All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (121 page)

 
Time
seemed
to
stand
still
as
the
two
lovers
humped,
bumped
and
grind
their
way
through
repetitive
exhausting
orgasms.
Moments
later,
happy
and
oh
so
satisfied
they
snuggled
in
each
others
arms
recuperating
and
sharing
the
magic
and
tenderness
that
only
follows
good
loving.
 

It
was
crystal
clear
to
Queen
that
their
bodies
were
created
to
satisfy
each
other.
What
was
not
so
clear
was
how
in
the
hell
did
she
get
so
strung
out
on
this
man
and
caught
up
in
this
big,
hot
ass
mess?
More
importantly,
how
was
she
going
to
ever
get
out
of
it?

 
Hours
turned
into
days,
days
into
weeks
and
weeks
into
months
as
Queen
juggled
Med
School
and
three
very
different
flavors
of
succulent
chocolate.
Though
her
relationship
with
X
remained
strictly
platonic
Queen
could
tell
that
he
was
totally
infatuated
with
her.
Like
it
or
not
she
also
could
tell
that
that
she
cared
for
him
too.
And
if
not
for
the
other
two
magnificent
men
who
monopolized
her
life
she
would
have
loved
to
make
him
her
man.

X
was
good
for
Queen.
Although
he
was
roughly
six
years
older
than
Queen
they
were
perfectly
suited
for
each
other.
 
Naturally
he
was
tall,
standing
around
six
feet
three
and
extremely
handsome,
well
built
and
substantially
well
endowed,
but
so
were
all
the
others
that
she
ever
loved.
Still
X
had
an
unusual
calming
effect
on
Queen.
His
quite,
down
home
casualness
lured
her
into
a
sense
of
peace
that
Queen
had
never
experienced.
His
modest,
low
key
sexiness
reminded
her
of
Paul
and
his
gentle
smile
comforted
her
and
let
her
know
that
it
was
okay
to
be
who
she
was.
 

Besides,
he
demanded
absolutely
nothing
of
her.
True
to
his
word
he
really
just
wanted
to
be
near
her.
He
watched
in
silence
as
she
juggled
not
one,
but
two
high
profile,
rich,
over
sexed,
boy
toys
and
never
once
complained
that
he
wasn
’
t
even
getting
a
sniff
of
the
koochie.
This
amazed
Queen
and
she
couldn
’
t
resist
pushing
the
envelope
just
a
tad
to
see
exactly
what
his
game
was.
So
one
night
at
dinner
she
decided
to
ambush
him.

“
Are
you
married?
”

“
What?
No,
I
told
you
that
I
wasn
’
t
married.
”
X
replied
puzzled.

“
Do
you
have
a
girlfriend?
”
She
continued.

X
knew
instantly
what
game
she
wanted
to
play,
so
he
decided
to
play
along.
“
Yeah
as
a
matter
of
fact
I
do?
Why?
”

Queen
a
little
taken
back
by
his
answer
proceeded
on
with
her
line
of
questioning.
“
So,
where
does
she
think
that
you
are
when
you
’
re
out
with
me?
”

“
She
knows
about
you
and
she
knows
exactly
where
I
am.

“
Where
does
Teddy
think
you
are?
”

“
Bear
thinks
I
’
m
being
tutored.
”
She
nonchalantly
replied
as
she
took
a
bite
of
her
salad.

“
Wow,
one
of
you
must
be
awfully
stupid
because
we
’
re
out
together
at
least
three
or
four
times
a
week.
”
X
calmly
replied
as
he
poured
more
wine
for
the
two
of
them.

Queen
rolled
her
eyes,
allowed
that
dig
to
fly
by
and
forged
on.
“
So
why
haven
’
t
you
ever
told
me
about
her.
I
mean
who
is
she?
What
does
she
do?
And
how
the
hell
does
she
know
me?
”

“
Sounds
like
someone
is
a
little
jealous,
”
X
teased.
“
Her
names
unimportant-
besides
you
’
d
recognize
it
if
I
said
it.
She
’
s
a
med
student
just
like
you.
What
does
Logic
know
about
me?
”

“
You
’
re
my
professor.
There
’
s
not
a
lot
more
that
Logic
needs
to
know
about
you.
”
Queen
raised
her
eyebrow
wondering
where
this
was
going.

“
You
know
some
people
would
say
that
you
and
I
are
dating.
”

“
Oh
yeah,
and
who
would
those
people
be?
”

“
Let
’
s
see
…
the
waitress,
the
hostess
and
everybody
else
in
this
restaurant
to
name
a
few.
Then
of
course
there
are
the
people
at
the
jazz
club,
the
coffee
shop,
the
café
and
the
diner.
Basically,
everybody
except
you,
Logic
and
Teddy
…”
X
casually
responded
as
he
methodically
carved
his
Filet
Mignon.

“
What
about
you?
”
Queen
countered.
“
Do
you
think
that
we
’
re
dating?
”

“
Oh
I
know
that
we
’
re
dating.
”
X
laughed.
“
I
have
the
credit
card
statements
and
iPhone
pictures
to
prove
it.
I
think
this
is
probably
about
our
twentieth
date
or
so.
I
’
m
not
sure
…
I
’
ll
have
to
get
back
to
you
on
that
one.
”