"Yes, but only because of how sick you were," Luc answered gently, sitting down next to him. "Your body is going to be expelling the cancer over the next few days, Ethan. It's not going to be fun, but I promise you that you'll make it through the process."
"I'm gonna be sick." Ethan moaned, moving to get off the bed. Luc had brought up a mop bucket as a precaution. He handed it to Ethan just in time. I felt my heart twist in my chest as I watched Ethan be violently ill. After a few minutes, Ethan flopped back on the pillows against the headboard. I leaned over and wiped his mouth with a wet washcloth then handed him an energy drink.
"You have to keep hydrated, sweetheart," I said gently, helping him drink it. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you beforehand that it was going to be bad."
"I would have done it either way, Spence," he replied, patting my hand. "I'm sorry you have to put up with this."
"You're worth it to us," Luc said, kissing Ethan's forehead. I smiled at them as I threw the dirty linen on the floor. Luc got off the bed with the bucket and walked into the bathroom.
"You guys can just leave me on the bathroom floor," Ethan whispered, his eyes darting around as if he was uncomfortable. "You don't have to wait on me hand and foot."
"We want to, Ethan," I said firmly. "You're part of our family now, and we take care of each other."
"Okay," he replied, smiling as he closed his eyes. Seconds later they popped back open, riddled with fear. "I need to use the bathroom right now."
In a flash I stood up and lifted him into my arms. We rushed past Luc into the bathroom and got Ethan to the toilet. Once seated, he waved me away as he moaned and held onto his stomach. I stepped back into the bedroom, giving him his privacy.
I knew food poisoning could affect both ends, but I hadn't been ready for this with Ethan. Part of me was scared to leave him alone in case he passed out from the pain. But I understood the need to not have people witness some of your low moments in life. Also, I know I was a pain in the ass when I'd ever been sick and always just wanted to be left the fuck alone.
Luc and I sat down on the bed after he left the cleaned bucket by the nightstand. I took his hand in mine as we waited. Several minutes later, Ethan opened the door with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I feel a little better now," he said as he slowly made his way to the bed. I helped him move back into the middle, propped up by the pillows, before tucking the covers in around him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Ethan," Luc replied as we lay down on either side of Ethan. "You're also going to get the chills and have a fever, so just let us know when you're cold or hot. We'll do whatever we can to make this easier for you."
"I know you will," he said, his eyes drifting closed. "I'm okay; it's just like having really bad stomach flu."
"Which is why you need to stay hydrated," I replied, handing him the sports drink again. He rolled his eyes but took a few smaller sips before leaning back against the pillows. I glanced over at Luc who gave me a wink. It made me feel better to know I wasn't in this alone.
When Ryder had gone through his detox, most of the time I was worried I was doing more damage than good. Again with Ethan, I wasn't sure what I was doing, but now I had help. Also, Ethan wouldn't be craving drugs, simply expelling his life threatening disease. Keeping Ryder from what he wanted, even if it was meth, had been one of the hardest parts for me. It was just ingrained in me to try and give everything I could to someone I cared about.
"Deputy Wilcowski called, Spence," Ryder said as he and Dean walked into our bedroom. "He said part one is done. Do I want to know what that means?"
"Dean can fill you in on our conversation with the deputy," I answered as I got off the bed. I stretched widely and gave my neck a good roll. The plan I had set up wasn't going to be easy, but it was needed to keep my family safe. "You do need to pack a bag for a few days, baby. I've hired a charter plane this morning to come get us. We're going to New York for an emergency board meeting."
"I've never been on a plane, Spence," Ryder said, his eyes going wide. "Why pick me to go? I'm the least reputable person in our family to stand at your side."
"I want Luc here because he's the closest thing we have to a doctor," I replied as I put my hands on Ryder's shoulders. "And Dean's good backup in case Luc needs help. But I don't want to do this alone, and I need the comfort that you specialize in, Ryder."
Ryder searched my face for a few moments before nodding. "If you think that's what's best, I trust you, Spence."
"Thank you, baby," I said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll be back. I've got a lot to handle before the plane comes to get us late tonight."
"We're good here. You go do what you need to." Dean nodded, cupping my cheek with his hand. "You're doing the right thing here, Spence."
"I hope so," I said quietly. "Doesn't make it any easier."
"Never does, babe." Dean chuckled, then gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled at my men and then left the bedroom, heading to my office. Once there I started getting all the paperwork I would need together.
Twenty minutes later, Ethan's cell phone rang and I knew the number well.
"Hello, Greg," I said with a smirk as I answered the call.
"Mr. Fallon?" he asked, shock apparent in his voice.
"Yes, Greg. Ethan can't come to the phone right now; he's getting his first round of treatments."
"Treatments for what?" Greg asked after clearing his throat, seeming to have recovered from the shock. "I was worried when I hadn't heard from Ethan regarding my concerns about the changes in your will."
"This will go better for you if you don't treat me like an idiot, Greg."
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Fallon. I'm assuming you mean treatments for Ethan's cancer, but I was told there was nothing more that could be done. I've taken care of his medical bills since he was a Fallon Industries employee and became terminal. I thought that best considering this is a more than a company, but a family."
