"What the hell do you think you are doing in here? This my home, not your LOVE SHACK!"
Angel was mortified. Pulling her skirt down, she bolted upright, hands over her face.
Embarrassed, Jamison covered his still erect dick with his long shirt tails, grabbed his jacket, and books and rushed for the back door. "I'm sorry," he whined.
Angel didn't know why Doc was so furious. He HAD a new girl so it couldn't be jealousy, she told herself. Or could it?
Before leaving for her quarters she said, "Give me new guidelines and I will follow them. I'm sorry for upsetting you like this."
With words sticking in his throat and his head hung down he apologized.
"Angel, I'm sorry too. I've simply had a rough day. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
As if in a stupor, he found his way upstairs to his den. Sitting in his favorite chair he tried to read, but couldn't. Feelings of great loss lingered and poked at him every time he thought of Angel almost being fucked by that snot-nosed kid.
He had his life and his girlfriends, why should he care about what she did or didn't do--carry on like she'd committed a mortal sin?
His heart ached and he didn't know why.
Sipping half a brandy snifter of cognac he tried to calm down. When that didn't work, he took a second. After that he lost track.
A call came in that she felt he'd want to know about. When Doc didn't answer his phone, she went upstairs to the exercise room to try and find him.
He was no where to be found and the door to his den was locked. As she approached the landing to go back downstairs, she heard a noise coming from the den.
Going back she knocked and said, "Doc are you in there?" Getting no response she took the skeleton key hidden above a nearby window and unlocked the door.
Doc looked up but did not acknowledge her presence.
He continued sitting on the floor looking at a stack of photos--Angel, the twins and him--all on the boat having fun.
Looking more closely she could see his eyes were bloodshot and he was drunk.
Sitting down beside him, she put her arm around his shoulder and said, "Talk to me Doc, tell me what's happening? What the heck is going on with you? "
"Angel, I don't know. But, tonight the sight of you in the arms of another man was unbearable."
"Oh Doc. I'm so sorry. It didn't occur to me that you'd care. It just happened, I've been lonely. Guess I still haven't recovered from losing you."
Reaching over, he put his arm around her and said, "Oh Angel, I was only trying to do what I thought was best for you . . . "
"I know. You always have. But right from the start I wanted you--then I got the impression you didn't care for me as much I did you. At least as a girlfriend."
Reaching over and nuzzling her neck, half crying, half laughing, he told her, "Angel, I want you and me . . . I want us . . . to live happily ever after. When it comes to loving you, nobody does it better or could ever do it, half as good as I could."
"Tell me that in the morning when you sober up Doc."
Leaving his side, Angel pushed the sofa in front of the den's door and managed to get Doc on it. Taking a blanket from the closet, she covered him up except for his feet. Those she placed on her lap.
"A good foot rub will make you feel better."
"You can do that all night long," he said, just before passing out.
Once she was sure he was sound asleep she found another blanket and stretched out on the floor just below him. It wasn't long before she too fell fast asleep.
The next thing Angel knew, Doc was standing over her with orange juice, coffee, and toast saying, "Wake up sleepy head. We have a train to catch this morning."
"This morning? Where to?"
"You'll see, it's a surprise."
By 9:30 they arrived in Boston's South Station, each carrying a small suitcase and one laptop
to share across Doc's shoulder.
"Doc, where we headed?"
"First to New York City's Penn Station. We'll arrive there at 1:50 for a late lunch at the Waldorf Astoria and then we'll be off to Chicago at 3:45."
That evening they had dinner on the train and spent the rest of the night cuddled together best they could in their seats using each other as pillows. The luxury of being held in each others arms all night long, far exceeded any discomfort.
Arriving in Chicago at 10:00 the next morning gave them time for cherry crepes at the Magic Pan and a visit to the Chicago Museum of Art's Claude Monet Exhibit.
They got back to the Union Station just in time to catch the California Zephyr leaving for Denver at 2:00.
"Denver, Angel asked. We're going to Denver? What's in Denver?"
After dinner on the train Doc tried to reserve a sleeping room, but there still was none to be had so they spent another night in their seats but this time, they were able to upgrade to business class which gave them more leg room--a better sleep than the night's before.
By 7:00 a. m. the train pulled into Denver.
"Okay Doc, we're in Denver, what now?"
