Unobtainable (21 page)

And why did I feel it necessary to tell Harley any of this?

“Uh huh…it looked like more than a simple hi to me. You don’t see me kissing strange men in the lobby of a hotel I’m staying at with another man.”

“Jealous much?” I teased, messing his hair.

“I’m not jealous, I don’t want to discuss this anymore,” he snorted, swatting my hand away. “Turn right at the next set of lights, then left. By the way, what’s your handicap?”

“I don’t have a handicap.”

“Everyone has a handicap, what are you a pro?”

“I’m confused.”

“Have you ever played golf?” he laughed.

“Mini put, how hard can it be?”

“Well today you learn, I’ll teach you. First we’ll fuck around on the driving range, get the feel of the clubs by hitting a few balls. We better stick to the first nine holes after that. I’ve played this course before it’s not the most challenging, but it’s quiet at this time of day.”

Had I known that learning to play golf was so
hands on
, I would have signed up for lessons from Harley years ago. Harley held my hands while guiding them to the grip of the club placing my fingers just so, pressing his chest against my back, bending me forward and then kicking my feet apart. Bringing the club up and back, his chin touched my shoulder and our eyes met. He was so cute, giving me that pay-attention glare of his. It was a wonder I could swing the club at all with him pasted to my back and smelling the way he did.

“First rule,” Harley said. “Let everyone else go around us. We’re not in a hurry.”

“Yeah, I guess I’d piss them off,” I laughed.

“Fuck ‘em, they had to start somewhere, we didn’t all start off playing like Arnold Palmer.”

“Who?” I asked, laughing as Harley rolled his eyes. “Kidding, Jesus Harley loosen up and teach me some more golf.”

It wasn’t as if there was a line up. Two men and a woman tossed a coin in the air and I watched as each of them teed off and their balls disappeared far off into the distance. They made it look so simple.

“Rule two,” he stepped closer. “Tell me about this Collin guy.”

“I already told you,” I pushed my tee in the ground in the exact spot where the last man in the threesome had his, placed the ball on top and stood ready for my first real swing. “Show me how to do this again?”

Holes one, two and three were a humiliating debacle as I sliced left, sliced right and finally got the hang of hitting the ball fairly close to straight but without a lot of distance. There was no fear of me ever becoming addicted to the sport. I also learned the meaning of whiffing, I was a pro at whiffing, missing the ball completely more times than I hit it. If whiffing were a world class sport, I’d be a fucking gold metal master!

Hole six, Harley set his clubs down and sat on the ground beside them. “Talk to me, Dyson.”

If I didn’t know better I would say that Harley had a green-eyed streak in him. But why would he give two shits about who I screwed in the past? Mr. Confusion was at it again. Colin for some reason was really bothering Harley, it made me feel disturbingly pleased that he may be the tiniest bit insecure. If we had been a couple I could understand it, but his jealousy was ridiculous, crazy even.

“Why are you worried about a guy I haven’t seen in seven years? Why are you worried at all, Harley?” I asked, sitting on the perfectly groomed grass beside him.

“Pfft, I’m not worried,” he leaned back on his elbows, casually stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles. “You just looked real friendly. Mr. Waters didn’t look too happy about it either…I don’t like that man.”

Maybe with everything we had discussed and the fact that someone was playing a game of cat and mouse with us, Harley was less than trusting. He seemed to be doing a lot of looking over his shoulder.

Get it over with
, I thought,
Put his mind at ease
.

“I’m not too fond of Waters myself…Colin and I went to college together, after we graduated we spent two weeks in the Bahamas. He went back to London, I went home and until today we haven’t seen each other.”

“What happened in the Bahamas?”

“What do you think happened?” I tongued my cheek, raising my brows.

“I don’t think I want to know after all,” Harley announced, jumping to his feet. “Just don’t do it again, no kissing other guys while we’re together…come on, three more holes. Show me what you’ve learned.”

