TAKING OVER TROFIM (Dominion of Brothers series Book 4) (17 page)

The false concern of his father’s voice spoke up. “
Just called to see how last night went.”

“Bad.”

“
What was the emergency?”

“Car wreck full of teens.”

“
What’s their condition now?”

“There is such a thing called a patient-physician privilege confidentiality agreement. It means I can’t discuss other people’s health conditions to you or anyone else who doesn’t have their consent.”

“
And what’s stopping you from lying to me?”
His father’s gruff voice strained just a notch under barking.

“I’m sure you have a newspaper in front of you. Try a few headlines outside of the politics or financial sections.”

“
So where are you now? Sarah said she hadn’t spoken to you today, yet. Didn’t you think to call her after running out on her like that last night?”

“I got called into work, remember?” Shay glanced around, his attention scanning the parked cars, and the milling of families and others, coming and going from vehicle to beach. “If I owe apologies for every time that is going to happen there’d be no sense in her marrying a doctor.”

He looked for faces watching him, he looked for his father’s car or the wife’s car. But nothing popped out at Shay, except for Trofim, who stood like a ghost on the other side of the Mercedes staring back at him. Shay wasn’t even sure if Trofim was even allowing himself to breathe lest Shay’ father heard it and caught them together.

“
Even I would have thought to have heard from you by now?”

“Why is that? You made your peace before I left.”

“
This isn’t finished.”

“What? Are you all still waiting at the banquet hall for me to come back and kiss the bride you’re blackmailing me to marry?” Seeing the pain straining in his lover’s face was upsetting Shay and it showed in his tone, and in his answers toward his father. He didn’t usually try to incite him. Conversations with Benjamin Wilks were considerably shorter if Shay just went along with it. Nod and move on.

“
You watch your mouth with me, boy. A marriage to Sarah Londonaire will only put you in the rights in the eyes of society. I have gone through considerable trouble for you. And you will show me the proper respect.”
The bark was on now.

“You mean you don’t want anyone to know your son is gay, because it will look poorly on you as a man. Your politician buddies at the tea-bagger parties will all be staring at you, watching, gauging your actions to see if you act gay just like your son.”

“
No son of mine is gay! Do you hear me?!”
The bark turned into an angry command of denial.

“Does that mean I don’t have to listen to you anymore?”

“
You didn’t answer my question?”

“Which one was that?”

“
Tell me where you are, Shay. Or my next call is to Judge Leverette.”

Shay folded. “I’m at the beach.”

“
So you have time to go to the beach but not time to be present at your own engagement party or call your fiancée?”

“I was at the hospital all last night. I came out here for a jog and some fresh air before heading in again.”

“
Since when does a doctor have to do back to back weekend nights?
” His father’s suspicions growing in intensity.

“I’m an intern doctor. I work when they tell me to. And, since you failed to give me any of my money this month, I need the extra hours to make my loan payments.”

“
You didn’t think your engagement party came free did you?”
It was a low blow but not surprising. His father was good about gloating when it came to him spending Shay’s money.

Shay gritted his teeth, he knew it had to have come from his own money, and he feared what, if any, was left of it. “Then maybe next time I have to foot the bill, you’ll let me pick my own fiancé and invite
my
friends instead of yours.” And with that Shay hung up. He had no interest in furthering their discussion. His father was trying to keep track of him, and the less his father knew, the better. He just needed a little more time to get free of him. Four more months and it would be done.

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Trofim lay back on the bed, watching as Shay pushed up and abandoned their kissing match. Shay’s way of silencing his worry-fits after his father’s surprise phone call earlier that day. “Where you going?” He called after Shay who was edging off the bed.

“Nowhere, sweetheart. Just want to get something.” Shay answered as he went to his bag next to the dresser. He rummaged around a moment then returned to the bed. But, whatever he held in his hand, he kept held slightly behind him, keeping Trofim from seeing it in the dim light.

“What did you get out of your bag?” Trofim wasn’t so sure if he should be nervous or excited.

