Free Fall (Free Fall Vol. 1): (Loving Summer #6: The Donovan Brothers #3) (5 page)

I
smiled and continued pumping her with my fingers, thrusting in and out of her
until she was screaming as waves of pleasure whacked her body.  After she came,
I kissed her on her forehead and said, “Thank you Brandi, I love hearing you
scream and taking over your body just now. You are perfection.”

She
smiled, and looked down my crotch where I was not hard. I couldn’t even get hard,
thinking this body was constantly fucked by a despicable man like Mr. Fuck Me
or AKA the Dragon…a man who was one of the worst and most dangerous bosses in
the crime ring.  The man who made me a target of his revenge, and the man who
would stop at nothing to get to any woman I loved.

“I’ll
gladly reciprocate,” Brandi said, looking hungrily at my crotch again.

“No”
I stood up, handed Brandi her gown, and tidied up.  “I get a kick out of seeing
beautiful women have orgasms by my hand,” I said “It makes me happy,” I grinned
a great big grin.

Brandi
looked shock at first and then laughed. “You’re every woman’s dream man, then,”
she said. “I hope I get to see you again for a next session soon.”

“I
do too,” I said, hurrying out of the room, but came right back in as though
I’ve forgotten something.  “Oh, by the way,” I said. “How are you liking it
here at the Blue Room? Any complaints? Anyone you see complaining? Is it a
great environment to work in?”

“I
love it here,” Brandi said. “No complaints from me.”

“Just
checking,” I said, remembering that I had to tell Danny about any gossip or
complaints regarding The Blue Room. I always honor my deals with a friend.

When
I walked out of my room at The Blue Towers, I went straight to the front desk
and reserved a room for the night.  “Particularly close to Room T100,” I said,
referring to the room I was just in with Brandi.

“Um,
that’s usually reserved for The Blue Room members.” She said. “I could put you
in another room nearby.”

“No,
that won’t be necessary,” I said, looking disappointed. “I was hoping to be
near one of my friends who got a room near Room T100.”  I gave her one of my
wicked smiles and trailed my eyes down the pretty front desk clerk’s shirt
looking into her cleavage. “Do you frequent the Blue Room?” I asked.

“No,”
she blushed.

“You
should,” I lowered my eyes in a look of lusty desire. “You’re just as beautiful
as the Blue Girls who work there. And every bit as,” I lowered my voice to a
deep growl, “sensual.”

“Oh,”
she smiled, looking flustered.

“I
really wished I could be close to Room T100.”

“Um,
I do see we have one close across from it, with a nice view of the garden
below.”

“That
would be perfect,” I said as she handed me the keycard. 

I
smiled and walked out of the Blue Tower, heading straight to my car and popping
out the trunk. I grabbed two large black duffel bags and hoisted them on my
shoulders before walking into the elevators and into my new room for the night.

Once
inside my room, I unzipped my bags. One bag was full of surveillance equipment,
and the other bag held weapons of all kinds…weapons I spent years learning to
use with skill and precision.  I’ve kept myself alive all these years because I
learned to fight, to fight back instead of becoming a victim. I went from a
sheltered college freshman to becoming a skilled killing machine trained by the
top ex-military alive to become the hunter instead of the one being hunted.

I
was one step ahead of The Dragon.

I
got to his girlfriend before he could get to my old love, my girl whom I gave
up publicly so she could be safe. And now, thanks to his girlfriend’s mouth
which can’t seem to stay shut, I will get him first before he could get me.

Chapter
8

Summer

            “
S
o why is it that I haven’t seen my long lost
big brother when everyone else has?” Rachel asked the next day after that
amazing tonight I had with Drew at the Blue Meridien.

            “Drew
and I bumped into him by accident,” I said, taking a bite out of my sun-dried
tomato and olive pasta salad. “He still has things he has to take care of,  I
guess.”

            Rachel
put down her fork from eating her chicken and strawberry salad. “We all do.”
She looked directly at me with a wistful expression. “Growing up, I always
thought he would be the one to stick around, and Drew would be the one out
traveling the world, off to some dangerous but exciting adventure. Who would’ve
thought  life would turn out the opposite of what we expected.”

“I
thought the same thing,” I said. “Life throws you curve balls sometimes, you
just need to know when to catch them or when to duck.”

Rachel
laughed. “And I always thought you’d be the glamorous one, modeling or leading
the life of a celebrity, but you chose to go into the profession of saving
people.”

