Read A Portrait of Emily Online

Authors: J.P. Bowie

Tags: #General Fiction

A Portrait of Emily (11 page)

BOOK: A Portrait of Emily
12.68Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

§ § § §

LAX was mercifully not the congested mess it could have been as Jeff and Peter accompanied David and Andrew into the terminal.

Andrew headed for the bar. “Just time for a farewell drink.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “This early?”

“It’s already lunch time in New York,” Andrew replied.

“Let’s get some coffee.” David took Andrew’s arm. “You can have a drink on the plane.”

“I need one to
get
on the plane.”

David sighed. “He’s not kidding either. He’ll be a nervous wreck without at least a glass of wine.”

“Okay,” Jeff said. “We’ll have coffee and watch Andrew get drunk enough to board the plane.”

“You guys,” Andrew whined. “I can’t help it if flying scares me shitless.”

Peter chuckled. “Well, you have David’s hand to hold…among other things.” He rolled his eyes as Andrew ordered an extra large glass of Chardonnay from the bartender who had suggested it—“For just two dollars more.”

The four friends were doing their best to be light hearted about this imminent departure, but when the time came for David and Andrew to get in line and go through security, Peter and Andrew made quite a spectacle of themselves as they hugged for so long people began to stare. David and Jeff stood quietly by trying not to look embarrassed as they watched their respective lovers say goodbye.

“Call us as soon as you get to the apartment,” Peter yelled at their retreating backs. He gave Jeff a sheepish smile. “I’m going to miss them so much.”

“I’d never have guessed,” Jeff said wryly. He put a comforting arm round Peter’s shoulders and led him to the escalators.

On the way back to Laguna, Peter remembered the invitation he’d given Emily. “Oh, by the way, I suggested to Emily that we all get together sometime soon for dinner. I thought we could have them over and include her brother, Anthony.”

“Sounds like a plan. Have you met him?”

“No. Emily told me he’s gay. She was quite funny actually. Asked me if we knew any eligible gay men he could meet.”

“That’s all he’d need. The two of us trying to play match makers.”

“I couldn’t think of anyone anyway. Most people we know are coupled already. Do you know anyone?”

“Let’s not go there, Peter. Just invite him for dinner. We have no idea what kind of guy he is or what interests he might have.”

“Well, he’s just out of military school; that much I know. Maybe he’s still into discipline and stuff.”

“Oh great. Let’s invite some masterful type in leather then.”

“You know anyone like that?”

“If I did, I’d keep quiet about it. No telling what you’d get up to.”

Peter punched Jeff’s arm in protest. “I do kind of go for the masterful type, though.” He smiled slyly. “That’s why I chose you.”

“I thought you kind of forced yourself on me, actually.”

“Huh. Like you put up much of a fight. Okay, let’s get serious. Would Thursday night be good? Supposing they can make it, of course.”

“Thursday’s fine. You should invite Eve, too. It’ll even up the boy/girl quotient a bit and they’d all get along, I think.”

“Good idea. I’ll make the arrangements when we get home. Do you have to go back to work?”

“Yeah, unfortunately. I have an appointment with Durable Insurance Company. They want me to check out some claims for them.”

“Sounds boring.”

“It is, but it’s the bread and butter stuff that keeps the doors open.”

Peter had his own thoughts on that topic, but decided wisely to keep them to himself. The one and only argument they’d had since Jeff had moved in had involved finances. Peter hadn’t wanted Jeff to pay him rent.

“I don’t need it,” he’d said at the time. “And if your expenses are less you won’t have to work so hard. You can be here at home with me.”

Jeff had looked at him like he had three heads. “I certainly will pay my share. I will not be your kept man, Peter.”

Peter, realizing he’d maybe acted too cavalier, tried to lighten the moment by saying, “Well if not my kept man, how about my love slave?”

“I think I’m that already,” Jeff had growled, pulling Peter into his arms. And that had been the end of that particular conversation.

Peter called Emily when he got home, and after checking with Jerry and Anthony, she called back to say they could all make it. “I was so surprised when Anthony said yes, Peter. We haven’t been anywhere together in ages. And for him to visit people he doesn’t know, it’s amazing. Of course, I did tell him you were the one painting my portrait and he seemed keen to meet you.”

“Well, Jeff and I are looking forward to meeting him and to having you and Jerry here. My mother is joining us, by the way.”

“Really?”

“I hope you don’t mind.” Peter could hear the surprise in Emily’s voice.

“Oh, of course not…She seems really nice.”