"We won't be here long. About an hour lay-over and we're off again, headed for Reno."
"Reno. Why Reno?"
"It's a surprise, remember? Let's have breakfast while the train's not moving, then the rest of the day we can go up top, read and enjoy the scenery from the dome. If we get lucky, we may see Wild Mustangs running free around Donner's Pass."
"Sounds great Doc, but I still want to know, what's in Reno?"
"Be patient and I will tell you at breakfast, but let's find some coffee first."
Waiting for their food to arrive, Doc reached across the table for Angel's hand and slipped his diamond pinky ring on the third finger of her left hand.
"It fits . . . this will have to do until we can shop for the real thing."
"Oh Doc, you are such a guy. You mean any of this stuff?"
"Angel, DO I doubt YOUR love for me?"
"No, but I haven't actually told you I love you . . . ."
"And if you DON'T tell me, RIGHT now. We're taking the next train that leads back to Boston. I want to hear you say the words Angel."
"Oh Doc, I DO love you, with all of my heart. I have for a long time."
"Good. Now that's settled, I will tell you what's in Reno. The Peppermill Hotel and Casino . . . a wedding is being held there."
"A friend of yours is getting married?"
"Yes, you could say that . . . ."
"Are we staying at the Peppermill?"
"Yes, I made reservations. They're holding two rooms, one for you and one for me."
"Great, I need a shower and a good nights sleep."
"Yes, and I figured you'd need time to prepare for the wedding. It should be easy. They have a number of retail shops right in the hotel."
"What will you be wearing?"
"I'm wearing a tux and you will need a formal gown."
"Wow. I take it you are going to be the best man."
"No, I intend to be the groom."
"Who is the lucky bride?"
"You, if you'll have me."
Angel got up from her seat and moved to Doc's side of the booth.
Giving him a big hug she kissed him and said, "Only if you'll promise to make love to me morning, noon, and night."
"I take it, that's a yes . . ."
"Oh Doc, it's a DEFINITE yes. I love you so much!"
Kissing her tenderly over and over again, he let out a deep sigh and said, "Angel, you've made me the happiest man in the world."
In the almost empty dinning car, the porter made his way towards them carrying their breakfast order. Grinning ear to ear he remarked, "You two sure do need a room!"
"I've reserved a big one," Doc replied, "at Peppermill's in Reno. A honeymoon suite."
Checking into the hotel, Angel picked up a brochure in the lobby that listed prices for Peppermill Luxury Wedding Packages.
She was shocked at the cost. Doc grabbed it away from her saying, "Don't you know that's not polite--to look at the price tag of the groom's gift to his bride? Price is no object where you're concerned."
A few hours later at the Celebrity Wedding Shop, Angel was fitted into in a designer wedding gown that had previously been worn by a famous celebrity.
Long, ivory, and classic, the dress fit her to perfection. The saleswoman assured her, "Honey, trust me, no bride has ever looked more lovely."
In a fitting room on the opposite end of the shop, the salesman found Doc a charcoal pin stripe tuxedo. He assured him, "No star of stage or screen, has ever looked more handsome and dapper."
Angel's selected a bouquet of pink wild roses and baby's breath. A version of it was made up for Doc to wear as a boutonniere.
Friends who lived in Reno were called and invited to the candlelight ceremony where
Doc and Angel spoke their own impromptu
vows accompanied by a traditional harpist
who played "Someone To Watch Over Me."
A beautiful reception followed with three tables groaning under the weight of hot and cold hordourves on silver tiered trays.
A string quartet provided music for dancing and listening. Before the happy bride and groom left their guests, the wedding coordinator gave them an unedited DVD of all that had transpired and promised to hand deliver formal pictures, within the next twenty-four hours.
With the DVD was a note saying wedding announcements and press releases were in the process of being sent out by Federal Express.
Right after the reception, Doc and Angel made a three way conference call to the twins to share their news.
Mandy and Mac were overjoyed and said they'd put on another wedding reception in Cambridge during the holidays.
That night kissing Angel tenderly, Doc carried her over the threshold into the Peppermill Royal Bridal Suite.
"Do you believe it all now Angel?"
"Oh, yes, Doc, yes."
Snuggling on the sofa, they settled in to watch the DVD of their day. But before it had even finished, they were asleep in each others arms.
