. “But I need to back off before I .…”

  “Can’t leave?”

  “Get screwed by a woman again. It’s only a matter of time before she finds someone else. I’d rather it be sooner than later.”

  Rick’s eyes widened. “And you want me to be the sooner?” He wandered to the kitchen counter and leaned back on his elbows. The casual maneuver strategically positioned the couch between them. “As I recall, you nearly ripped your baby brother’s head off three years ago for doing a similar favor for you with your fiancé.”

  “Yeah, well I didn’t ask Connor to do me any favors with Susan. He plunged in all by himself.”

  “To show you what a two-timing bitch she was.”

  It was true, and he really needed to smooth things over with his brother, but that would wait until this was settled. “All I want you to do is show up, take a few days to put in the alarm system, and see how things go with her, see if she’s interested. I left a note telling her you’d be coming to do the install and that you’d need a place to stay.”

  “That’ll make it convenient for our hump-a-thon.”

  “Do not talk about her like that.”