Ruthlessly His (12 page)

I don’t waste another second as a lower my lips to smother the head of his dick.

Oh my God, this man tastes amazing. I reach my hands around and squeeze his ass tightly. It’s so tight, muscular, and perfectly rounded. I drag my tongue all the way from underneath his balls, across his shaft and around the tip of his cock. Then I grab his long shaft with both of my hands and start to suck that thing hard and fast. Judging by his heavy panting, I know I’m doing it right. Not that I don’t know what I’m doing.

“Jesus fuck, Shane. Jesus fucking fuck,” he says. Then he starts to blast the back of my throat with his cum. That didn’t take long at all, I think to myself. I take great pleasure in knowing how quickly I made him climax. I swallow the last bits of his cum and stand up to face him. His eyes are still glazed, dizzy from his orgasm. He looks almost drunk with ecstasy as our eyes meet.

“Now we’re even,” I say softly.

Chris’ chest continues to rise and fall with his heavy breathing.

Watching him pant like a worn-out dog, totally naked to boot, is worth paying a lot of money for.

He looks around my kitchen for the first time. “This place is sick,” he says.

“I know. I had it built myself.”

“Of course you did. Did you go to Italy and carve those marble countertops out of the mountain yourself too?”

“Actually, I did. And it's granite,” I tease. I change the subject, “Are you tired?” I say as I look at the clock. It’s past 1 o’clock in the morning. This is late, even for me, especially on a Thursday night. But it was worth it for sure, and it helped me forget about the events of earlier today.

Shit, until now.

My face sinks quickly at the thought of what I have to deal with tomorrow morning. I’m coming out of a really bad divorce, and my wife… ex-wife… is trying to tell me that I can’t see my kid unless she says I can. I know I got busy and that I wasn’t the best dad I could’ve been, but I was only trying to do what I needed to do to provide for him. My wife and I should’ve never got married in the first place, but that was a whole other lifetime ago… I thought there was only one route to starting a family of my own.

Idiot
.

“Is everything all right? You either just got really tired, or you just realized this whole thing was a huge mistake between us,” he says.

Fuck, I almost forgot I’m going to have to break his heart. I like this guy a lot, but I’ve got too much going on, and long-term relationships aren’t in the cards for me right now. Or maybe ever. I’ve learned my lesson with those, and I’ll never make that mistake again.

“I’m fine, let’s get some sleep,” I say.

“Here? You’re joking, right? I can’t sleep here.”

I look out through the skylight in my kitchen ceiling. The snow is starting to fall really hard now. “You’re pretty goddamn sexy and all, but I’m not going to risk my life trying to get you home.”

He presses his lips together in a hard, straight line and folds his arms in front of his bare chest. “Whatever, but I expect a good breakfast in the morning.”

“You’re in luck, because nobody makes a better omelet than I do.”

We walk up to my room, both of us still naked. I lift the covers of my king-size bed for him to get in. I curl my body around his naked body, holding him in my arms tightly and feeling his warmth completely. He feels so good; it’s almost impossible to remember how much pain I’ve been in lately over my divorce.

Well, it’s not really the divorce that’s hard for me, it’s the issue with my son, Max. I miss him more than anything, and I would kill to have a second chance to be a good dad for him. OK, I fucked up. But it wasn’t all my fault. She alienated me right from the beginning… The moment he was born, we both fell into our roles. I was the provider, and she was the caretaker. Things were never good between us from the start for obvious reasons… Like the fact that I’m gay. But I thought I could make it work, I thought I could have a family of my own. Man, what a moron I was. Why couldn’t I have just adopted a child with another man? Because I don’t do shit like other men, that’s why. Most things I do better, but that one I fucked up big time.

Oh well, at least it brought Max into the world.

Holding Chris in my arms like this is the first time I felt relief from the situation since it started. Within moments, he’s fast asleep in my arms. The sound of his breathing is so soothing, and the feeling of his arms and shoulders nestled beneath my body is like a drug. I don’t want to let him go, ever, and I just fucking met him.

This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. I know what I need to do to fix the situation with Chris… The same thing I've done with every other man I’ve ever been with. Maybe I’m a little ruthless sometimes, but who cares. I need to protect myself right now too. And besides, Chris and I made a deal, one night. One simple hook up.

