Unobtainable (43 page)

“We don’t have a waffle iron, baby,” I said, running my hand down his arm and mingling our fingers together.

“Santa just so happened to have dropped one off,” Dyson said, raising my hand to his mouth, peppering kisses over my knuckles. “It’s under the tree.”

“Don’t sweat it, we have many more Christmases to look forward to,” I assured him.

“But we only get a first Christmas once,” he said, with a sweet pout.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I said, as I pulled the car onto an old near abandoned road and stopped. “Every day with you is a first. So, we have a lifetime of first Christmas’ to look forward to.”

“Why did we stop here?” Dyson asked, looking out the window into the distance.

“I suspect EJ’s house will be overflowing with people for the majority of the day and like you, I had my own plans for Christmas morning.”

“Such as?” Dyson asked, with a cheeky grin.

“A romp in the hay, a little early morning loving,” I told him, as I opened his fly and slipped my hand into the waistband of his underwear. “And since we’re not going to be alone for a long time, I say we make the best of it right here, right now.”

“I say, what if we get caught?” Dyson raised his hips and chuckled. “Got anymore get out of jail free cards?”

“Just go with it and stop thinking so much,” I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and teased. My hand slithered into his pants, grasping hold of his cock. “Not up for it I see, let me take care of that for you.”

There was nothing as sexually rewarding as having Dyson’s flaccid member growing to life in my mouth. He let out an intense sigh as I sucked him hard, my cheeks hollowing as I bobbed up and down his length. Fuck, he had a beautiful thick cock.

“Not gonna last,” Dyson panted out.

I released him, Christmas sex was not going to consist of a simple wham bam blow job, I needed to be buried deep inside him when I found my release.

“You weren’t in the big house that long,” I joked. I was going to have fun with the fact that he spent the night in jail. “A big burley inmate named Bubba didn’t take care of you while you were inside?”

“He offered but I turned him down,” Dyson playfully snarled, as he tugged his one leg free from his pants. “But if you like I could call out Bubba when you make me cum?”

I licked up his length allowing my teeth to trail along its path, watching as Dyson scowled, not quite sure if I was in a biting mood or not, he held his breath then let it escape as I moved away.

“Glove compartment,” I ordered as I pushed my jeans to my ankles and proceeded stroking my cock as Dyson watched. “There’s an emergency kit in there, and don’t take too long, I need to be inside you, now!”

Dyson held up the kit consisting of a plastic bag with two condoms, a tiny tube of lube and a convenience size package of tissues, he laughed when he saw the two Hershey’s kisses.

“Seriously?” he opened the bag and took them out. “I don’t get it.”

“Energy,” I laughed. “If you haven’t noticed, there are two condoms in there.”

I watched intently as Dyson unwrapped one of the chocolates and popped it in his mouth with a delicious moan. He peeled the foil from the second and held it to my lips, I opened ready to accept the decedent morsel, when Dyson pulled it away. I narrowed my eyes and watched as he sat it on his tongue, humming like it was sweet heaven.

“Are you teasing me?” I asked. Dyson shook his head and moved closer to offer the tiny morsel against my lips. “Don’t fuck with me, I’m a horny man in need of my gorgeous husband’s ass.”

I sucked it from his tongue, the chocolate melting in our mouths, he groaned as he wrapped his palm around my cock and stroked it until it was as hard as stone. He had me worked up and ripped open the condom with his teeth, rolling it down my length and applying lube to my cock and his tight opening. I set the seat back, enraptured when he climbed onto my lap, holding the head of my cock to his puckered passage.

“Wait,” I said as he started to lower himself. “You’re not ready.”

“I don’t care,” he whispered. “I welcome the burn you cause me, I want to feel every minute with you like an electric current rolling through me, hurt me baby!”

“But I don’t want to hurt you,” I ran my thumb over his lips to his chin.

“Don’t think of it as a bad thing, lover, it’s all good,” he assured me. “You give me nothing but pleasure, I want that pleasure now and I want to feel it all day long.”

Dyson impaled himself painstakingly slow and steady, staring into my eyes until he was seated on my lap with every inch I had to offer buried inside him. He let the air rush from his lungs and placed his hands on my shoulders, his thumb caressing my collar bone. My hips surged upward with a knee jerk reaction cracking Dyson’s head off the roof of the car, he grinned and leaned forward, bracing one hand on my chest and the other above his head.

“Easy cowboy, you trying to give me whiplash?” he laughed. “I want to be in charge of the reins for the first little while.”

