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getting
started.   He grabbed her hips and
propelled her body back and forth faster and faster.   She was grunting and moaning loudly.   The window was open and Tommy started to
worry that the neighbors might think he was killing her and call the police. He
was on the verge of coming, on the tip of the ice berg, but he couldn’t quite
get there.   It was frustrating, and it
made him animalistic. He began to groan and beg for release.   The longer it took, the more he wanted it and
the louder he cried out.   Finally, his
orgasm detonated and caused his whole body to convulse violently.
    Jessi
fell down on top of him, gasping for air.   She was covered in sweat.   “You’re
a fuckin’ stallion.”   She looked up at
the small clock radio, still panting.   “Do you know you just fucked me for almost three hours?   How is that possible?”
    “I love you, that’s how.”   Then
he kissed her.
    She lay on her side of the bed, still slightly out of breath, and put
her hand on her chest to feel her heart beating.
    Tommy rolled over to face her and put his hand on top of hers.   He could feel the steady rapid thumping of
her wonderful heart against her magnificent breast.   He moved her hand and kissed her heart
lightly.   He touched her cheek and looked
into her beautiful pale blue-gray eyes.   “I love you, hon.   You’re the
world to me.”
    “I love you too, baby.”
    Tommy kissed her, slowly, gently.   He was lucky to have her in his life.   He began to think about Angel, and he felt ashamed.   He felt guilty for fantasizing about Angel,
while he made love to Jessi.   He silently
berated himself for thinking about Angel so often.   It was disloyal.   She was the most wonderful, beautiful,
unselfish person in the world, and he betrayed her by caring about someone
else.
    She held him and played with his hair, as he rested his head on her
shoulder.   Maybe he was thinking about it
too much.   Maybe his head was fucked up
because he had too much to drink, but he knew one thing, Angel wasn’t just a
fun time.   Angel was serious.
    Since the first day he met Angel, Tommy’s hormones have been colliding
together in chaos. He wanted to be with Angel all the time. It was an
obsession, an addiction.   At first, he
thought it was just infatuation and would diminish, but it didn’t.   It grew and nurtured, like a weed in the
pouring rain.   His feelings for Angel
grew stronger every day. He craved Angel’s presence like a drug.   It didn’t matter if they were alone together,
or in a room with a dozen other people.   Angel’s physical presence was the medication Tommy needed to remedy his
desire.   When they weren’t together, his
thoughts kept drifting back to Angel.   The touch of Angel’s hand on his shoulder, the scent of those sweet
droplets of sweat that fell from Angel’s brow when he danced all over the
stage, the sound of Angel’s adorable, boyish laugh – all were stamped into
Tommy’s memory and could be summoned up at will.   All he needed to do was close his eyes.
    Tommy didn’t understand the duality of his feelings.   He had no control over them.   He would die without Jessi, yet, his heart
was drawn to another.   It left him in a
constant state of remorse and guilt.   He
was torn between the woman he loved and the man who ignited a fire in him that
he never knew existed.   It was an
internal battle and he was afraid that, in the end, there would be no winner.   Someone was bound to get hurt.
     
    Chapter
Eleven
    “You remember the place.” Angel motioned Jessi to come inside. “Make
yourself comfortable while I get us a drink.”
    Jessi had only been to Angel’s apartment once before, when he made
dinner for her and Tommy.   Now that she
was helping him with advertising and merchandising, she would be meeting with
him on a regular basis.   She took a seat
at the breakfast bar and ran her fingers across the Corian countertop.   She wished she had a breakfast