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by Heart, Alison


  “Don’t worry. He’ll call. You’ll see. Unless he’s dead or something.”

  “Julie!” I reproached with shocked expression.

  “What? Just saying. Shit happens, you know. Hey you want to grab dinner.”

  “Nah. I’m beat. I think I’ll drop you off and run to the grocery store, then eat at home and relax for the rest of the night. I’ve got to work at eight tomorrow.”

  The entire car ride home I thought about Jake. I could hardly hold a conversation with Julie.

  After dropping her off and going to the store, I glumly made my way home.

  As I rounded the corner of my street, I saw a dark figure sitting in the rain at my doorstep. I slowed down as I approached my house.

  Jake!

  I pulled into the driveway. He waved and stood up slowly. He was soaked to the bone.

  I got out and gave him a cold stare. “What are you doing?”

  “Waiting for you.”

  “How long have you been out here? God you look terrible.”

  “I don’t know. Since this morning sometime.”

  “This morning??!” It was now just after five in the evening. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up. Help me with the groceries.”

  He proceeded to enlighten me on the previous day’s events. Astounded doesn’t even remotely come close to describing how I felt about Dan’s warning; I didn’t know what he had up his sleeve, but he must have had something more than that on Jake.

  But what really broke my heart was hearing about Jake’s brother. Thank God he was ok; I could only imagine what poor Jake must have went through last night waiting for an update on him.

  “Oh baby,” I cooed, giving him a hug. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you call me?”

  “I don’t know,” he shook his head. “It wasn’t long after I got home that I received the bad news on Chance, and with the blow Dr. Hartley gave me, I have to be completely honest, I didn’t give you a thought until it was too late at night. I guess I needed to be alone to think things through.”

  I wish he had called me; I would have liked to be there for him. But getting men to share their feelings is like pulling teeth, so in that sense I wasn’t much surprised why he didn’t call me. He probably cried like a baby and didn’t want me to see him in so much pain.

  “Let’s get you out of your wet clothes and into the shower; they can sit in the dryer while we clean up. I just finished a hike with Julie, so I need to rinse off as well.”

  We proceeded to undress. Just seeing Jake’s naked body again was enough to drown me in a torrent of sexual desire. I knew it was inappropriate to touch him sexually after all he had been through, so I kept my hands to myself.

  But oh how I wanted to feel him inside me.

  My fingers shook with pent up frustration as I turned the shower on. We both stepped in to the small stall, and I couldn’t help but bump into him a little.

  “Oh baby, you’re freezing,” I complained, touching his chest. I turned the water up a little hotter and wrapped my arms around him.

  The water blasted down and around us as I held him close, feeling him, taking him in, his body so dangerously close to mine I felt as if I was going to burst.

  He pressed me tightly into him and kissed me on top of the head. Then he drew my face up to his and kissed me so slowly and sensually that I thought my legs were going to buckle.

  We remained in the hot, steamy water, kissing like long lost lovers who had found each other after an extensive absence. Neither spoke, we merely basked in the caress of each other’s body.

  After several minutes I asked, “Would you like to stay for dinner? I can quick whip up some cream of potato soup and a cheese sandwich if you’d like. I’m sorry, but I’m a vegetarian. I hope that’s okay?”

  “That sounds great,” he said, with that same unmistakable expression in his eyes that conveyed to me without a shadow of a doubt that he needed me.

  Dan never looked at me that way. I could tell he thought I was attractive, but his gaze never told me that he needed me. All of me.

  “Good. Because I want you to stay.” I stood on my tiptoes to plant one more kiss firmly on his mouth before fetching his clothes from the dryer.

  “Yesterday was quite the ride. Started high, ended spectacularly low,” Jake revealed as he watched me make dinner. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about school, though.”

  I felt wretched as I thought about his predicament. I could tell by the look in his eye that he had already chosen me over school, and I felt like a criminal because I would essentially be stealing over four years of his life; years of investment he could never recover, and I could never repay.

  “Oh well. I’m going to stretch it out for as long as I can, until they bring in the police to pull me out, if that’s what it comes to. Maybe in the meantime something will come up and get me off the hook.”

  Come up…

  “Come up! That’s it,” I said excitedly, almost knocking over the kettle of soup. “Shit, Jake, take a look at this!”

  I retrieved the picture of Dan fucking the girl and held it up for Jake to look at.

