We’re sitting in an excellent restaurant in Las Vegas, celebrating Phia and Crue’s nuptials. I told Crue to invite me to the wedding and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. They truly are a remarkable couple and I’m honored to be a part of their day. Even more to be able to provide lavish accommodations for their honeymoon. While they head to my Balearic Island beach house, I’m whisking Jenna away to my castle in Scotland. It sounds more pretentious and hoity-toity than it is, I promise. More like an estate, really.
Haylee kisses her husband’s cheek then turns to the table. “We are married. But he didn’t go to law school and earn that degreeand I didn’t go to medical school. I detest blood and sniveling weaklings.”
“If I was a lesbian…” Jenna mutters next to me and I pinch her side. She yelps and squirms away from me with a glare. I glare right back.
“You wanna tell the story, or should I?” Haylee prods her husband, who rolls his eyes and sighs as he sits back in his seat with a wave of his hand. She clears her throat and with a smile and bright eyes she tells us the story of how they met. “My first year of law school, I went home with a friend for Easter. We ate, spent the weekend, and had a great time. We drove back to campus late Sunday, and I felt funny, but just figured it was stress. Next morning, I’m pushing myself to get ready, trudging across campus for classes, putting one foot in front of the other basically. One of my professors takes one look at me and orders me to go to the hospital. I tried to argue, but I could barely breathe. The T.A. drove me to the hospital. I’m waiting and waiting and waiting.”
“Who knew hospitals were busy places?” her husband remarks dryly. I like the guy.
“This pimple faced intern finally comes in—”
“I did not have any pimples. I’ve been blessed with a flawless complexion.” Haylee glares at Cole until he raises his hands again, muttering, “Just thought we should be accurate in our retelling.”
“So, this fucking asshole intern comes in to do my exam. They order all kinds of tests, and everything comes back clear. I’m not having an allergic reaction, nothing in my chest, lungs, or esophagus. My blood work is good. Can’t explain why my oxygen level is so low. I rub my throat for the hundredth time and the prepubescent teen in a doctor’s coat asks me why Ikeep doing that. I tell him it feels like there’s something in my throat. He blows me off, saying I’m fine, nothing wrong. I start yelling, which is damn difficult because I can’t fucking breathe. My vision starts blurring and I stumble into the curtain while ripping that fucker a new one. A nurse comes in and escorts him out, he’s crying and whining about mean patients. A few minutes later, another man in scrubs comes into my cubicle.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about Stanley. Such a fucking pusillanimous little shit.”
“He used it correctly!” Jenna jumps up from her seat and pumps her fists in the air. “Dr. Cole Spanner is my new best friend!”
“Hey!” Lilly and I yell at the same time. Jenna shrugs, apologizes to everyone and sits back down. She tries to lay her head on my shoulder, but I push her back with my hand on her forehead. Giggling, she leans the other direction to rest on Lilly but Lilly moves at the last minute, and Jenna nearly falls out of her chair. Feeling bad, I right my woman and put my arm around the back of her chair. She grins up at me and all is forgiven. I can never stay mad at her. It does not bode well for me in the future.
“Anyway…” Haylee draws out the word, making sure we’re all paying attention. “The handsome doctor asked me to walk him through my last 24 hours. And I haven’t come across many in my life, but this doctor actually listened to what I said. He asked me to open my mouth, and he looked inside and declared I had a piece of ham stuck in the folds of my throat. Now this is where it gets gross, so I hope no one has a sensitive stomach.” We all shake our heads, eager to hear the rest of her story. “Doc lays down on the ground, staring up at me. He instructs me to straddle his hips standing and bend over, so my face hovers above his. With long tweezers, he has me open my mouth and he finds the piece of ham, plucks it with the tweezers and pulls it free from my throat. He smiled up at me triumphantly, andI promptly puked in his face.” The table erupts, some gagging, some jeering, but a whole lot of laughter.
“I’d been puked on by patients before,” Cole picks up the story. “But she was something else. She wiped her mouth, stood up straight and breathed deep. Then she grinned down at me, covered in puke, lying on the floor on my back and said, ‘Thanks, Doc. Now I got room for leftovers.’ I picked myself up and went to sign her discharge papers and wash up. By the time I was done, she was gone. I ran out of the emergency room and searched the parking lot. She was walking toward the bus station. I caught up with her and asked her to dinner the next night.”
Daya claps happily. “That’s the most disgusting meet-cute I’ve ever heard!”
The reception dinner winds down a bit later. Jenna and I stand in line to say goodbye to the happy couple. Phia catches me and she rushes over to give me a hug. “Andres! Thank you again so much. Our honeymoon is going to be epic.”
“Because it will be you and Crue.”
“Sure. But mostly the beach!” Phia chuckles, her expression sobering a moment later. “I honestly…we can’t thank you enough for your support, your generosity, and your trust.”
“It’s earned, Mrs. Pribula. Enjoy yourselves, and when you return, be ready to change the world.”
“One meal at a time,” she responds, standing on her toes to kiss my cheek. I bend down slightly so she can reach. She surprises Jenna with a hug. “Andres Abbott is a good man, hold him tight.”
Jenna smiles at Phia, then up at me. “I plan to.”
Back at the hotel suite, I lift her up in the living room and carry her to our bedroom. I shut the door behind us and lock it, just in case. I’m kissing her and tearing at her clothes as soon as I set her down by the bed. In moments, we’re both naked, our bodies entwining once we’re horizontal. She strokes me, twisting her wrist, my cock pulsing in her small hand. I shift to slide down her body, my tongue wanting to taste her pussy, but she digs her fingers into my shoulders.
“I need you inside me, Andres. Please.”
“But…your pussy.” She laughs at my response, turning to give me her back. Over her shoulder, her eyes meet mine and the naked hunger pulls a growl from deep in my chest. Her back arches, her ass teasing me. I bite into the flesh, then lick up her spine until I’m slotted behind her, my cock nosing around the junction of her thighs. Lifting her leg up, opening her up to me, I roll my hips, hissing when my cock slides through the sopping wet heat of her pussy lips. “Jesus. You’re so wet.”
“Ineedyou.”
She arches deeper on the next pass, and I slide inside her to the hilt in one smooth motion. Burying my face in her neck, I push my one arm under her to cup her breast, the other curling around her hip to guide her movements. Every time with her is new, different, exciting. She plants her raised foot on my thigh. Once we’ve got our rhythm, my hand on her hip moves to her pussy. I trace her stretched lips, gather her juices and find her clit.
“Oh! Oh! Andres…so,sogood.” Firm pressure, slow circles, I rub her clit as we move together, like we’ve done it a thousand times, like we’ll do it a thousand more. Her orgasm crashes over her like a powerful wave and the tide takes me under after her.
“Marry me, Jenna. Be my wife. Let me spend my life making you deliriously happy.”
“Yes! Yes! Ye-e-e-es!” She shudders in my arms. I pet her pussy softly, feeling my cum leak out around my shaft. We come down slowly, our bodies connected, our hearts united.
I kiss along her shoulder, her neck, nibbling on her ear lobe. “Just want to clarify…you weren’t just saying yes to the orgasm, right?”
“Oh, no I was.” My body sags in defeat. Shit, I’m gonna have to repropose. Or maybe she doesn’t want to get married. Before I can spiral into insanity, Jenna turns in my arms and kisses me deeply, sweetly, with her whole being and soul. “I was also saying yes to orgasms for the rest of my life…with you.”