Shay didn’t answer, climbing up on the bed on his knees, and then sat back on his heels. He reached over grabbing ahold of Trofim’s legs and dragged him to him.

Trofim could see he had something in his head, but couldn’t make out as to what. When his legs were draped over his love’s thighs, Shay reached over him, the item in his hand pointed towards his legs. The very shape of the shadow only alarmed Trofim and he jerked his leg away as his brain tried to tell him the shadowed implement was a scalpel. “Hey— hey— hey! What the hell are you doing?”

But Shay moved fast and then Trofim felt a shocking glance of cool metal on his skin but the following sensation didn’t match his horror when something prickly rolled up the inside of his thigh and triggered his ticklishness. Again Trofim kicked to escape the sensation and he swung his hand out to knock Shay’s hand with the mystery toy away as he burst out in a hard laugh, “Stop, what is that?”

“Shhhh, just be still.” Shay ordered with a tight tone as if he meant business. But once the thing in Shay’s hand rolled up Trofim’s skin again, there just wasn’t any holding still. Whatever it was tickled far too much for Trofim to sit still for.

“No, no— stop— stop.” He laughed, “What are you doing?” Trofim squirmed away making his way over the bed and reached for the side lamp and clicked it on. He squinted into the intrusive light then glance over his shoulder back to Shay. Shay’s mischievous grin was marred with a bit of annoyance then crawled toward him again. Only this time, Trofim could see what was in his hand. While yes the stainless steel handle wasn’t too much different from a scalpel, there was no blade, just a wheel with prickly points on it. Like one of the things seamstresses used. Or like the ones he had seen at Club Pain.

“Where’d you get the wheel thing?”

“It’s called a Wartenburg wheel, mind you, and I plucked one from the supply room at the hospital.” Shay rolled Trofim back to his belly and tried again. He rolled the pinwheel over Trofim’s right ass cheek and right away Trofim slammed his face down into the bed, biting into the covers and bounced his legs about in a fit of ticklish laughter.

“Knock it off. You’re not supposed to be laughing.” Shay scolded him.

Trofim twisted then rolled over, looking up at Shay. The look on his face was almost as laughable as the tickling, the expression of bruised ego was just too adorable on his man. But, Trofim wasn’t about to laugh at his lover. “I’m sorry, Shay. I don’t mean to, but it does tickle.”

Shay’s brows crunched over his eyes, “It’s not supposed to tickle, it’s supposed to kind of hurt. Like, good hurt or something.”

“Where did you get your information from?”

“You wanted to try some new things, so I’d been doing some browsing on the internet. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find something that doesn’t involve whips and such?”

Trofim almost let out an
awww
for Shay. But something in the man’s face was trying to be serious. “I’m sorry, my love.” And he reached out his hand and waited for Shay to lean down within reach so Trofim could touch his face like he always did.

Shay tossed the Wartenburg back toward his bag then stretched out over Trofim, deciding a lesson in braille over his lover’s body might be more successful explorations. “The second challenge was trying to come up with a toy that wouldn’t leave marks on your skin.” Shay fussed as his eyes floated over Trofim’s lips, then came down to kiss them several times playfully.

“Did your information also tell you, you should be familiar with an implement before using it on your partner?”

“Yes and I am.”

“You use a prong at the hospital?”

“Yes, for my clinic hours to test sensation.”

Trofim cupped his lover’s face until their kiss ceased to be tender for Shay’s bruised ego and began taking a turn for sultry lust. He coiled around his man’s neck, then wrapped himself, legs and all around Shay and hummed to him before deciding on an official come back. “Are you trying to tell me you would like to explore some kink stuff?”

Shay let out a groan and kissed him, but nodded. “I am telling you I plan to take pleasure in exploring more of your needs.”

Trofim tightened his arms, moving his body under Shay to cheat out some direct contact then reach past his leg to find Shay’s cock so it could be fed to his body. When he found the thick long shaft, Trofim strained his arm further, wrapped his fingers around it, and guided his lover to his hole.

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“Lube?” Shay reminded him.