  “Damn,” he smirked. “Ruby, you shouldn’t be showing me this. This is private.”

  “Yeah, huh? How damning is that?” I beamed.

  “I’ll say. Boy does he have a little boner. That’s pathetic. Seriously, though, I, uh, I appreciate you sharing and all, but you can keep that sort of thing to yourself. I have zero in interest in seeing Dr. Hartley’s tiny penis. That’s one good reason why one shouldn’t wait to have sex after one is married.”

  I laughed so hard it brought tears to my eyes. After I recovered and caught my breath I continued, “Jake, don’t you understand? This is the picture I took of Dan fucking the other woman!”

  “Huh,” he squinted and leaned closer to better examine the photo. “Oh my. He’s fucked, I’m fairly certain. I’m pretty sure that’s Rachel, a classmate of mine, and one of Dr. Hartley’s students. ”

  “You know her??”

  “Yup. They could both be fucked, actually.”

  We both silently considered the implications of our new findings.

  “Oh shit, I think something’s burning,” Jake sniffed.

  “Aagh!” I cried, “The sandwiches!”

  We both rushed over to the stove. “Rrrgh,” I fretted.

  “That’s okay, they aren’t too bad. I love burnt grilled cheese sandwiches. Really.”

  “Yeah. Oh well.”

  As the soup was already finished, we sat down to eat.

  “I wonder how we should go about presenting this to the medical directors,” I wondered.

  “I’m not sure. Vinny’s got a lawyer buddy we can ask, though. He might be able to help.”

  Like a true gentleman, Jake helped me clean up after dinner.

  Then, like a true stallion, he took my body to unimaginable places.

  When we finished tidying the kitchen, he picked me up and brought me to my bed.

  Apparently he didn’t get enough to eat, because without a second to lose he made the sweet spot between my thighs his second dinner.

  I moaned and writhed as he once again induced sensations I never knew I had.

  He lapped and sucked and bit my wanting sex, causing my head to toss back and forth, giving me the impression that I was floating.

  “Oohh,” I moaned like a wild animal in heat. “Oh God.”

  I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be taken care of. But right now all I wanted was to be destroyed.

  My back arched as he continued his relentless exploration of my pussy with his fingers, lips and tongue. It was everything I could do to restrain my body from convulsing violently. I needed to wait, I needed to orgasm with his giant penis lodged firmly inside. And just as I was about to peak, he stopped.

  “Oh God don’t, please don’t stop. No, oh God Jake,” I begged, slowly recovering my senses.

  My delirious eyes found his face looking up at mine. “What?” I asked, a
larmed by his determined expression.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, taking my hands in his. “Promise me you’ll never leave me, never want anyone else.”

  “Oh baby I’m yours, heart and soul, every inch and every part of my being is yours. I’ll love you forever.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  And with that he plunged his huge shaft into me with a desperate groan that said he needed this as badly as I did.

  Furiously he drove in and out, in and out, splitting my velvety sheath in two. Draping one of my legs over his shoulder and holding it there, he kept me securely in place as his manhood brought me to climax. With face contorted in ecstasy, I finally felt him expand, and a second later he exploded inside, filling my belly with his delicious seed. When my pussy had clamped, clenched and milked every last drop out of him, he collapsed beside me.

  I rolled over onto him as we both caught our breath.

  “Mmm, baby,” I purred with spent satisfaction.

  Chapter 20

  Jake

  It was bound to happen—there was no doubt in mind about it.

  But I was prepared.

  Three weeks after Dr. Hartley first confronted me, he called a meeting with the dean of the school and board of directors. Turns out he continued to spy on me and Ruby, and, true to his promise, was determined to get me expelled.

  Upon entering we were greeted by an agreeable, grey-haired gentleman. “Good day, Mr. Bishop. I’m Dr. Peter Smith, the dean of this institution. Thank you for meeting with us. And you are…” he turned and bowed slightly to my companions.

  “I’m Ruby Cain, Jake’s girlfriend.”

  “And I’m Attorney Nathan Hatfield. I’ll be representing Mr. Bishop in case your legal team has any questions for my client.”

  “Very well,” Dr. Smith nodded. “Considering the gravity of the charges and what’s at stake, I can understand why Mr. Bishop would want to consult an attorney. Please, sit down.”

  Dr. Hartley was seated at the far end of the table with a smug grin on his face. The little boy in me wanted to wipe that smirk off with my fists; and even though the man in me wanted to do the same, I was resolved to wreak far greater legal damage than my fists ever could.