And in charge he was. His hips rocked me into a state of euphoric pleasure as I dug my fingers into his hips.

“Harley, touch me?” he panted. “I’m so close, make me cum.”

I struggled with the tissue package, finally tearing it open with my teeth sending small white tissues flying all over the car’s interior as I stroked Dyson with my left hand and listened to his rapid breathing. The man was a raging sex machine, his rhythm fast and furious as he reached the edge and cried out.

“I’m cumming!...oh fuck yeah!”

He shot into the tissues I held, as I watched his mouth form a beautiful O, his tongue glistening as he licked his lips. His brow furrowed into a tight frown and his breath held until he drained his load. Fuck I loved watching him get off. Almost as much as I enjoyed the way Dyson got me off.

“Faster, baby,” I begged, clasping onto his hips as I pumped into him from below.

Dyson pinched my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, the exquisite nip of pain sending me over the edge. I filled him like never before, the stream of jizz loading the condom. I feared it would overflow with the last spurt.

“Kiss me, baby,” I pleaded, he leaned forward and I whispered against his lips, “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you more,” he whispered back.

“Not possible,” I smiled into my lover’s eyes.

“I’d love to stay like this and argue the virtues of our love all day, but we better get our asses in gear before they send out a search party.”

“You know, it never seems to be long enough with you. I could get lost in you for days and it just wouldn’t be enough.”

“Well you can get lost in me later, for now Christmas awaits, and I’m starving.”

I looked at my watch and laughed. Dyson was right, we were very late and suspicious minds were going to be dreaming up all kinds of shit. I sighed as Dyson moved from my lap, leaving a cold chill where his warm ass had moments ago warmed my cock. I tucked the remnants of our love into the plastic baggy, sealed it tight, tossing it into the glove compartment. I laughed imagining if a cop pulled me over and asked for the ownership which was sat right beside it.

Dyson kissed my cheek and grinned, he was beyond adorable.

~Dyson~

Famished, so hungry I would have ate my leather trainers, I inhaled the aromas flooding from the kitchen and let out a hungry moan. My stomach growled so loudly it surprised Katy who was waiting patiently on the stairs by the door for our arrival.

“About time Uncle Dyson,” she whined, tugging at my coat, nearly yanking me off me feet. “Mom wouldn’t let us open dick until you got here.”

“Nice talk, missy,” I chastised, even though I thought it was kind of funny. “Better not let your dad here you. Merry Christmas!”

Katy poked out her tongue, then swooped in with hugs for us both and ran off.

“Mom, they’re here!”

Ellen greeted us happily with a plate of her homemade shortbread cookies. I grabbed a handful and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She took me by surprise when her fist slammed against my chest. I looked at her and laughed, her glare should have frightened me.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t you ever play the hero again, you hear me? You could have gotten yourself killed you little shit! You are very lucky mom and dad are spending Christmas in Florida, mom would be tearing you a new one if she knew about this.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, El,” I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, hugging her tight, whispering into her ear, “I love you too…you won’t tell mom, right?”

“No, I like you too much to do that to you,” Ellen grasped my chin, pulling me down to her eye level. “But there had better not be a next time or she’s the first call I make.”

I bared my teeth and cringed, crossing my fingers over my heart. Ellen patted my cheek with a smile, indicating to me that she was finished with her motherly thrashing.

Once we separated, there was a lineup of family happy to greet us with hugs, kisses, and to bequeath me with their thoughts on my heroism, not at all positive. The children were begging us to hurry up so they could open their presents and I was happy to get away from the parental lecturing.

I don’t think I had ever taken the time to truly appreciate all that I had until today. Looking at my three brothers, who could be a giant pain in the ass and acted like assholes most days, my three fabulous sisters-in-law and the mess of nieces and nephews tearing open gifts, I realized I was a very fortunate man.

Watching Harley sitting on the floor among the kids while they tore open their presents and screamed with glee, I realized this really was a first for him. He had no family on special mornings like this, he and Chelsea spent their holidays alone and I felt sad for him.

Harley was laughing with Benjamin, their faces gleaming, when Ben opened the acoustic guitar we bought for him. He was just coming into his teen years and we thought it was time to give him something to occupy his hormone overloaded brain while he discovered what life had in store for him. Ben handed Harley the guitar, begging him to play. He started to play
Stairway to Heaven
, he was fucking good, I was shocked.

“That was pretty,” Lisa said, when he finished the intro. “What song was that Uncle Harley, did you write it?”