Sometime before dawn, Angel woke up and made her way into the fancy shower with the big brass heads that beat water down on her body from every angle.
As good as it felt, she made it quick knowing she needed to catch a few more hours of sleep.
She had no sooner drifted off, when Doc woke up and found Angel in the bedroom.
Silently he left and took a long shower. When he was done, he put the room service order on the door for a Continental Breakfast along with a note to put it in the wine cooler and not disturb them.
With everything done he quietly slipped in next to his brand new bride for the very first time.
Cuddling up to her nakedness, he got an immediate hard-on. But somehow it was different.
It felt exciting but warm and comfortable too. Knowing she was his, that all the guess work was gone, he felt empowered.
He didn't have to wonder anymore if he made one wrong move he'd fall--that she'd be gone--leaving him broken like Humpty Dumpty--damaged beyond repair.
Feeling him next to her, she rolled over to face him. Kissing him she said, "I love you Doc, so much, it'd hurt NOT to say it. Do you still love me this morning love of my life?"
"Always. I could never say it enough, if I said it non-stop for the rest of my life. I love you with all of my heart, with all I have to give."
"Oh Doc . . . . talk to me like that all day long and tell me we're staying right here, not going anywhere else . . . ."
"Well, I thought we'd travel a just a little more. Work our way across this bed, take detours and get lost in the sheets."
"Wouldn't that take us awhile?"
"That's the whole idea . . . . . But then again, I could always love you back to sleep . . . . "
"Don't you dare, I can sleep later, I couldn't sleep now if I wanted to."
"Oh sweet baby . . . you're making me so hard. . . . I'm yours you know . . . ALL of me, not just my heart . . . ."
"All of you? Does that include this?" she said as she reached down and put her hand around the thick ridge of his erection.
"Oh yeah baby, massage it."
"Like this?" she said wrapping his hot flesh with her fingers and softly stroking from the base of his cock all the way up to the smooth, plump head and back again.
"Oh baby, you're making me so ready to fuck you . . . . "
"I want that. Spread my legs, slide down my body, tease me, tantalize me, drive me mad . . . yeah . . . yeah, just like that."
"Do you like it like that baby?"
"Oh, Doc, you're so big and thick and hard . . . make it good for me . . . slide into me right now . . . ."
"Oh yeah. My rod is on its way to rub that clit, drive you crazy 'til you beg me to put it in."
"Ohhhhhhh . . . Ohhhhhhhh . . . you're gonna make me beg?"
"Beg baby, beg me . . . "
"I'm begging you. Feed my pussy. Slide into me."
"I'm gonna feed it to you, baby, inch by inch. I'm gonna make it real good for you. Just stay with me."
"Make it good for me, I need you so bad, put it in me, now. Please . . . now . . . put that big cock of yours in me . . ."
"Like this baby? How's THIS feel? Want the rest of it?"
"Oh yeah," she whispered, and with that he shoved in his thick, hard throbbing dick and fucked her.
Her eyes turned glassy, her breath stopped and she cried out, "Oh my dear God in heaven . . . then withdrawing he teased her for a moment before plunging back in to her faster and harder than before.
"My Angel!" he groaned, cupping the sides of her face as he kissed her. I can't last much longer. . . . I want to . . . oh . . . come with me baby . . . come with me . . . I can't hold off much longer . . . CUM WITH ME!"
"Yes, yes, my darling," she murmured, "I'm with you . . . . Yes . . . . Yes . . . . something is happening. Don't stop . . . . Oh yes . . . . Please, take me, take me now . . . . Now! Ohhhh
. . . . Pleeeeeeeeease."
"That's right cum for me," he whispered, and like the a timer on a bomb the sound of his voice exploded everything in her.
She let out a final anguished scream and he drove into her one last time suspending them somewhere in time, spinning and spinning, totally out of control until they dropped and bounced along the long runway to a complete stop.
Totally spent, no more words came forth.
But then, no words were needed. There was nothing left to say. They'd said it all.
For now, their insatiable hunger for each other had been satisfied. They'd come back for seconds later.
Eyes closed, Angel murmured, " I love you soooo much . . . you know, you were wonderful . . . beyond what I could've ever imagined."
Nibbling on her neck Doc chuckled and said,
"YEAH. NOBODY DOES IT BETTER".