  After introducing us to the four other board members present, Dr. Smith proceeded to get down to business.

  “Mr. Bishop, Dr. Hartley has informed me that you are involved in some sort of nefarious, underground fighting world, is this true?”

  “No sir, it is not. I am a professional mixed martial arts fighter. There’s nothing ‘underground’ about it. Fights are aired on TV, and I have to pay taxes on what I earn just like everybody else.”

  “Say, are you Jake ‘The Surgeon’ Bishop?” one of the board members asks, his face brightening.

  “I am.”

  “My son is a huge fan of yours! Could I please get your autograph? It would mean the world to him.”

  “Uh, of course.” It’s always humbling when someone asks for my autograph, although I wasn’t expecting such a request, considering the circumstances.

  “Dr. Wilson, please sit down! Now is not the time or the place,” Dr. Smith admonished. “We have a very serious matter to attend to.”

  The excited man quickly took his seat.

  “Mr. Bishop, what I and the board find to be the problem with your ‘profession’ is that it directly contradicts the very essence of being a doctor and our sworn oath ‘to do no harm,’ w—“

  At that moment my lawyer stood up. “Pardon me, Dr. Smith, if I may interrupt for a moment. I think I can save everyone here a good deal of time by saying that my client is in no way in violation of any legal precedents that would bar him from attending medical school. He is not involved in any illegal or criminal activity, and in fact is paid quite handsomely for his combative efforts, like many professional athletes. My client’s ability to ethically or legally practice medicine is not diminished any more than a football player or boxer would be under similar circumstances. Are football players not allowed to attend medical school because they break bones? Certainly not. I would advise you to consult the school’s legal department before expelling my client. I can assure you, you will lose in a court of law.”

  The room was silent; one could have heard a pin drop.

  “Bullshit!” Dr. Hartley almost yelled. “Of course he’s in violation! He, he knocks people unconscious. How can we possibly condone that kind of behavior?”

  “The more relevant question is,” my lawyer disputed, “is how can this fine medical establishment condone your behavior, Dr. Hartley?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked with an uneasy smirk, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

  “We have evidence suggesting sexual relations between you and a student.”

  A slight gasp suddenly pervaded the room.

  “What?!” Dr. Smith asked incredulously.

  “I hope you have some pretty serious evidence of that,” Dr. Hartley grinned arrogantly.

  “In fact we do.” My lawyer stood and held up a photo. “If I may present Exhibit A: here is a photograph, retrieved from Ms. Cain’s cell phone, of Dr. Hartley engaged in sexual relations with a student, name withheld at this time.”

  A substantial uproar ensued; Dr. Hartley turned white as a ghost.

  “And if I may add,” my lawyer continued, raising his voice, “The female student in the photo has quite incriminating evidence on her Facebook page suggesting acts of nepotism between her and Dr. Hartley has also occurred.”

  “We have to run this by legal immediately,” one of the board members declared. “I’m requesting assistance right now.”

  “Dr. Hartley, you will be suspended with pay, effective immediately, until this matter is resolved. I hope you have a strong defense,” Dr. Smith uttered gravely and rose to his feet.

  Six Months Later

  Ruby

  It’s 5:45am and the sun is just rising over the Pacific Ocean.

  The green mountains towering out of the sea provide a spectacular backdrop for our paradise wedding.

  Not a weirder band of misfits has probably ever populated this pristine island: Jake, myself, Julie, Ricky, Chance, Zach, Vinny and my mother, along with a preacher and a photographer are gathered on the beach.

  I’m wearing a dress of white silk. The dipped neckline borders the string of white pearls around my neck, and my matching earrings complete my elegant style.

  Jake is handsomely attired in a tuxedo; he is clean-shaven with a proper haircut.

  I catch myself thinking what a long way we’ve come in life.

  We feel a million miles away from the trailer trash from which we sprouted, but couldn’t be more satisfied with where we are heading.

  Ms. Murphy was right: life is an adventure. Ride it, learn from it, but don’t try to control it, because you will almost certainly fail. I wish she was here with us, but sadly she passed away only three weeks ago.

  The waves gently lap at the shore as the wedding ceremony begins. My mother already has a tear in her eye.

  I wonder how she’ll react when she finds out I’m pregnant.

 

 

 


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