“Stairway to Heaven and no I didn’t write it,” Harley told her, her brows creasing as she thought. “It was a big Led Zeppelin hit, it’s kind of a twisted song of hope.”

Hope…we all needed it. We all desired it and strived for it. My hope was that our life would only get better together. I was growing nostalgic with my thoughts, thoughts of us sharing every moment we had and being thankful for Harley coming into my life. As unobtainable as his heart had been, it was mine now and I would hold it tight, I was never going to surrender it.

Lisa shrugged her shoulders and went about carefully tearing the paper from one of the many presents sitting at her side. Lisa was a delicate little flower, like her mom and opened her presents like a princess. It made me laugh, because it was going to take her all day at this rate.

Harley’s eyes met mine and he winked, his smile was sinful, I found it hard to tear my eyes from his, I was enjoying a stolen moment filled with memories of hot car sex. I loved Harley so much.

“You haven’t opened any of your presents,” Selma said, looking at the pile at my feet and handing me a glass of wine. She sat at my side on the love seat. “Not feeling Christmassy this year?”

“I feel plenty Christmassy thanks,” I laughed, clinking our glasses together. “Was Santa good to you?”

Ellen and Heather settled their butts on the coffee table in front of us. Ellen handed me a cheese croissant with bacon and tomato on it, which awarded me ugly snarls from my neglected brothers. I was spoiled, I didn’t know exactly why and the guys hated the attention their wives furnished me with. I took great pleasure in rubbing their noses in it though, as I took an extra-large bite and grinned in their direction.

Selma shook her wrist to show me her shiny new tennis bracelet. “Santa’s always good to me. What did Santa bring you?”

“A get out of jail free card.”

The three women cackled at my joke.
Damn, I forgot to keep the card,
I thought. I didn’t want to explain the inside joke to the others, but I had wanted the card as a keepsake.

“I hear you messed this ex-boyfriend up pretty bad. Apparently he won’t be out of the hospital for some time. He’s got broken ribs and a punctured lung,” Selma examined my face. “Not a scratch on you though.”

Her laughter waned when I rolled up my sleeves and the girls saw the bandages. The sight of sterile bandages always made minor wounds appear so much worse. My ankle still throbbed with pain each time I put weight on it, but I grit my teeth through the pain and walked the best I could so no one had noticed. And since the sleeve of my shirt covered the cut on my arm, I chose to keep that little treasure hidden from my sisters-in-law for fear they would make more fuss, giving my brothers more ammo to hurl at me later.

“Believe me, it looks worse than it is. The kids don’t know, right?”

The last thing I wanted was for my nieces and nephews to hear about what took place and to think that violence was okay. I certainly didn’t want them thinking something stupid, like I was some kind of a hero. Bruno deserved what he got, but it was still wrong.

“No, they were downstairs while we were talking,” Heather assured me.

“Good. Because I don’t want them thinking what I did was okay, that it’s right to hurt someone else. I guess I’m not a very good role model?”

“I think it was romantic, yeah I said it,” Ellen laughed when she saw the shocked look on my face. She got this starry-eyed look on her face. “What I wouldn’t give to have a man fight for me like that. You really love Harley, don’t you, honey?”

“With every fiber of my being, I love that man. He’s my one and only, I don’t think I could go on without him in my world. Harley’s everything I have ever wanted in a partner. I would have died a thousand deaths before I allowed that bastard to hurt him again.”

I openly spoke my love with strong conviction, then noticed the girls glazed stares.  They had a woebegone look in their eyes. You would have thought they were watching a sappy chick-flick, but it was just sentimental old me running off at the mouth.

“See!” Selma glared over at Clayton. “That’s exactly what we mean. Clay would never say those things. I think I married the wrong brother.”

Her words made me laugh. She looked truly pissed off as she shot imaginary poison darts in his direction. They all glowered over at their husbands huddled around the TV screen, watching a Victoria’s Secret commercial, transfixed to the lingerie clad models wearing wings like naughty little angels. Harley was transfixed on me, he winked and I let out a contented sigh. He mouthed
I love you
with a wink, just as a throw cushion smacked me in the head.

“Don’t sit there giving my wife any ideas,” EJ snarled. “She can think up shit all by herself…next thing I’ll be hearing is how unromantic I am, I never this and I never that, blah, blah, blah. I do plenty.”

“Taking out the trash once a week doesn’t count,” Heather barked.

Ellen harrumphed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You could learn a thing or two from your little brother. Come on girls, we have dinner to get started.”