“Uh, by the way…have you spoken to Jerry yet about…you know…?”

“No, I haven’t. Not yet. I haven’t found the courage.”

“Only, I was thinking, maybe you should give that a little more thought.”

Emily was quiet for a moment. “You think it might change things?”

Peter sighed impatiently. “I hate talking about this on the phone. Maybe we could talk about it again when we’re alone—probably best not say anything just yet.”

“All right Peter, I won’t. Honestly, it’s an easy thing to agree to.”

After his conversation with Emily, Peter went upstairs to his studio and worked on her portrait for a while. He found her an easy subject and so far he was pleased with the expression he had captured. Not sad, not exactly smiling. A look of thoughtfulness was how he thought of it.

Peter liked to convey that expression in people he found interesting. He had used it when he had painted Andrew, although that had been mixed with a certain sensuality. Here, in Emily’s clear blue eyes, there was nothing but innocence. The irony was not lost on Peter. He grimaced as he thought again of what Emily had confessed to him. In his wildest imaginings, he could not begin to come close to feeling the terror she must have endured all those years. He put his brush down and gazed at the sweet face on the canvas. How had she managed to come out of it as well as she had? There was no doubt in Peter’s mind that Emily was one strong girl. He heard the door close downstairs, then Jeff’s footsteps mounting the stairs.

“Hi there, you.” He walked over to kiss Peter hello then looked at the portrait.

“Wow, you’ve done a lot since I last looked.”

“What do you think?”

“I think you’ve done it again. Another masterpiece.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all the artists you know.”

“Yep, I do.” Jeff hugged Peter from behind, resting his chin on Peter’s shoulder while he studied the portrait. “I think you’ve outdone yourself this time. I don’t know how, and that’s because I’m not an artist, but you just make your subjects seem so
real.
Not just paint on a canvas, but real warm flesh and blood.”

“Thank you, kind sir.” He leaned back into Jeff’s embrace and rubbed his face against Jeff’s. The feel of the late afternoon stubble on Jeff’s cheek caused a ripple of desire to course through Peter’s body. He wriggled his rump against the growing bulge he could feel pushing into his butt.

“One of these days I want you to sit for me.
Naked
, of course.”

“What happened to that photographic memory of yours?”

“Oh, I can conjure up every little detail vividly…”

“Hey, not so much of the
litt
le
.”

Peter laughed, turning in Jeff’s arms to nuzzle his neck. “Nuthin’ little about you, baby. Wanna show me just how big it gets?”

Jeff chuckled. “How could I resist that oh so eloquent invitation?”

Peter pushed his crotch into Jeff’s hardness. “Obviously you can’t. Mmm…I think I just might have to take care of this big problem right now.”

Jeff’s lips on Peter’s brought them both an immediate and welcome rush of desire, and in a flash their shirts were flung aside, pants were discarded, and their naked bodies were pressed together while they sucked on each other’s tongues.

Jeff lifted Peter into a bear hug and carried him out of the studio into their bedroom.

“We’ve still got our socks on,” Peter said, looking at their feet as Jeff deposited him on the bed.

“Kinky,” Jeff murmured against Peter’s ear.

“Kinky or not, they’re coming off.”

“Allow me.” Jeff slowly stripped Peter’s socks off then nibbled on his toes. “You have such pretty feet,” he said between nibbling and licking.

“Uh…” Peter curled his toes in protest. “That tickles.”

“How ‘bout this then?” Jeff released the sensitive feet and kissed his way up Peter’s legs, rubbing his bristled jaw over Peter’s inner thighs, smiling as he forced little moans and whimpers from Peter’s throat.

“Like that better, huh?”

“Love it…”

Jeff took Peter’s hard cock between his lips and swirled his tongue over the head.

“Love you doing that too.”

Jeff sucked his way down to the blond, springy curls at the root of Peter’s cock, then back up, dragging his tongue over the underside, swirling once again over the head. His hands caressed the sides of Peter’s torso then roamed over his hard, ridged abdomen, finding his nipples, teasing them until they stiffened between his fingers.

His lips moved up and down over Peter’s throbbing cock. He caressed and gently squeezed Peter’s balls then slid one finger over the soft skin of his perineum and into the cleft between his buttocks.

Peter squirmed over the invading finger, drawing it up inside him, gasping aloud as it passed over his sweet spot, sending jolts of unadulterated pleasure through his blood.