I air saluted him behind his back, wanting to tell him we weren’t together.

~~~

Once back in the hotel room, there was no mistaking that Harley wasn’t over Collin or the Bahamas trip, even though I wisely kept the details to myself. He lay there flicking through the channels trying to act unresponsive as I climbed onto the bed pulling his arm around me and snuggling into his side, resting my head on my hand while cruising his brooding profile.

“Tell me the truth,” I whispered into Harley’s ear. “Does the idea of me fucking other men make you jealous?”

“I don’t get jealous,” Harley said, caressing his fingers with lazy strokes through my hair. “I’m very possessive, Dyson. You can fuck whoever you please, that doesn’t concern me. I just don’t want you kissing anyone but me and I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else’s dick inside you but mine while we’re together.”

I smiled, laying my cheek against his chest. “Wouldn’t you like to know what it feels like to be fucked by me, you might like it? I’d be gentle. We could take it nice and slow.”

“I fuck you,” he ordered, tugging my hair and sending a thrill deep into my belly. “Not the other way around.”

“Well, if you ever change your mind,” I kissed his cheek and rolled from the bed.

“Get dressed,” Harley snapped. “Let’s get out of this room for a while.”

“Yes please, what would you like to do?” I asked, waiting to get dressed until I knew what he had in mind before deciding what to wear.

“Do you like cheesecake?” he asked.

“I can see I’ll be spending all my spare time in the gym once we get back home,” I shook my head.

“That’s a yes,” he said, jumping from the bed. “The Cheesecake Factory is right across the street.”

“Cheesecake factory as in Penny works there?” I joked, buttoning the fly on my jeans. “You do know it’s not an actual cheesecake factory?”

“Yes smartass, just get dressed.”

The peanut butter chocolate cheesecake was superb, the coffee to wash it down was even better and walking along the quiet street at Harley’s side was ideal. It was like living the best part of every dream I’d ever dreamt about Harley, all rolled into one.

We walked silently through the busy 16th street mall, mainly window shopping. In a quaint little boutique Harley bought his sister a hand knit nursing shawl and I purchased a pair of pink beaded earrings for Clair. I made another purchase when Harley was out of sight, a leather braided bracelet that I thought he’d like, he often wore many different bracelets at one time. I waited outside while he finished his shopping.

“I hope Chelsea likes the shawl, the saleslady said they’re very popular among new mothers.”

“I’m sure she will,” I answered, searching in my shopping bag. “I got you something.”

“You did?” he scowled, all macho like.

I handed him the bracelet after tearing off the price tag and watched as he slipped it over his hand and tightened the loop at his wrist with his teeth.

“Thanks,” he said, fiddling in his shopping bag. “Two great minds think alike.”

His bracelet was black, the one he handed me was a chocolate brown color. I grinned and we laughed as I put it on. No words needed to be shared. I was touched that he thought enough to buy me something. I hoped he felt the same.

Continuing our walk, we reached the end of the street mall and turned around making our way along the other side of the street admiring all the shop fronts on the way back to the hotel.

“You know what I wish?” Harley asked.

“Nope.”

“I wish I could hold your hand,” he looked gloomy. “As if no one else existed and we didn’t have to pretend we were just friends.”

“But we are just friends,” I admitted out loud. “And this will be over before we know it. Once we’re home, the timer’s going to start ticking again.”

“Then we better make the most of the time we have left.”

~Harley~

After making several calls to a PI that I had been introduced to by a client, I felt better knowing that the
stranger
situation was going to be dealt with. The gentleman, Leo Phillips, assured me he would start investigating as soon as I wired him the retainer fee. After breakfast I went to the front desk and made immediate arrangements for a money transfer. A text less than an hour later guaranteed me he was on the job.

Trying to convince myself that it wasn’t Carraro, a thought suddenly came to mind, Bruno. Although giving gifts and playing nice wasn’t Bruno’s MO, I still wouldn’t put it past the son-of-a-bitch if he discovered where I was. Putting the blame on my past, I found myself questioning Dyson’s as well. He said Rebecca was over it, but what about her father and mother, the Aunt or friends. My head was aching just thinking about the damaging lives we had each led. The list of possible adversaries was growing, not only on my behalf but Dyson’s also. Though he wasn’t in the position where his every move could cause a domino effect, there were still people out there who could wish to seek some form of retaliation for his deception.

Dyson came from the washroom and I swiftly donned my mask, placing a smile on my face as I produced football tickets and watched Dyson’s eyes light up. I know he played football during his high school and first collage years and due to an injury he was forced to quit, but we’d never really talked about it. I would enjoy watching a game with him, after all he let me teach him a little golf even though I’m sure he hated every minute.

“What exactly stopped you from playing, all I heard was that you got injured,” I asked, watching Dyson choose a denim shirt from the hangers by the door and laying it on the end of the bed.

