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“Let me see if I can make this simple for you: you can talk to him, you can blow him, you can let him fuck you. The only thing I have a problem with is you not being totally honest with me. As long as you and I are talking, and we’re being honest when we talk, it’ll be fine. Okay?”
Was it okay? It shouldn’t be, but itfeltokay. “This is kind of fucked up. You aren’t supposed to want me to fuck other people.”
“That’s not what I said, my Lady. I said you can let him fuck you.No onefucks Marcus.”
She took a few seconds to absorb the difference, and asked, “So, you’d have a problem with me topping Marcus?”
His turn to take a few seconds to think, and he finally said, “I’ve never considered it because I don’t think it’ll ever happen, but yeah — I’d be jealous of you toppinganyone.” He pulled her closer and bent his legs behind hers. “I’m fine with him topping you, and I’m comfortable with the two of you being partners without power exchange, but it would bother me if you topped him.” He blew out a breath. “I’m not okay with you being intimate with any man besides me and Marcus, whether you’re on top or bottom.”
The fist she hadn’t known was around her heart, loosened. Kyle would tell her if something bothered him. He wasreallyokay with whatever was happening with Marcus. “It’s screwed up, but you telling me what I can’t do makes me feel better. Thanks.”
She could hear the grin in his voice. “Glad I could help. Goodnight, my Lady.”
“G’night Kyle. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 17
Friday evening, Marcus was waiting at the airport when Heather returned with her passengers. She helped her clients disembark, and then welcomed Marcus in through the hangar lobby while she waited for the airport staff to refuel the ’copter. The two had decided to go to Marcus’s cabin near the Smokies, since Kyle would go home and crash after a day packed with surgeries, and he had to be back at the hospital early the next morning for rounds.
Marcus had assured Heather there was a field big enough to land, and the pictures he emailed looked as if it was. She’d pulled up satellite images online as well, and the dimensions seemed more than adequate. Someone had mowed the area that morning, so she’d have a good view of it before landing, and just in case she wasn’t comfortable with it, she’d made alternate plans to land at a tiny little airport about twenty miles away.
Once they were seated, she double-checked to be sure he was buckled in correctly, gave him some brief instructions, and they were off.
He was quiet for the first ten minutes of the flight, and she didn’t say anything to pull him out of whatever he was experiencing. Everyone takes in their first helicopter ride differently, and he’d enjoyed hang-gliding, so she was certain he was okay. However, she pointed out the Ocoee River when they neared it.
“How do you know where to go? It’s hard to see landmarks from up here.”
“GPS isn’t just for cars. How are you doing? Any motion sickness?”
“Taking off was a new experience, and it took a while for my stomach to catch up with my body, but it wasn’t bad. Ilovethis — it isn’t as thrilling as hang-gliding, but it’s a lot different than an airplane.”
“I’ll take you up in a small plane someday. Theyaredifferent, but you’re comparing this with a commercial plane, and I’d like you to compare it with the cockpit of a smaller plane.”
“I thought you only had a helicopter?”
“I have access to rent a few planes out of the Collegedale Airport. Right now, renting them makes the most financial sense, but I may need to look at purchasing one eventually.” But only if she could find and hire a trusted pilot who could handle charter flights, because it didn’t make financial sense to buy one and have it sit unused.
“I’m not sure Kyle willeverbe able to handle this.”
She wasn’t inclined to argue, but she’d never tell Kyle she didn’t believe he could do it. “I know the basics of what triggered things — he saw a small plane crash when he was camping with his family when he was eleven, and he snuck away from camp and climbed a tree about twenty yards away from the crash. No one knew a child watched as the victims, horribly broken, were taken out of what was left of the plane. No survivors, and I imagine the recovery spotlights showed him every last detail of what a crash does to the human body.”
Marcus didn’t correct her or add anything, so she went to the next traumatic event. “And then at fourteen, he and a friend went over the fence onto the old TNT property, and he fell into a deep hole. His friend went to get help, but then couldn’t lead them right back, and Kyle was in the hole seventeen hours before they found him again. So, fear of flying and claustrophobia. He hasn’t explained the fear of heights thing, but I assume it’s a side effect of seeing the plane crash.”
“He’s told you why he went into plastic surgery?”
She nodded. “He realized he couldn’t deal emotionally with people who were sick. Also, he never wanted to have to tell someone they were going to die. This way he gets to practice medicine and rarely has to deal with illness. I’ve wondered if it doesn’t have something to do with seeing the shape those bodies were likely in after the crash, but I’m not a shrink so I’ve kept that to myself.”
“You seem to know the most important stuff. I can’t tell you anything — everything has to come from him. Also, I won’t talk about him in this context when he isn’t around, but I wanted to make sure you knew the original triggers.”
Heather respected that, so she didn’t argue. “I have an idea — something that may help — but I’ve never mentioned it to him.”
“What is it?”
“Even with the doors on, the helicopter is open, with windows at the front and sides, so it isn’t like you’re in a hole. You can see all around you. You’re stuck here until it lands, but a person wearing a parachute could leave anytime they wanted. I take the doors off when I’m taking jumpers up, but even with them on, you can open one and jump.”
She didn’t look at Marcus, but she had good peripheral vision and she saw him considering it.
