Tied Together (18 page)

“Brandon, quit fucking around.” He became impatient and started to breathe fire.

“Oh, baby, you haven’t even seen fucking yet.” My mouth curled into a devious smile.

I removed my fingers and poured some of the lube onto my cock. I snaked my arms under Ryan’s knees, letting them rest in the crooks of my elbows. My dick was so stiff, I didn’t even need to use my hand to guide my way inward. I pushed into Ryan with ease, and I heard a small whimper. I couldn’t draw my eyes away from the sight of me entering him. The tip of my cock breached his hole, and Ryan cried out in ecstasy. I wanted to take my time and savor the moment, but I couldn’t. With one final thrust, I was balls deep inside of what I now realized was heaven.

“Deep, so deep and tight.” These were all the words I could muster.

“Give it to me,” Ryan pleaded.

Once I got my head out of la-la land, I rocked my hips back and forth. Ryan’s eyes sparkled like stars. “Grab your dick; stroke yourself while I pound you.”

Ryan let go of the comforter and rubbed his length. I became mesmerized, and I watched his hand slide up and down. The tip of his cock was turning red from the intense blood flow, and his pre-cum leaked from the slit. Seeing that was enough to fly me to the moon, and I picked up speed. I let go of his legs and anchored my arms on the sides of his head. I bent down to fuse our lips together as I drilled into him. My cock felt like it was on fire, and I was getting close to breaking.

“Come for me, Ryan. Give me everything,” I said, my voice strangled from exertion.

His pumped his cock at rapid speed. “Don’t you dare close your eyes when you come. I want to know you’re mine.” With those words, Ryan yelled out, and ribbons of cum shot between us, coating both our stomachs. That was the fuel I need to follow him with my release.

The room spun, and I fell on top of Ryan. I wanted to say something after the most mind-blowing sex, but through the haze, all I could hear was Ryan repeating the words, “Mine, mine, mine.”

I opened my eyes to see dawn breaking over the tall buildings of Chicago. I took a deep breath and filled my nose with the sweetest scent I knew—Brandon. His was a scent of night stars twinkling in the Milky Way. It could also just be his shampoo that I had become a big fan of. It’d been three weeks since we officially became a couple. And they had been the best fucking three weeks of my life. I rolled to my left side to look at Brandon. His eyes were closed and his beautiful pink lips looked oh so delicious. I wanted to run my fingers over his broad chest, but I didn’t want to wake the sleeping beauty. Although, I was seriously considering delivering a morning blow job to brighten the day. The Folgers coffee jingle rang in my head.
The best part of waking up…
But it should’ve ended in sucking dick rather than drinking coffee. “I can feel your eyes burning into my skin,” he said without opening a lid.

“Does it feel like unicorns dancing, throwing glitter, and puffy hearts floating around?”

“It feels creepy, and if you don’t stop, I will deny giving you head.”

“You can’t give me head; I was going to give you head.”

He opened his eyes and turned to look at me. “How about we compromise and sixty-nine? That way we can give each other head at the same time, and all things will be equal?”

I leaned over to kiss him lightly. “And that’s why you’re the doctor. Your intelligence knows no bounds.”

“I may have the intellect, but you certainly have the looks.” His warm hand snaked around my bare thigh.

“Are you saying I’m all beauty and no brains?” I raised my hand to my chest and batted my eyelashes.

“Baby, you’ve got enough of both to last me a lifetime.”

“Nice save.”

He giggled as he nuzzled his face into my neck, peppering it with kisses. “We might have to wait on the pleasure until a little later. If I don’t get up and work out, I won’t be flexible enough to reach all my favorite places.”

“Well, we certainly don’t want that, old man.” I stuck my tongue out and winked. In return, Brandon gave my ass a swift swat with his hand.

With a final kiss, he threw the comforter off and stood to get ready for his run. I ogled his naked backside while he strode to the bathroom. My head fell back onto the pillow, and I let out a sigh of pure contentment. Since our first official date, Brandon and I had been nearly inseparable. We were making up for all the years apart by getting to know each other all over again. In some respects, it was as if Brandon had always been a part of my life. We still shared the same taste in music, movies, and foods. However, there were new parts of him I was getting to know, like his morning ritual of running through the park and his love of different types of wine.

I’d practically moved a chunk of my things into Brandon’s condo. I had a drawer full of clothes, my bathroom supplies littered the counter, and my favorite type of coffee sat in the kitchen. We never officially discussed what would happen to us now that we were together. He never asked me to officially move in, although I did have my own key.
Do we need a discussion about it? Or just let it play out the way it was meant to?