My wonderful sisters-in-law left me in a less than comfortable situation, with my brothers glaring at me in a quiet huddle, like they were plotting my demise. I downed the rest of my wine and watched as my man strode over and sat down beside me. Harley cozied into my side and took a bite of my offered sandwich.

“This is your good side, right?” he asked.

I had to think what he was talking about and nodded with a laugh once I clued in that he didn’t want to hurt the arm with the cut.

“It is,” I confirmed.

He put his chin on my shoulder and whispered, “It’s going to be a very long day. I want to get you alone so bad.”

“That’s going to be hard,” I whispered.

“It’s hard already,” he placed his hand diplomatically on the bulge of his pants and pushed, so that no one was aware of his growing problem but me.

“If I thought you could be quiet, I’d sneak you off somewhere and give you a quick blow job to tide you over,” I said, teasing him by biting into my bottom lip.

“That’s it, tease the fucking horny man sitting beside you,” Harley said, sitting up digging in his pants pocket. “I thought you might like to keep this.”

The yellow
get out of jail free
card, Harley handed it to me with an entertained smile.

“Thanks,” I said, running my finger along his jaw. “Never know when it could come in handy.”

“Did you make any new friends when you were inside?” Harley asked, the joke tickling him more than me. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“Joke all you want,” I encouraged him. “It’s better than getting too serious, I don’t think I could handle that right now…so, did Santa come?”

“No,” Harley smiled, licking the tender spot under my ear. “He had to spend the night aallll aloooone.”

“Poor fucker,” I laughed, as another cushion flew across the room, landing on Harley’s lap.

“Are you two going to smooch all day or would you be interested in a friendly game of Snooker, as in we take turns royally kicking your asses?” Toby asked.

We played pool for several hours and we, as in Harley and I, lost a shit ton of money since our minds were not on the game. I knew my brothers were minding their p's and q's, they were keeping their opinions and questions wisely concealed. It was disturbing. If you knew my brothers you would be unnerved too. I tossed my cue onto the table, EJ scowled as usual, and the others stopped for a moment to check me out.

“What’s up kid?” Clay asked, clasping his hand on my shoulder. “Got something on your mind?”

“I’m waiting,” I said, untucking my shirt tail so I could get comfortable. I slipped my hands into my pockets casually, since I didn’t know what to do with them and didn’t want my brothers to know I was uneasy.

“Not gonna happen,” EJ said, taking my cue from the table and shoving it against my chest, before placing the balls inside the triangle and methodically setting them in place for the next game. “It’s Christmas my man, we have explicit instructions from the women folk not to mess with
darling Dyson
. And I can’t speak for the others, but I’d like to get laid tonight, thank you very much. So, my lips are fucking sealed.”

“Uh, I gave Selma diamonds, I’m getting laid either way and I have no qualms about broaching the subject,” Clayton said, taking a blue cube and chalking the tip of his stick. “I’m proud of you little man, you whooped ass good. It’s not every day my little brother comes out the champion. ”

“Huh?” my jaw drooped, my mouth gaped open. Had I heard him properly?

“I’ll be too plastered later to get it up anyway, so,” Tobias grinned, “I’m proud of you too. I always knew you had it in you, hell I remember when you saved Tag from an ass kicking back in college. You messed that guy up good, this one you put in a hospital bed. Way to go!”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, taking a seat on a bar stool beside Harley, who slipped his hand into mine. “Aren’t you supposed to be pissed at me?”

“That’s what we want the girls think,” EJ snorted. “We couldn’t have them thinking we condoned what you did. They already see us as Neanderthal look-a-likes. We’re fathers and we have to set a good example. The girls think it’s all dreamy and crap, the last thing we need is to be told to be more like you…Dyson’s a hero!”

We all laughed at the high pitched voice EJ used to emphasize the end of his comment.

“Are we playing here or what?” EJ snarled.

Harley and I gave a mutual
I’m out
and sat watching the three of them play from the cozy oversized couch in the corner.

“What about you?” I asked Harley, as I watched his thumb caressing the bandage on my wrist. “You haven’t said much.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Harley lowered his voice. “I’ve been avoiding this conversation because I feel terrible for what I said to you. I was so wrong for getting mad at you and I owe you a major apology. The idea of you going to jail because of that prick…I can’t tell you how that felt.”

“I spent the night in lock-up because of me, I feel terrible for you spending Christmas Eve alone.” I tightened my grip on his hand.