Mr. Right Now: Vol. 3: Drinks On Us Tonight

HJ Bellus

Mr. Right Now, Volume 3

Copyright © 2015 by HJ Bellus.

Formatting: JRA Stevens

Cover Designer: Red Bird Designs

Photographer: FuriousFotog

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

“Can I have that chocolate stuff for breakfast?”

Dax muffles his laugh while he finishes shaving over the sink. The steaming hot water keeps covering the mirror in a foggy haze. He does his best to wipe it away with his towel. He just properly fucked Birdy in there and gave her some alone time.

Last night, Cole stayed late with them in room 211. The three of them had a good time laughing and talking about lighter elements of life, pushing all the dark shit away. Holden found a new love last night, and it had nothing to do with Dax, and everything to do with chocolate. Once she took the first bite, it was on. Birdy ate until she gorged herself.

Dax chuckles, remembering her pulling up her tank to expose her little pooch of a belly and saying, “Look, I’m pregnant.” The two Sterling brothers never laughed so hard at something so innocent and corny, but Dax couldn’t be prouder, and he knows Cole’s right there with him.

Dax sent Cole a quick message this morning, saying they were still on for the hospital. He mentally notes that he needs to make more of an effort to reach out to Cole. Cole’s always been the brother to carry all the family’s troubles on his shoulders, and Dax also wants more dirt on Creed. If he has to guess, his brother fell in love.

“Towel, please.”

Dax turns to see a very wet Birdy in front of him. Her hair drapes over her shoulders, with the length of it barely covering each nipple. His cock instantly grows hard again, even though they just fucked minutes ago. He’s always known he’s a bastard, and knows her body might not be able to handle him again, but he might as well live up to his title.

He drops his razor with specks of shaving cream splattered on his jawline, and then steps within inches of her standing in the tub. Dax loosens his towel and lets it drop to the ground. He hears Birdy gasp, and then sees her eyes focused on his cock.

“Towel, please,” she repeats.

Dax’s eyes dart down to the towel in a heap on the white tile. Fuck, he’s such a bastard, but there’s something inside that he can’t control. He follows Birdy’s gaze as it drops to the towel covering his toes, and when she drags her eyes back up, he’s already stroking himself. She stops and studies him.

Her eyes on him make him fucking incredibly hot. She finally steps from the tub and sinks to her knees, running her palms down his chest. Dax watches her slow, seductive movements. She peers up at him, and he has to hold himself back from jamming his cock into her mouth. This has to be on her time, but the picture below him is about to make him explode.

“You don’t have to.” Dax slows his strokes a bit, trying to hold back his cum.

Birdy covers his hand with hers, practicing the pace of the motion. Dax stares at her pale hand on his own large olive-colored one, and knows it’s missing something. She needs a big fucking rock on her hand while stroking his cock.

Dax jumps back the moment Birdy’s lips wrap around him. His hand freezes at the sensation of her mouth tasting him. She’s not shy about it as she pries his hand away from his cock and begins making long movements. Dax feels the back of her throat, and then she gently slides out until his tip almost falls from her mouth. He pushes his hips forward a little to prevent that from happening. She goes deep again, causing her to gag. He knows this isn’t going to last long and wants to hold on just a bit longer to feel her mouth on him.

Her teeth skim his skin as she pulls back one more time, and it’s this action that ignites him. He clutches her head and begins to help her move on him. He quickens the pace.

“Harder, suck harder, teeth.” It comes out a growl. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to go.”

He grabs his cock and pulls back from her, but she’s quicker than he is and clutches his ass cheeks, cementing him to her mouth. Within seconds he shoots his load, and he is impressed with how well Birdy takes it, swallowing every ounce and then cleaning off his cock with her tongue.

She holds her arms up above her head and paws at his chest; Dax bends over and picks her up. He can manhandle her with his eyes closed. She wraps her legs around his middle and then kisses him.

With her lips still planted on his, she says, “I want forever outside of six weeks, and I want you to keep helping me grow. And when we have bad days like yesterday, I want you to tuck me in and feed me chocolate cake.”

Dax fights back the tears as her words sink in. He wants nothing more than to give her forever. He’ll die protecting and loving this girl.

“It’s so on, Birdy. I love you.”

Their lips seal again, finding a sweet and tender rhythm.

“Oh, and one more thing. I want a new name. Call me Birdy forever.”

“Okay, Birdy Forever.”

***

Cole does a better job of preparing Birdy than Dax, since he wants to protect her from the harsh reality of what they’re about to do. Cole doesn’t sugarcoat it. A couple times Dax was ready to slug him in the back of the head. Fuck, the man is business all the time. Dax is convinced that Cole only sees life in black and white.

“So once the ventilator is pulled, she’ll die?” Birdy asks.

“No, it doesn’t work that way. It will take time, and that’s the part we don’t know for sure.” Cole does an excellent job of being patient with her.

“And Eli doesn’t know this is happening?”

“He knows Chloe’s mom has been debating it. You know it’s not an easy decision.”

“But she’s pregnant.”

“It’s no good, Birdy, either way you slice it.” Dax leans in and kisses her forehead. “You know you don’t have to come with us.”

“No.” She squeezes his hand. “I’m here with you.”

The three of them drive the remaining way in silence. They arrive before Kam and settle into the cozy waiting room.

“Dax.” Birdy turns his chin to face her. “If I was Chloe, I’d want you to do this for me. Let me go and move on.”