Like I said, I need to protect myself right now.

* * *

Chris

I wake up in the most comfortable bed imaginable. Last night blew my expectations out of the water. Sex was insane with Shane, but having him hold me until I fell asleep in his arms was even better. Too bad this is all going to end, because clearly he and I aren’t in the same league. I get out of bed and notice that my clothes are folded neatly on the nightstand. I follow the smells of freshly cooked breakfast down his stairs and into his kitchen.

The table is set for one with a note by the side of the plate:

Chris- thanks for last night. Couldn’t have been better. Here’s some cash to get you home. Enjoy breakfast, Shane

OK, so this really sucks. I feel a pit in my stomach knowing that he left already. And that he clearly has no intention of seeing me ever again. I mean, I knew this was going to happen, but ouch… I didn’t know it was going to happen quite this abruptly. I leave the food and the cash there on the table, because honestly I’m kind of pissed off. The least he could’ve done was say goodbye

I call Milo for a ride home. Milo is chomping at the bit wondering what happened to me last night, but I plead with him to leave me alone right now. I let him take me back to our apartment, back to reality. I regret having hooked up with Shane already. I knew it all along; I should’ve stayed away from a guy like him and just went home last night like my gut was telling me.

Oh well, I’ve been burned before. Yeah, it hurts like hell, but I’ll get over it. And if I ever run into this guy again, so help me God…

* * *

I’m still trying to shake off things from the other night. I want to let go of Shane completely, but it’s almost impossible. I’m kind of over the hurt because it’s not like he ever owed me anything in the first place. He made it pretty clear up front, one night and one night only. But still, a simple goodbye the next morning would’ve been nice or at least it wouldn’t have done him any harm. Oh well, lesson learned. Don’t mess around with guys like Shane anymore- guys that are way out of my league looks-wise, make infinitely more money than I do, and think they walk on water apparently.

I have to focus now. I have a huge parent meeting in a couple of minutes, and my boss, the principal of my school, is going to be there. This is exactly the kind of pressure I don’t want right now, but it goes with the territory of my job.

I have to meet with two parents who just recently divorced. Apparently they’re worried about their son, Max, and I don’t blame them. Max Hart is one of the sweetest, smartest boys in my class. Ever since his parents split up, he hasn’t been the same. I only know his mother, which isn’t atypical in my line of work. Usually, it’s the moms who send in the permission slips, sign the homework contracts, or send in the peanut-free cupcakes for birthday parties. To be honest, I’ve been worried about Max myself, so I’m glad we’re meeting as much as I wish we weren’t if that makes any sense.

Did I mention one minor detail?

Max Hart is the nephew of my boss, Colby Hart. Colby is the principal of the largest public school in the state, and he’s probably the single most feared man in the entire Boston school district.

All I have to do right now is focus, put Shane out of my mind, and do a good job for my boss. It’s my first year on the job as a full-time certified teacher, and I really want to get professional status.

I walk into the conference room and see that the Hart parents are already here. The father, who I haven’t met as far as I can remember, has his back turned to me as he chats it up with my boss. I guess they’re either brothers by blood or by marriage, time will soon tell. I recognize Max’s mother right away from parent conferences, but his father still has his back turned to me. I give a quick nod to my boss and find a seat on the other side of the table from him.

I almost trip over the black swivel office chair when I see his face. It’s fucking Shane. My entire body locks up- my arms, my legs, even my jaw. This can’t really be happening right now.

Shane Hart? I can’t believe this is Max’s father. And to add insult to injury, I also can’t believe that he’s my boss’s brother.

My boss, Colby, clears his throat. “All right then, let’s get started Chris. I’m assuming you’ve met both of the Harts?” he asks

Shit, I don’t know what to say. Technically, from his perspective, I haven’t met Shane Hart yet. Lying probably isn’t exactly the best thing to do right now, but that’s exactly what I choose to do. I lie through my teeth.

“No, actually we haven’t met yet.” I reach out my hand, praying that my boss doesn’t notice that it's shaking slightly, as I go to shake Shane’s hand. He squeezes my hand tightly, grazing my palm slightly with his thumb. Is he fucking with me? Did he know I was going to be here? That’s not possible; he’s just the
kinda guy to make light of a situation like this.