“And
you’re following in Aunt Sookie’s footsteps,” I laughed. “She would be so proud
of you…how far you’ve come from the days when we put on those plays on the
beach. I couldn’t believe you played a starfish in the Pirate and Princess, and
I was the Princess.”

“Aunt
Sookie paired you up back then with Nat.”

“That’s
because you and Drew are twins,” I said. “She couldn’t separate you two. Even
now, you two are inseparable in helping run Donovan Dynamics.”

“Not
true. Drew does most of the work. I only show up for board meetings or when
they need a celebrity spokesperson.”

“All
of you Donovans could be celebrity spokespersons. You’re all too good-looking
for your own good.”

Rachel
laughed. “I think Drew always knew it, but Nat…I always thought he was just as
handsome as Drew, but in a different way. You should know…” she smiled wickedly
at me.

I
looked down. If she only knew what I was feeling and thinking all night long
last night after my encounter with Nat.

Rachel
took a bite out of her salad before placing her fork down again. “So what’s he
like?” She wrapped her arms around her, looking like a lost little girl. “I
missed him so much when he disappeared. I didn’t even get a chance to say
‘good-bye’.” She had tears in her eyes, and I bent over to hug her. 

            “I
felt the same way,” I said. “Everyone who loved him, missed him terribly.” I
sighed remembering him in his suite, wrapped only with a towel around his
waist, and dripping wet. He looked so much stronger, tougher, worldly, and
manly now. He had worked hard to have a body as fit and flawless like that. “Whatever
it was, he had his reasons,” I told Rachel.

            “I
know,” she said. “I just wished he trusted us more, that we can handle the
truth instead of trying to protect us from it. Nat, Nat, Nat,” she said, “still
the same Nat. Always the protector.”

            “Always
the one to shoulder everyone’s burden,” I said.

            “So,
soon-to-be sister-in-law,” Rachel prodded. “How does he look?”

            “Almost
the same. He wasn’t wearing a disguise, so he looked like himself, only bigger,
bulkier, more grown up.”

            “Lust-worthy?”
Rachel asked. “We all knew about your crush on Nat since birth.”

            “Definitely
lust-worthy.”

            “See,
if he wasn’t my brother, I’d go for him.  But if he is a kind of stepbrother,
and I’m not blood to him, I’d go for him.”

            “You
wouldn’t!” I said.

“You’d
be surprise how that’s one of the biggest fantasies we women have. I’m looking
at a script right now that has that part, and I was almost disgusted at that,
but then I thought of you. Is that’s what it’s like for you?”

“Are
you kidding me?” I asked. “Just because we all grew up together, love each
other as friends and then grew up…” In a way, Nat and Drew were like
stepbrothers to me, but not really. “Nah, it was never like that. My crush on
Nat was never forbidden.”

“It
would be if you find out he’s blood.” Rachel said. “You know that he would be
worried about that.”

“I
was worried too, but if it’s there, we knew each other as non-blood related
even before any of that happened, and…I’m not too sure if it’s true. I asked my
mom about it a while back after she had time to settle back into civilian life
from the military, and she said she didn’t remember Aunt Sookie giving birth to
a baby boy. But then again, Aunt Sookie seemed to have kept some secrets from
her older sister. She and my mom were closed but not really close. You know
what I mean.”

“She
could have given birth secretly, like those women who didn’t even show when
they were pregnant,” Rachel said. “And my parents…”

“Did
they say anything to you or Drew about Nat’s birth?” I asked.

“No,
if they had adopted Nat, it would be a secret my parents would take to their
grave. Nat was and is their favorite child. Whether or not they adopted him or
gave birth to him, it wouldn’t change anything.”

“I
know,” I said. “I’ll be that way too when I have children.”

Rachel
smiled. “That day may come sooner than you’d imagine. I can’t wait to become an
aunt one day,” her eyes glisten. “At least one of us is having an awesome sex
and love life.”

“Oh
Rachel,” I said. “Don’t worry, you’ll find someone you’d want to be with soon.
How could any man not want you? You’re so beautiful, funny, loyal, fierce,
and…if I’m not straight, I’d be all over you.”

Rachel
laughed. “Thanks, that would be even more complicated for you, wouldn’t it? But
no, it’s not a matter of having guys interested, it’s just a matter of what do
I want. I have some challenges I need to overcome, and it’ll be a while before
I settle down.”  She watched my face closely. “You, on the other hand, need to
get through this wedding. Although when I mentioned Nat’s name, I get the
feeling, it’s like I’m talking to the Summer from years ago. Like you still
have feelings for Nat. Am I right?”