He places his fingers over her lips to silence her and shakes his head. “They’d have to kill me first. God, my heart hurts for Eli.”

Kam enters the waiting room, looking rougher than rough with his bloodshot eyes and unkempt hair. Upon closer inspection, Dax spots all the lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt. He’s on his feet and in front of his brother within moments.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Are you even sober?”

Dax gets his answer when Kam opens his mouth to speak and the scent of alcohol rolls off him. “Calm down. I had a good time last night. I’m here.”

Dax wraps his fists around Kam’s collar and shoves his body into the wall, rattling the art hanging beside him.

“Fucking grow up, Kam.”

“Real rich coming from you, but I guess since you sunk your cock into the golden pussy you’re the mature one now.”

“You motherfucker, don’t you ever…”

Cole breaks in between the brothers. It takes several seconds, but he manages to part them. As soon as Dax readies himself to finish ripping on his brother, two more people come into the room.

It’s Chloe’s mom and Eli, and three doctors follow. He studies his brother and knows Eli hasn’t given up hope and is ready to battle. How in the hell is he supposed to do this to his own brother? Dax isn’t one hundred percent on the bandwagon of ending life support. He watches as the other two brothers wrap up Eli in a quick hug and also greet Chloe’s mom.

Dax does it the opposite way, giving her mom a quick hug, then grabbing Birdy’s hand and going over to Eli. He drops her hand and hugs him with everything he has.

“I love you, bro.”

Eli doesn’t respond, and Dax doesn’t expect him to. He sits next to Eli and has Birdy sit on the other side of him. He’s always been the bodyguard of the group, and now more than ever he feels the need to protect his baby brother.

“We’re here to discuss Chloe’s options,” the tallest doctor says.

“There are no options,” Eli is quick to defend with his jaw clenched tight.

“Eli.” Chloe’s mom turns to face him. “It’s time, son. I have signed all the legal documents and am discontinuing life support.” Tears attack her speech, and she has to stop to regain her composure. “We’ll enjoy the rest of the time God has given us with her.”

“Bullshit.” Eli is up on his feet. “I’m not okay with killing her, and no one else in this room should be either.”

“Son, there just hasn’t been enough improvement over the past day. She was doing great and fighting hard, but she’s hit a brick wall.” The doctor tries to give Eli a half smile.

Eli throws his hands up to the back of his head and stares at the ceiling. “Unbelievable. What’s her chance of survival?”

“Not great,” the same doctor says.

The female doctor with long brunette hair steps up to Eli. “If I may? I’ve seen patients turn around quite rapidly. There’s always hope. It’s going to depend on her fight.”

“Can we be there when she’s taken off the ventilator?” her mother asks.

“No.” The group of doctors turn to her. “We’ll do it, and then you’ll immediately be able to go up there and be with her.”

“So, that’s it?” Eli yells. “No discussion or debate. You motherfuckers are telling me there’s nothing, not one
fucking
thing I can do.”

“Sir.” A security officer steps in the waiting room. “Watch your mouth.”

Eli, being of a larger build, towers over the security guard.

“Give it your best shot, cocksucker. I just lost the love of my life and unborn baby.”

Eli doesn’t give the guard a chance to retaliate as he bulldozes his way over toward the door, his chest puffed out and ready to attack. Dax is on his feet and grabs the back of Eli’s shirt before he can do anything insanely stupid.

“Not now, brother, not now.”

Dax drags him straight past the guard into the hallway, but before he steps out of view, he turns to see a pale and frightened Birdy.

“Cole.” He points his finger toward her, and his brother picks up on the clue and moves from his chair to Dax’s. He clutches Birdy’s hand and listens to the doctors talking while Dax continues to haul his brother from the hospital. He manages to get him halfway down the hall before he can let go of him.

“I’ll knock your fucking lights out right here if you keep fighting me.” Dax has an eyebrow raised, studying his brother. “Let’s walk out to the rose garden.”

Surprisingly, Eli follows Dax down the long hallways. He was sure he’d have to knock him out to make any progress. He pushes the door open to the outside and lets Eli go first. Both men settle on a small bench.

“You’ve only knocked me out once, and it was when I was like nine.”

Dax laughs at his brother and remembers the day when he did knock the cocky brat out. “You were a fucking shit.”

“I can’t lose her, Dax.”

“I know.” He lets out a long puff of air. “You just need to pray. It’s all you have left.”

“I had a dream last night.” Eli spreads his legs out and leans back against the bench. “It was Mom rocking my baby. It was bundled in a light blue blanket, and she was singing to him like she did to us every night.” Eli pulls his aviators from the front pocket of his shirt and places them on his face. “You’d think that was a bad sign, right?”

“Maybe you were just wanting Mom to help and comfort you.”

“It scared the shit out of me seeing Mom holding the baby and knowing she’s dead, but before I woke, she told me something.”

“What?”

“Not to give up hope and fight for my girls.”

Dax doesn’t know how to respond. He’s never been one to believe in dreams or any of the meaning behind him. How does he tell Eli it was probably just a silly dream?

“I won’t give up, Dax.”

“One of us is going to be here with you from now on.”

He watches Eli nod and is quite surprised he didn’t shrug off the offer.

“Who’s that girl in the waiting room?”

“My girlfriend.” Dax cringes saying it to Eli and feeling as happy as he does when his brother is suffering.

“She’s fucking hot and looks too good for you.”

“Bingo and motherfucking bingo, boy.”

Dax ruffles up Eli’s hair and lets his arm rest on the back of his shoulders.