It’s weird, because I would have thought I'd be more pissed off at him than I am. But somehow knowing that he’s Max's father makes it harder for me to stay angry at him. Also, he looks hotter than ever here in this conference room. His muscles are easily visible through the tight black sweater he’s wearing and his eyes somehow look darker and more mysterious than before. To be honest, he’s fucking stunning. I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking right now, even though I know he’s here for his son, not me.

Nice to meet you,” Shane says. “You look familiar, have we met before?” he asks with a cocky smirk on his lips. His lips look so full, so pink, and so warm. I feel myself throbbing in my underwear at the memory of what he did to me down below.

I press my lips into a subtle, hard line, one that I’m sure only he can see. “No, not that I know of,” I say.

“That’s exactly my point, nobody from Max’s life knows who you are,” Mrs. Hart says.

Shane doesn’t flinch, despite how hard his ex-wife just took a stab at him. “I think we’re here to try to help Max, not compare notes. Am I right?” Shane says, looking directly at Colby. My boss Colby rolls up his sleeves, as though he knows he’s in for a long battle.

“Playing the blame game right now isn’t going to help my godson, and personally, I don’t have time for it,” my boss says. “I have a school to run here. Now let’s figure out how to help my nephew,” he adds.

Jesus, this is a nightmare.

“Chris, why don’t we hear from you,” my boss says. “You’re his classroom teacher; you’re the expert in this setting.”

I swallow heavily. I look at both parents, Mrs. Hart first, then Shane. “Well, the good news is that Max is really, really bright. Despite the drop in his grades, he has plenty of ability to catch up pretty quickly if we can figure some things out for him.”

I can’t believe I’m the center of the stage right now, with all eyes on me. I just want to go home, hide under my bed, and make believe none of this ever happened.

“How can we help our son?” Shane asks. Shit, he’s being so sensitive. He looks so vulnerable, so sincere. This doesn’t look like the same Shane who did what he did to me back in his place. Now I’m really confused, not that it matters because Shane and I aren’t in a relationship.

“What do you think, Chris? How can these two help out their son?” my boss says.

I scrunch up my nose slightly. “Honestly, and I don’t know if it’s my place to say this, but the best thing you can do to help Max is to put your differences aside when it comes to him. In terms of children struggling from a divorce, the number one factor to help them succeed despite the major loss they feel is the working relationship between parents.”

I hope I didn’t say too much, but it’s the truth. And these two, Mrs. Hart in particular, look like they need to hear this right now. I have no idea what kind of a dad Shane has been, but it doesn’t really matter when it comes to this sort of thing. All that matters is that the two of them put forth their best effort to get along when it comes to helping solve this kind of problem for their child.

“He’s right, Sarah. We have to work together now, even if you hate my guts,” Shane says. Damn, he looks even sexier and cuter when he tries to be a good father. For all I know he’s been the worst father ever, but I don’t give a fuck right now. He’s so goddamn hot I can hardly sit in my seat.

Sarah Hart shakes her head from side to side. “No, I’m not going to sit here and listen to this bullshit. Since the day my son was born, I’ve done everything, and you’ve done nothing, Shane. And now you’re going to play this supportive dad role in front of your brother and Max's teacher? I don't think so," she says.

“Calm down, Sarah. Your attitude isn’t helping right now,” my boss, Colby adds.

“Shut up, Colby. You would take your brother’s side if he had blood on his hands, a dead body at his feet, and video surveillance footage showing that he put the knife in the victim's chest. You’re not very helpful right now,” she says.

I find myself standing up from my chair and reaching out for Max’s mother’s hand. She looks at me suspiciously but then takes it. A tear starts to roll down her cheek. “Mrs. Hart, look… I have no idea what you’ve been through, but I know you’re a great mother. What I’m trying to tell you right now is that Max needs to believe you and his father are on the same team, even if you despise each other. It’s not really about liking each other when it comes to what’s in the best interest of Max, Mrs. Hart. It’s about working well together, despite your emotions. I promise you that I will help your son do better in school, and feel less anxious here, if you do your part.”