I
groaned, putting my head down into my hands. My head was spinning…first from
drinking too much wine last night and two, from being reminded how much I was
hit by lust when I first saw him again. “Rachel, I can’t deny that when I first
saw him again, there was a spark. Of course, it’s always been there since we
were kids, and I don’t know if it will always be there, but then again, I love
Drew very much too.”

Rachel
pursed her lips. “I see. I guess feelings those strong are hard to go away.”
She placed her hand over mine and squeezed. “What are you going to do?”

I
took a deep breath and said, “I’m going through with the wedding.”  I couldn’t
deny my unresolved feelings for Nat, but I couldn’t let it destroy what I had
with Drew too. Besides, who knew if Nat felt anything at all. It could be my
mind playing tricks on me or my body reacting to the strong chemistry we’ve
always had.

“Okay,
well,” Rachel said. “Here’s an update on things from this wedding coordinator…Astor
has the catering down. He’s a pro at that. He’s hosted and been to so many
Hollywood events, he even started his own restaurant and catering business. Flowers
will be there, goodies for people, the guest list and seating arrangements
after the wedding for the reception…looks like everything will be in place. And
I will do you makeup and hair.”

“Rachel,”
I said. “You will?”

“Of
course,” she smiled. “I’m a pro at it. You know how I love all that. Anyways, I
would recommend my stylist for all those appearances I make, but I want to have
the honor of doing your hair and makeup. I’ve dreamed of it…the day you’d get
married to one of my brothers, and I would get to dress you up, put makeup on
you, and put your hair up, just like a doll. You have to let me do this.”

I
laughed. “No one else would do it justice.”

A
phone rang, and we both grabbed our phones.

“I
have to get over to Astor’s place,” Rachel said. “I mean his restaurant. We’re
holding the dinner reception there tomorrow night, so I have to go over some
last minute details. Don’t worry a thing about the wedding. I’ve got this. Just
go and get pampered. I think Drew and you should do a couple massage or
something. Just don’t stress okay?”

            Rachel
rushed off, leaving me to finish lunch by myself.

            My
phone went off and I looked down at the text. It was the hospital, and there
was an emergency I had to be at right away. 

            Someone
had come into the ER with massive injuries.

            I
grabbed my drink, tossed the rest of my lunch, and ran to my car. Thank God I
had my work to get my mind off of my love life…if only for a few hours.

Chapter
9

Summer

I
had to weave my way through traffic to get to
the ER, and then I had a hard time finding parking.  I gritted my teeth. Los
Angeles was way too congested.

I
finally found a spot next to a handicapped spot near an area close to the
dumpster. It wasn’t technically a parking spot, but this was an emergency, and
all the other doctor’s reserved parking were taken up. 

That’s
what I got for being the youngest surgeon on staff. Eager to get started in my
medical career, I was able to skip two grades in college, not to mention my
early admissions as a freshman. So here I was, the lowest surgeon on the totem
pole.

I
ran in and pulled on my coat, heading over to the Emergency Room.

Sylvia,
the head ER Trauma nurse came over to me. “Thank God you work on holidays.
There are no other doctors in town, I swear.”

“What
do we have here?” I asked Sylvia, washing my hands and looking down at the
clipboard in Sylvia’s hands.

“Head
injury. Severe. Looks like someone tried to bash this guy’s head in with a bat.
Or a pipe. It’s bleeding profusely, and he’s out cold.”

I
walked over to the room where the patient was lying and took one look at his
swollen face and head. There was a large gash on his head with the possibility
of a fractured skull. I checked his pulse and temperature, seeing that he had a
low heartbeat.  He was fading…fast.

“Get
him into surgery!” I shouted.

Everyone
moved quickly, getting the patient into the surgery room, prepping him, and prepping
me.

I
never try to look at a patient’s face whom I had to perform surgery on. It
brought on too many emotions when I do which could be distracting.  I had to
stay neutral and not affected by who I was performing surgery on. I was a
doctor who couldn’t let anyone die if they needed medical help, regardless of
who they were.  It was one reason how I could have a steady hand throughout
surgery, performing it fast and precisely.

The
surgery to his head took almost five hours of intense concentration.

When
it was over, and the nurses were wiping my brow, I finally looked down to
really see the face of my patient.

I
almost fainted.  The face looked familiar. Too familiar. 

My
knees went out from beneath me, and I nearly collapse onto the floor, if it
wasn’t for one of the nurses catching me.

I
had just performed head surgery on Nat Donovan.