Brad Pitt
: Talk to him.

Steve Buscemi:
What? Just keep fucking his brains out and living La Vida Loca

Brad Pitt:
You’re an idiot. Do you even know what that means?

Steve Buscemi:
Umm, no. Remember, Ryan failed Spanish in high school.

Before my consciences could finish their discussion, Brandon walked out of the bathroom in his running shorts and Cubs T-shirt. God, even in just a T-shirt and shorts, I wanted to rip this man apart and devour him. I kicked the sheets off me so he could see exactly what he did to me looking like that. I lounged back on the pillows and stroked my very hard dick. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he sat on a chair and put on his running shoes.

“See anything you like?” I purred as I spread my legs further apart to give him a better view.

He stood up and walked over to the bed, reached for his glasses on the nightstand, and bent down to give me a long, promising kiss. “When I get back”—he wrapped his hand around mine—”this is mine. One more swift kiss and he was out the door.

I debated whether I wanted to rub one out to get me through Brandon’s run. However, my stomach growled. I got up to go to the bakery down the street to get us some treats for when he got back. I looked around the room to find my jeans, which had been thrown somewhere in Brandon’s urgent need to get me undressed the night before. After finding them by the bedroom door, I took a T-shirt from the drawer that was deemed mine.

Grabbing the keys from the entryway table, I opened the door and took the elevator down to the ground floor. During the short ride, I imagined doing this very thing day in and day out. Coming home to Brandon after a long day at work. I could imagine us snuggling on the couch, watching baseball or football on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The thoughts made my stomach flutter with excitement. I wanted it; I wanted it all with Brandon. It was something we would have to talk about because I didn’t want another day to pass without him by my side.

It was an easy walk to Luna’s Coffee Shop. Brandon had introduced me to it one morning, and I’d become addicted to their cinnamon rolls. I figured I’d pick up a few, head back to Brandon’s, and maybe wait for him naked with the cinnamon roll placed perfectly on my—

“Ryan?”

I swung around to see my ex-boyfriend Tom standing in front of the bakery door. Tom and I didn’t end things well. Seeing him standing there was unnerving, to say the least.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” I said while looking past him to see if the ass licker he cheated on me with was with him. But it looked like he was alone.

“It is a free world, you know.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at me. Ugh, I hated when he did that.
How did I spend two years of my life with this man?

“Yeah, I suppose it is. If you’ll excuse me.” I tried to walk past him, but he quickly moved in front of me again.

“I was looking for you and thought you’d be here.”

My brow furrowed, and I narrowed my eyes at him. “How could you possibly know that I would be here? It’s not as if I come here every day.”

Tom shifted left and right, and his jaw started to twitch.

“Are you following me?” I asked, my voice quiet.

“Look, I think we just need to talk.”

I broke out it to a cynical laugh. “Talk? Now you want to talk? Don’t you think that maybe we should have”—I used finger quotes—”talked before you decided to plunge you dick down someone else’s rabbit hole?”

“You’re right, we should have. But God, Ryan, I miss you.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” I threw my hands up in the air. “Tom, you are the most conceited, selfish asshole. If one thing didn’t go your way, you bitched like a baby until you finally got your mouth back on the teat. You never cared about anyone’s feelings but your own, not to mention the fact that you were an OCD Hitler to live with.” I could feel my nails digging into the palm of my balled fist.

“I’ve changed; I swear it. I started seeing a therapist after we broke up. Let me prove it to you,” There was an ounce of genuineness in is voice, but I wasn’t buying it.

“Tom, I’ve waited for the man I am ridiculously in love with to finally come back into my life. It’s a love that has spanned over fifteen years, and I only pray it’s a hundred more. Even if I were left on the last boat of the Titanic with you and porn star Ron Jeremy, you’d better learn how to fucking swim.” I tried to walk around him once again, thinking that I had made my point, but I was wrong.

Tom threw himself at me. He tried desperately to devour my mouth in a kiss, and he held me so tight that I could barely move. I twisted so my hands fell flat against his chest, and I shoved him back as hard as I could.

“Fuck!”

I heard a shout, but it hadn’t come from me or Tom. I turned my head to the right and saw Brandon standing there, breathing hard from his run.

“No, no, no!” I ran toward him, but he backed off.

“Don’t touch me,” he hissed.

