Page 69 of Highway To Destiny

“Mom, Kyle!” I exclaimed in a surprised tone. With all that was revealed, I’d forgotten Mom said they might swing by later tonight.

Kyle took the plant from Mom and placed it on the ledge by the window. “We spent the day shopping and passed a florist downtown that had these beautiful lucky bamboo plants on display. I figured since flowers aren’t the best for good wishes in hospital rooms, a plant is the next best thing. And being a lucky bamboo, it fits perfectly,” Mom touted proudly. Personally, I thought luck had nothing to do with it.

I introduced Jack and Sylvia and gathered a couple more chairs. The sight of Mason sitting on the edge of the bed with an audience in front of him was quite humorous. It looked like he was about to conduct a class. But as I gazed at the people in the room, I knew that once we told Mom and Kyle our revelation, everything would be fine.

And it was. I could see Kyle trying to comprehend what Mason had revealed, but there was more of a sense of wonder emanating from him. I sat on the bed next to Mason while he spoke. Mom and Kyle didn’t say anything at first, but then Mom stood up and moved to where Sylvia was seated. Mom offered her hands to Sylvia, who stood and faced her as she took them.

I felt the emotion in my mother’s voice as she spoke directly to Sylvia. “Thank you for the gift you and your family gave our family. Your daughter’s brave decision to give birth to Connor gave me this beautiful boy to raise, who’s grown into this magnificent man,” Mom said through tears as she gestured to me and then hugged Sylvia. “And now you have the grandson you had to give up back in your lives again.”

I looked at Kyle, who remained quiet but had a gentle smile on his face when he returned my gaze. There was no jealousy or ego, only brotherly love. I returned the smile. As I sat next to Mason, I took his hand and intertwined our fingers.

Kyle stood and faced us. “What Mom said is true. I’m incredibly lucky to have you as my brother. I know the past year was strained, but that’s water under the bridge.” He looked at Mason and said, “Get better so you can take care of my baby brother.”

Mason chuckled. “Oh, you can bet on it,” he replied as he leaned into me. I pinched my brow briefly at Kyle for the ‘baby’ description but didn’t complain. I felt we’d done enough chiding over the past year.

It was getting late, and I could tell Mason was tired, so I brought our conversation to a close. There would be plenty of time for more questions now we all knew the secret of my existence. My last question to the group was about Mason’s recovery and rehab and where he’d be able to go. Crescent City didn’t have the facilities he’d need, and since we’d all be headed home, or in my case, back to school, that was the million-dollar question.

Sylvia immediately piped up. “Oh, he can stay with Jack and me, if Mason is willing, of course. It makes sense with all the resources he’ll need for rehab. We’ll take good care of him.” Jack put his arm around his wife and gave her a light squeeze in agreement. It had totally slipped my mind that they lived here in Seattle. Problem solved. Mason knew he didn’t stand a chance of refusing Sylvia’s offer, so he smiled and nodded in agreement.

Visiting hours were about over. I ushered everyone out, and hugs and contacts were exchanged. Mom and Kyle were headed back to Portland in the morning, but I made plans to meet them for breakfast. Eli said he’d be staying one more day to see what else he needed to do for Mason’s hospital and rehab plans, and then he’d head home to Crescent City. Jack and Sylvia said they’d work with the doctors and learn all they could to help Mason’s recovery and check with Eli in the morning.

I talked to Mason’s nurse in the hallway once everyone had left and asked her to give me about half an hour of privacy with Mason, which she agreed to with a wink. I walked back into his room, and he was still sitting on the edge of the bed. I closed the door behind me and pulled the privacy curtain around to block any prying eyes, and it reminded me of our first night together in his rig with its window shades. Mason’s eyes went wide.

“Let’s get you a bit more comfortable,” I said with a Cheshire cat grin. I helped get him back into bed and raised the head section slightly. I stood on his good side and leaned over to kiss him on the lips. He greedily accepted my advances and reached up to touch the side of my face with the back of his hand. Our hungry tongues sought each other while he moaned deeply into my mouth.

I pulled back, keeping my face close to his. “I love you so fucking much it hurts, Daddy,” I whispered, planting soft kisses on his face. He hummed in pleasure, and I could see his arousal taking shape under the bed sheet. It had been a long time since we'd been together, and tonight, no matter what, I wanted to taste my man.

“Mmhmm,” Mason replied as I saw his neck and face flush with heat. He knew what was going to happen, and he didn’t try to stop me. I figured that once I got his endorphins going, it would help with any pain as well as help him sleep a bit more soundly.

I stealthily moved the sheet down and the edge of his hospital gown out of the way. He stood at full mast, and it was a sight I’d missed for weeks. His rigid, veiny cock twitched in the air-conditioned room. I looked back at his face and placed my hand on his cheek, brushing my thumb over his lower lip. He opened his mouth and sucked my thumb in, greedily running his tongue around it. He was going to enjoy this…and so was I.

“You’re so beautiful. Mason,” I said in a breathy voice. He looked at me with hooded eyes, and I figured it wasn’t going to take long.

I took my hand from his face and brought it down to his right nipple, pinching it. He moaned and arched his back at my touch. My other hand was wrapped around his shaft, and I slowly pumped his cock. It revealed a bead of precum at the slit, so I bent over, licked it off, and swirled my tongue over his crown. More moans and a whimper escaped him.

Mason eased his legs apart when I rolled his heavy balls in my hand. My heart was pounding, and I wanted to climb on top of him and ride his cock deep in my ass. I knew better, of course, and thought a loving blowjob would do just fine for now. I continued to inch my mouth further down his erection until I hit his musky bush with my nose.

“Oh…fuck,” he cried out as he grabbed my hair with his good hand.

I was going to milk it as long as I could, but I knew he could blow his load at any moment. I gently brushed my little finger against his taint, still rolling his balls in my hand. I worked my throat muscles around the head of his cock just the way he liked it. My cock was straining against my jeans, but I kept my attention on my guy. All of it was for his pleasure. I could jack off later with the memory of what I’d done to him tonight.

My head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm, and his musk was intoxicating. His balls tightened in my hand, and I felt his dick swell. I gently grabbed his balls and tugged them down as I awaited my reward.

“Connor…oh, God…Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He huffed out in a labored breath, and I was sure his breathing was far from comfortable with fractured ribs.

It had been so long since he’d had a release. His first spurt hit the back of my throat hard as waves of cum went down my throat. I loved the taste of him, and as he came down from his orgasm, I lapped up the rest of his release as his cock softened.

I went in for a lusty kiss so he could taste himself on my tongue. He savored my mouth, and we both groaned in blissful appreciation.

“Wow, that was a surprise,” he said happily as we broke our kiss.

“Be right back,” I said, brushing his arm.

I walked into his bathroom and found a washcloth to get the remnants of his release cleaned up. Since he’d been incapacitated for most of his stay here, especially in the ICU, I had to laugh at the thought of the nurses giving him sponge baths while he lay there. I wasn’t about to bring it to his attention and have him relive the indignation he might have endured.

I snickered when I returned to his bedside with the washcloth. “I knew you were tired, but I figured that my oral gift might help you sleep a little better. My trucker daddy needed to have a special treat after all that was said today. And don’t think I only did it for you. I haven’t had my hands or mouth on you in a long time.”

Mason took hold of my free hand and kissed it. “Thank you, babe. I-I love you so much,” he said with a hitch in his voice. I finished wiping his dick and balls down before lowering his gown and placing the sheet over his lap.

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