“Uh…oh God, Jeff…” Peter’s moans intensified and he arched his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper into Jeff’s mouth. His hands twisted in Jeff’s thick, wavy hair. His eyes rolled back in his head as he gave himself up to the ecstasy of Jeff’s strong, rhythmic sucking.

“Can’t hold back…” He was so close to coming and he almost groaned with disappointment when Jeff released him. But then Jeff was kissing his way back up over Peter’s writhing body, sending delicious and irresistible frissons of pleasure through him.

“Fuck me…”

“That’s the plan…”

Jeff reached for the lube, coating his cock and Peter’s ass with an urgency that had both men breathing heavily, almost panting with desire.

Peter raised his hips and wound his legs around Jeff’s waist as Jeff guided his erection into Peter’s slick opening, penetrating him with one long slow glide. Peter’s body arched, not in protest at the burning sting, but with the rapture that followed the brief pain. He gazed up into Jeff’s eyes and saw his own reflection there, his expression one of complete bliss. Jeff’s mouth covered his, his tongue slipping past Peter’s parted lips, the effect as erotic as Jeff’s cock that moved deep inside him, each pass over Peter’s prostrate like an electric shock through his blood.

Jeff’s groan told Peter he was close. He grasped his erection and pumped it to their quickening rhythm. The thrusts came harder, faster, their kiss deepened and they came together, their sweat slicked bodies shuddering in each other’s arms, their moans muffled by the kiss that went on and on, heightening their mutual orgasms.

“Wow…” Peter could barely breathe, yet he kept Jeff pressed against him, loving the weight of his muscular body on top of him, the hammering of his heart thumping in time with his own.

Jeff kissed Peter’s nose. “My thoughts exactly.” He rolled onto his side, keeping Peter close. “Love you.”

Peter snuggled deeper into Jeff’s arms. “Love you too,” he said trying to suppress a yawn. He closed his eyes and let sleep carry him away.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Patricia Hastings watched from her bedroom window as Emily, Jerry, and Anthony climbed into Jerry’s car and drove off. She felt a stab of jealousy as she recognized that Emily and Anthony were once again as close as they had been before he went away.

She had enjoyed the fact that things seemed a bit strained between them in the weeks that Anthony had been home. Patricia did not like either of her daughters. She loved Anthony only. Her son had been the only happiness she had ever gleaned from her family. Her daughters were obstacles to her happiness, especially when they had spun their wild stories about their father’s perversions.

What if anyone had ever found out?

A long time ago she had convinced herself that the only way to deal wither husband’s perversion was to act as if it had never really happened. He had threatened her with the loss of her home and public humiliation. She knew, only too well, that he was capable of carrying out his threats…and what would happen to Anthony then?

What
had
happened to him? She was still unsettled by their conversation the other night.

“No mother,
he
didn’t.”

His words echoed in her head. What had that meant? Intuitively, she knew Anthony was hiding something from her. She suspected he had confided in Emily, though. She’d never get it out of
her—
Little Miss Loyalty. She knew Anthony had made a habit of visiting Emily in her room over the past few nights. She had heard him knock on his sister’s door and the murmur of voices from inside. She had searched both their rooms for some clue, but found nothing.

Climbing the stairs, she paused outside the door to Emily’s room. They’d be gone for hours…she had
plenty of time. The door was locked, but Patricia produced a key from her housecoat pocket. As she opened the door and flipped on the lights, she gasped with surprise. There, on the floor by the bed, was a leather bound book…obviously a journal of some kind. Patricia picked it up and flicked through some of the pages. Her eyes narrowed as she began to read the latest entry:

Knowing Jerry has given me new hope for the future. With him, I’m no longer afraid. Even the terrible things my father did to me seem bearable when I’m with Jerry. I love him so much. I never thought it possible I could love anyone as much as I love him. All these years I thought hatred would be my strongest emotion—hatred for my father—but in Jerry’s arms I feel that I am loved by a truly wonderful person. I can hardly wait for the day he takes me out of this house of misery, away from my father’s alcoholic rages and my mother’s indifference. I’m so happy Anthony came to talk to me last week. His friendship has always been important to me. I am so sorry for what he’s been through and I pray he will meet someone who can love him and give him the happiness he deserves.

BOOK: A Portrait of Emily
12.68Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

Black Flags by Joby Warrick
The Road Home by Fiona Palmer
Witch Is The New Black by Dakota Cassidy
Murder for the Bride by John D. MacDonald
The Prada Plan 2: Leah's Story by Antoinette, Ashley
Hidden Prey (Lawmen) by Cheyenne McCray