“I hit a practice sled full throttle. The minute the ball of my foot hit the ground and I pushed off, I knew I was finished. I went down like a bag of wet shit, the fucking pain was like a knife being gored into the back of my thigh.”

“It was bad?”

“I tore the lateral hamstring. I had to have major surgery to put it back together again, that’s what the scar on the back of my leg is from, then there was rehab for close to two years. I basically had to learn how to walk again. My football career was over. Actually, it hadn’t even begun.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Everything happens for a reason,” Dyson shrugged it off. “I graduated top of my class though, I had no excuse for not studying anymore.”

Dyson laughed, but deep down I could see his heart ache. His dreams had been ripped from him at such a young age. Most times he was so upbeat, just the idea of being considered the best in a sport and ending up as an accountant had me shaking my head. I probably would have been a self-destructive mess had I been in his shoes, yet here Dyson stood in front of me with a gorgeous smile on his face and those chocolate brown eyes of his shining.

“Get dressed and we’ll get going,” I told him, before other ideas stopped us from leaving the room all together. “Only two lectures today.”

“Thank God, because I can’t take many more…these are amazing seats by the way,” Dyson said, tossing the tickets onto the bed and dropping his towel.

I watched as he slipped on a pair briefs and then a pair socks I was certain matched and he spun around in a circle with his arms in the air.

“What do you think?”

“Very nice. Who do you got your money riding on?” I asked, with a laugh.

“The Dolphins. You can’t tell? Orange and blue, the dolphins of course.”

“Color blind.”

“Forgot your one imperfection,” he narrowed his eyes. “How do you know I match my underwear to my socks then?”

“One imperfection? I guess I have the Broncos then, and it’s easy, they have logos and you’ve never denied it,” I slapped his ass. “Drinks are on the loser in the Strata Bar after the game. The winner picks the poison.”

~Dyson~

We headed off to the game after attending three of the most boring talks ever, I swear my ears were bleeding they were so dull. I mean who gave a shit about the European impact on paper quality or buying verses leasing office equipment? Not this guy. Not when there was a football game to go to.

I may not be into many sports but football was most definitely mine. I had dreamt of going pro one day, of being the best of the best and spending my life living in the glory. Hell, I was on my way when I won my scholarship and rumor had it that big name recruiters had their eyes on me. If it hadn’t been for that god damned hamstring of mine tearing during a fucking practice of all things, I may have been standing on that field today. Instead I was sitting in the stands drinking stale beer and eating a shriveled up hotdog watching what might have been my life from the fifty yard line.

It was Broncos versus Dolphins, the game went into overtime and Denver kicked the Dolphins asses 39 to 36. All in all it was an amazing game.

Being that Harley had several important calls to make, we decided we’d go back to the hotel and order room service. We put off going to the bar until later, I wasn’t too keen on going drinking on an empty stomach anyway. Dinner came and we each opened our laptops and collectively ignored each other for several hours as we ate our meals. I submitted payroll for the week, while Harley argued prices. He was very good at what he did and once I was finished with my mundane chore I sat and watched him over the top of my laptop screen.

Negotiating was what he did best. Harley had a golden tongue, a hypnotizing tone and a winning attitude to match. The old adage that you could sell ice cubes to Eskimos described Harley Cooper. Had he been making eye contact with the person on the other end of the phone, they would have crumbled at his feet long ago. Negotiations would have taken up only a fraction of his time had they met the provocative blue in his eyes.

Harley snapped his fingers in my face and smiled once I flashed back to reality. I shrugged my shoulders and he laughed covering the phones receiver, he told me he’d be a few more minutes and that then he’d be mine. And I wanted him to be mine, all mine.

The visual I was having of sliding my cock into his hot ass took my breath away. I went into the washroom and closed the door, splashing my face with water, attempting to clear my head. When the door slowly opened and Harley stood in the doorway with his hands over his head holding the door frame completely naked, I quite literally burst into flames.

“We have a problem,” he growled.

“We do?” I asked, putting my glasses on with a daft grin on my face, because I couldn’t see a problem at all.

“Yup,” he sauntered across the room. “You’re not naked.”

“No I’m not.”

“Then we better remedy that,” he purred, tugging the hem of my shirt from my jeans.

His hands made quick work of my clothing. He took my hand and led me out of the room, turned me and reversed me across the room until the backs of my knees made contact with the bed. He slipped off my glasses, his palm against my chest and licked across my lips before shoving me, forcing me to tumble onto the end of the bed. I rested on my elbows and grinned as Harley dropped to his knees and spread my legs open, sucking my cock into his glorious mouth.

“Oh fuck, what did I do to deserve this?” I asked, taking in a gasping breath as he swiftly sat up.

“Shut the fuck up and enjoy,” he said. “I’m a horny animal and you’re my prey.”

My eyes widened and I laughed as Harley got back to the task at hand. He had me panting in a matter of seconds. I fell back moaning as I tangled my fingers into his soft wavy blond hair.