“It’s not what it looks like.” I tried to grab his arm, but he kept pulling away.

“Really?” he asked. “It doesn’t look like you’re kissing another fucking guy?”

“No, I mean, he was kissing me.”

“Seems to me you liked it just as much. In fact, you didn’t have complaints all those times in bed.” Tom’s voice was sickly sweet.

“No!” I roared. I wanted to rearrange Tom’s face for taking everything out of context, but I didn’t want to leave Brandon’s side. I looked back at Brandon, who stood stone still.

“Brandon, listen to me—”

But he cut me off. “You haven’t changed. You’re still the same person I walked away from all those years ago.”

“Brandon, just listen.”

“I’m going to the hospital to shower and get work done. I expect your stuff to be out of my place and the key left by the door.”

“No, Brandon, don’t leave. I didn’t cheat, I swear,” I begged for him to listen. My voice cracked in desperation, and I wanted nothing more than for the whole world to stop so I could make this man, the man I desperately and hopelessly loved, to listen to me. But it was too late. Brandon broke into a run down the sidewalk.

The blood in my veins went cold as the loss. How could everything be so perfect one minute and completely destroyed the next? I felt lightheaded and knelt down on the concrete.

“Well, that was unfortunate,” said the man who’d just destroyed my life. “Since we’re here, do you want to grab a cup of coffee?”

Tom looked proud and smug. Rage took over the emptiness that had possessed me. I stood up, balled my fist, and threw a punch straight into Tom’s face.

I walked into the office around seven o’clock. I hadn’t been able to sleep, so I’d gotten up and run a few miles before making the drive into work. I thought by working out some of the anxiety I had would help clear my head, but it didn’t even come close. I clutched my coffee in one hand and my briefcase in the other. The office was empty and blissfully quiet. Usually Julie, the office manager, was the first one here, but I just couldn’t stay at home another minute.

Everywhere I looked around my apartment made me think of Ryan. The couch, where we had cuddled, watching
Games of Thrones.
The kitchen, where Ryan and I had a food fight because he wouldn’t try my kale smoothie. My bedroom was especially painful because he wasn’t there with me, our bodies entangled. I thought about lying on top of his hard back, rocking into him as he clutched my sheets and begged for more, harder, and deeper.

Then I thought about seeing Ryan in his ex-boyfriend’s arms, their lips fused together like they were coated with super glue. I thought I was strong and had moved past all the insecurities that surrounded me. Seeing Ryan with his ex brought me back to the one morning forever etched in my brain. The memory of finding Ryan after my father had beaten me raw, only to discover that fucking twink from the bar opening his door, and Ryan in nothing but a bed sheet.
I won’t go through it again.

I decided the best thing I could do was bury myself in work. I had a lot of patients to see, which I was happy about because it would keep my mind mine off what happened. I didn’t think a woman would appreciate me dropping a speculum when it came to her vagina. The morning went smoothly with usual yearly well-woman visits. My pager was silent, which meant that no one was in labor and I wouldn’t have to rush to the hospital for a delivery.

I left one of the exam rooms when Mary, my nurse, approached me. She pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes. Mary didn’t have the best bedside manner, but she was one hell of a nurse. I had never known anyone to keep pristine notes like she did.

“You have a patient in room two.” She huffed, smacking me in the chest with the patient file.

“Who is it?”

“It’s hell on wheels,” she called out as she walked past me. When I saw whose name was on the file, I let out an audible groan. Moxie.

It’s not that I wasn’t happy to see Moxie; we’d grown quite close when Ryan and I started seeing each other. I should say
saw
each other. It wasn’t in Moxie’s nature to do anything easy, and I could almost guarantee that this wouldn’t be an exception. I walked up to the exam room door and knocked.

“You many enter,” she said in a regal voice. I closed my eyes tight and shook my head. At this point, I felt like I was being thrown to the wolves. Just one, redheaded, loudmouth wolf, actually.

Moxie sat on the exam table dressed in the examination gown. Her back was straight, hands in her lap, and chin held high. She tossed a downward glance at me as if I was her servant and she was my queen.

“Hey, Mox.”

“Dr. Ford.” Her reply was stiff and formal.

I sat down on the rolling stool and put her chart on the table. I took a deep breath. “So, what’s going on? I just saw you not to long ago for your postnatal checkup. Miles trying to get you pregnant again already?” I smiled, hoping she realized I was trying to lighten the mood. But she continued to sit there with her eyes in narrow slits.