Trofim let out a huff, releasing his find and his lover, so Shay could reach across the bed to the night stand for the bottle. Trofim was already reaching for Shay’s cock once more as Shay blindly dribbled some of the lube out over Trofim’s ass, and the hand in the way, then used the broad head of his shaft to smear it around, sliding over Trofim’s hole.

Ever the impatience one, Trofim was already reaching between them, wrapping his long fingers around Shay’s cock to guide him in.

“I think the first thing we should explore is handcuffs.” Shay growled, but he didn’t refuse either and he pushed his hips down. His cock sliding slowly past the tight ring of muscle of Trofim’s hole. The snug kiss of Trofim’s body sending shock waves along Shay’s shaft that then went racing up his spine like chills. “Oh fuck.”

Shay just couldn’t explain it, when he made love to Trofim, the world just didn’t exist for him. Time stopped and there had never been a wrong done to either of them. They were pure bliss in each other’s arms. Tantric souls connecting through their sex. Love and carnal perversion all braided as one.
And given how tightly Trofim’s arms and legs were wrapped around him, Shay couldn’t do much to change positions or even pitch for that matter.

They were quickly panting and moaning in unison. One growl met with the other’s whimper. They tried to kiss as Shay’s body rode up with every curling thrust against Trofim’s. His balls, tightening up and each slap against Trofim’s ass added to the drum beat of pure fucking to the rest of the chorus of sounds that filled the room.

Shay kept the drive steady, their bodies and lungs primed for long exertion, yet they raced for the finish line. That was the hard part for them, slowing down and stretching it out. Which was another reason Shay was thinking maybe they could add some more fun to their foreplay, because once they started the main course of their meal, he really didn’t want to slow down. Even as Shay felt his orgasm building, sending out small signals from the base of his cock that it was gaining momentum, he could not bring himself to back down. Not even a fractional bit. And when Trofim’s whimpered breaths pitched a little higher, Shay could only drive faster and harder, because he wanted his lover to cum first.

“Shit— ahhh— I’m going—” Trofim tried to tell him, but Shay knew. He always knew Trofim’s body. Knew every sound, moan and whimper by heart.

“Ah— I know—” Shay tried to answer and kiss his lover at the same time, “Cum for me. Damn, let me feel you ass spasm around me.” Shay matched his demands with a chain of hard throttling slaps of his hips, driving his cock all the way home inside Trofim’s body. The very effort made Shay growl each time and then Trofim let out a growl of his own. A sound that soon morphed into a loud breathy groan instead.

His love’s fingers dug into the back of Shay’s shoulders, while his feet heeled firmly into the small of Shay’s back, holding on while Trofim’s orgasm fired off, coating the tight space between them with his release.

One last slamming connection and Shay’s body was caught up with Trofim’s.

Shay couldn’t manage a kiss, so he buried his face in Trofim’s neck and before he knew what he’d done, he’d closed his mouth over the soft skin and left his mark there while his body shook from his release.

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CHAPTER NINE

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Trofim woke with a start; he glanced at the clock, then snatched it up, and held it over his head with a curse. “Shit— shit— shit.” He returned the small alarm clock to the nightstand a little harder than needed which sent it skidding off the surface to the floor. He’d just missed practice, and after already being out of town for a week. Pyotr was going to chew his ass out for this.

He stared up at the ceiling, wondering why all the pieces of his life were falling out of place when Shay’s seemed to adhere, with them back together. Trofim really did want to make it to the nationals this year. But he wasn’t going to if he continued to screw up like this.

He turned his head on his pillow, finding Shay sleeping, face down, and completely dead asleep. How envious Trofim was that his lover could sleep so soundly. There could be a seven alarm emergency blasting outside their window and Shay would likely never even stir.

Trofim tossed until he was repositioned on his side, propping his head up on an elbow, and he reached over, brushing the long strands of dirty blonde hair from Shay’s face. But like all the times before, his hand fell to the light colored lines on his love’s back.

He ran his hand over them, taking more care to inspect each one, feeling the raised scars under the pads of his fingertips. He pushed the covers off Shay’s back to survey more of the scars lower down, leaning in to take a closer look.