“I like being your target,” I groaned. “Hungry?”

“You have no fucking clue,” he slurped up the side of my length, curling his tongue around my cock and staring into my eyes. He winked.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked, with a cheeky grin. “Then warm me up.”

Bending me like a pretzel, tossing my feet into the air, his warm wet tongue made contact with my puckered opening and I cried out, Harley’s hand collided with my ass cheek. My warm skin pinked from the slow sting of his hand.

“Oh, uh, ohhhh!”

Not needing a written invitation, Harley ripped open a condom with his teeth, slid it along his cock and lubed it up. He pushed into me without warning or caution. He was buried to the balls and groaning with every biting thrust.

“You have such a big dick!”

“All the better to fuck you with my dear,” he huffed, with a cheesy grin on his beautiful mouth.

I watched as his mouth formed a pleasing O and his head fell back. He was lost in me, completely entranced and I loved every superb plunge of his cock deep inside me. Our hands were roving wildly, we couldn’t get enough of each other and no part was left untouched.

Harley covered my mouth with his, his tongue colliding with mine, he groaned when I nipped at it. He licked down my chin to my neck and peppered it with tiny kisses as he licked across my collar bone and his teeth sunk into my skin. I squealed with delight and he sucked hard. It was such a turn on that I ignored the fact that he was giving me a hickey. He was marking me and I was about to cum.

“Don’t do it,” he growled. “I can feel you want to, but don’t fucking cum, I’m not ready.”

Harley rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes, he was trying to gain control. I contracted my muscles and he let out a long anguished groan, pulling from me and falling at my side.

Although it was probably not going to happen I took this opportunity to give it a try. I wrestled Harley onto his belly and lay on top of his back with my dick wedged between his ass cheeks. I held his arms over his head and slowly I glided back and forth, mapping kisses over his neck and shoulders. I nipped at the flesh at the nape of his neck and sucked, leaving a bold purple love bite the size of a quarter.

“Tit for tat,” I chuckled. “Harley?” I whispered breathlessly into his ear as he moaned, bringing his arm back around my head.

“Baby.”

“I want to fuck you,” I panted. “Let me fuck you?”

“Uh uh, not going to happen.”

“Why do you get to make all the rules?” I asked, keeping him pinned beneath me, using the perspiration on our skin to glide over his back. “Just this one time, let me make love to you. I’ll never ask again.”

It shocked me that I had said those words and I was glad Harley couldn’t see my face. The moment of silence seemed to hang in the air for a life time as I waited for Harley to tell me again it wasn’t going to happen, then I’d let him finish me off. I just needed to know if it was a possibility.

His fingers tangled into my hair and he tugged, rough until I whined and he whispered something at the same time. I had to ask him to say it again because I was sure I was hearing things.

“I can’t believe I’m going to let you fuck me,” he whispered a tad louder. “You better get me good and ready.”

Good and ready I did. I spent an absurd amount of time working him over, getting him as hot and bothered as I could. He was tense and rightly so, because of his bad experience in the past. The tortured past he shared with me, encouraged me to be gentler than I’d ever been before with anyone else.

“Ready for me lover?” I whispered into his ear, raising his hips a bit higher and pushing his legs apart.

“Mmm…”

Rubbing the tip of my cock against his tight hole, I watched as his hips swayed to the rhythm I was setting. He was into this, he wanted this, even with all the protest I could tell by his reaction to me, he craved what I was about to give him.

“Fuck me,” I heard him whisper, as he grasped hold of the bed sheets and pushed his hips back. “Before I change my mind.”

That was all the inspiration I needed. I pressed against his opening, the exquisite agony of pushing through his tight muscle sending me into a euphoric state until I was buried deep inside him. He fit me like a satin glove it was the most mind-blowing feeling having Harley wrapped firmly around my cock.

Harley kept crying out ‘fuck’ over and over, he was so vocal I was nervous someone was going to hear him and call the cops. I carefully covered his mouth with my hand and continued grinding into his ass with vigor, swirling my hips in circles. Harley clasped onto the headboard, his entire body was shaking violently. I was worried at first, thinking maybe he was reliving the nightmares and I should stop, then I realized…he was getting off.

“Did you cum?” I whispered against his ear.

“Mmm…” he groaned. “We’re going to have to call housekeeping.”

“Not until I’m done lover,” I stroked my hands over the cheeks of his ass and grabbed onto his hips.

I suppressed my urge to take him overly rough as I rammed my dick into him, watching him scrunch his face burying it into the mattress.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned him. “You want me in or out?”

“In,” he panted. “I want you to cum inside me.”

I came so hard, like never before, I was worried the condom wouldn’t hold the amount of jizz that shot from me. If Harley thought I trembled beneath him, he had to have felt my body as it convulsed above him falling happily over the edge into orgasm heaven. Collapsing onto his back, body-hugging him, I came down from my euphoric high, listening to his breathing quieten.