“If that man tries to slip one past the goal again, I’ll rip off his penis and eat it with béarnaise sauce while he sits and watches.”

I squirmed and crossed my legs, afraid for my penis.

“Nice tie,” she said in a taut voice.

I looked down at the royal blue tie Ryan had given me. It was the tie he’d worn to Moxie’s wedding. I couldn’t be there because I’d gotten called in for a delivery that night, but Ryan said it was his favorite tie for sentimental purposes. He said it reminded him that there was such a thing as love and happiness. He was lucky enough to bear witness to it. He’d wanted me to wear it so it would remind me of how happy he was with me and that we’d always be tied together like we said all those years ago. I hadn’t realized when I got dressed this morning that I’d even put it on. Perhaps subconsciously, I just wanted him close. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.

“You fucked up!” Moxie’s voice rose. My head snapped up, and my jaw dropped.

“
I
fucked up?” I questioned. “I wasn’t the one holding my ex-boyfriend in front of the coffee shop looking like I was ready to bend him over and fuck him over a park bench!”

“What kind of crack are you smoking, Brandon? And more importantly, why aren’t you sharing it with your friends, you stingy bastard?”

My mouth formed a thin line, and I crossed my arms over my chest. “The only person who’s smoking crack is Ryan if he thinks I’m going to put up with him cheating again.”

“Whoa, slow down, cowboy. There’s no need to get your dick stuck in your boot spurs. Ryan wasn’t cheating with Tom.”

“Ha!” I pointed at her. “Moxie, I have a medical degree; I’m not stupid.”

“Then I would seriously ask for a refund of your money if I were you because they must have given you a degree of Doctor of Douche Baggary with a minor in Asshole. It’s also apparent that you didn’t take a communications class because if you’d just talked to him instead of running away like a whining pussy, you would have found out it didn’t happen that way.” She threw her hands up in the air. “God, how could I have trusted this doctor to touch the precious goldmine that is my vagina and deliver the fruits of my loins?”

I sat there patiently as Moxie finished her theatrics. “So you’re telling me I didn’t see them kissing?”

“Oh no, they were doing the tongue tango.”

I groaned, reeling from her blunt version of events.

“But that was Tom’s doing, not Ryan’s. Tom has wanted Ryan back for a while now. He’s been calling, texting, showing up at the TV station, and even came to see me a few times. I threatened to take all of Sophie’s and Jaxson’s dirty diapers and pile them into his car if he didn’t stop stalking Ryan.” She started laughing. “You should have seen the OCD asshole’s face when I came up with that one.”

“Gross. But that doesn’t explain the coffee shop.”

“Tom followed him there from his apartment because Ryan wasn’t answering any of his messages. They had a fight in the coffee shop, and Tom grabbed him and went in for the kill, hoping to pull some fairytale shit and rekindle the feelings Ryan once had.”

“What happened?”

“Ryan punched him and said something like if he didn’t back off he was going to rip out his balls and make them this year’s most fashionable accessory.

I couldn’t help but laugh.
Leave it to Ryan to make a grand departure.
My laughter quickly faded. “Why didn’t he tell me any of this?”

“Hmm, let me think.” Moxie tapped her finger against her lips. “Oh, I know why. Because he was afraid you were going to react the same way you are right now and leave his ass. I told him to inform you, but being the little butt plug he is, he wouldn’t listen. Now I’m stuck here, wearing a homeless woman’s prom dress, hoping you won’t stick a speculum up my choo choo canal in retribution.”

I sank forward and put my head in my hands. “Fuck me.”

“Well, I did always wonder what it would be like to wear a strap-on and fuck a dude. But I think I’ll have to take a pass on that.”

I cracked my fingers apart to look at Moxie. She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. I sat back up and sighed. “What am I going to do?”

Moxie tilted her head and gave me a genuine smile. “You go and fight for what’s yours.”

“What if it’s too late?”

“Then you quit, move to some remote village in Mexico where you will meet a man named George. He’ll butt fuck you like the little bitch you are,” she said as she sighed and shrugged.

I smiled. “You never do anything easy, do you?”

She returned the smile. “That would be a big N.O. I’m sure Miles has a few hours’ worth of stories about me. Did I ever tell you I met him while taking a bar poll about hairy balls?”

My eyebrows quirked up, and I bit back laughter. “Umm, speaking of balls. If you had a set of balls, they would be beautiful and significant. This has been a nice exam.” I stood up and fixed my tie. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go get my man.”