"Very noble of you, Greg. But at what price did Ethan receive this kind gesture?" I asked firmly. I knew from several business and psychology classes that, when you wanted to exert your dominance, using your subordinate's name always when speaking to them reminded them that they could not reply with your first name. It was a sneaky mind game I rarely used, but with Greg, he needed reminding who was in charge.
"I gave him special tasks to help out our company," Greg answered slowly. "It was apparent he could no longer work full time. And I didn't want him to feel as if he was getting a hand-out."
"One of which had him on my doorstep with a gun?"
"He did what?" Greg gasped, playing up his shock. I rolled my eyes at his lack of acting skills. "I'm shocked, Mr. Fallon. Did he explain why he felt the need to bring a gun?"
"Ethan told me everything, Greg. And I have to say I'm very disappointed with you."
"Me! What did Ethan say that involves me?"
"Really, Greg? That's how you want to play this? You really are going to try and deny that you sent Ethan here to kill me?"
"Mr. Fallon, I have no idea what lies that little faggot has been…" Greg replied, then stopped, probably realizing his mistake.
"Yeah, those damn fags are just a pain in your ass, aren't we, Greg?"
"I didn't mean it like that, Spencer," he grumbled, not bothering to try and pay me any respect anymore. "Look, I don't care what that little shit told you, you have no proof. I've done a fantastic job of running this company over the years, Spencer. If you want to try and smear my good name, take it up with the board next month at the quarterly meeting."
"Just come clean, Greg. It will be better for you in the end if you tell the truth. You have been a loyal employee for years and I would take that under advisement."
"
I
'
ve done nothing wrong
,
Spencer
,
"
h
e sneered
,
putting extra emphasis on my name to let me know exactly how he felt about seeing me as his superior.
"
And I
am
this company. I
'
ve run it for over a decade. The board loves me
,
our shareholders adore me
,
and my employees respect me. You
'
d destroy Fallon Industries if you tried anything stupid like getting rid of me!
"
I heard the loud slam of the phone on his end. I looked at the cell's display, just to check that he really had hung up on me. Letting out a whistle, I couldn't get over the balls the man had. But he did have a good point; Removing Greg as CEO would cause major disruption within the company. That didn't mean I was going to leave him in place after what he had done. I was determined to learn from the mistake I made in choosing one man for the job and washing my hands of my company. One I intended to rectify tomorrow morning.
CHAPTER 8
"Spence, the plane is moving," Ryder whimpered, squeezing my hand tightly as the plane started to rev up for takeoff. I had gotten permission to use the airport in Cedar Rapids for my charter plane.
"It has to do that to get in the air, baby." I chuckled as I took my right hand out of his and wrapped it around his shoulders. He immediately grabbed my other hand and snuggled close into my embrace. "Nothing's going to go wrong, Ryder. Relax and try to enjoy the ride."
"On one condition," he purred, smiling up at me.
"And that would be?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing full well what he was going to say.
"
Can we join
the
mile high club
?
"
h
e replied
,
wiggling his eyebrows at me. I chuckled and then leaned over to lick his plump
,
soft lips. Ryder moaned and melted against me.
"Didn't Dean take care of my horny little man this morning?"
"What can I say? I have a high sex drive with all the hot men who love me around all the time."
"After takeoff," I said, feeling the nose of the plane start to lift off. Ryder gasped and held onto me tighter.
Minutes later the captain came over the loudspeaker telling us we were at cruising altitude and could take off our seat belts. Ryder was out of his in a flash and on my lap.
"Distract me, please distract me, Spence," he begged, wiggling his hips as he straddled me. Ryder threw his arms around my neck, leaning over to lick my neck. The little imp knew that was my main hot spot. I groaned and let my head fall back on my shoulders. "See, you need some distraction and a way to relax too."
"I love you, Ryder," I said, taking his face in my hands. He smiled at me, that cute, innocent smile he got when any of us told him that we loved him. It was almost a shy smile, as if he wasn't sure how to process the declaration. "My life would be nothing without you, baby."
"I feel the same way, Spence," Ryder whispered as he stared into my eyes. I mashed my mouth down onto his and thrust my tongue into his warm depths. Ryder immediately surrendered, his body becoming pliable against mine. The kiss was hot and full of need, demanding Ryder give me everything he had.
"You know what, baby?"
"What, Spence?" he asked, panting as he pulled off my shirt.
"I knew we'd have some time on the plane and nothing to do." I groaned as he took one of my nipples into his mouth. "Remember I said I had some new toys I wanted to use on you?"
"You brought them?" Ryder asked, his eyes going wide. He stood up so fast he almost fell over. I reached out to grab his arm and hold him steady. Ryder shook off my hold and undressed in seconds. "What would you have of me, master?"
"Are you sure you really want to try this game?" I asked, searching his face.
"Do I want you to always lead me around on a leash? No," Ryder answered, shaking his head. "But I want to try playing your submissive. I might hate it, but the idea gets me hot. And I love it when you spank me, so I want to try the next level."
"Okay, baby," I said, running my hand over his cheek. "If it gets to be too much or you want to stop, promise you'll tell me?"
"I promise, master," he replied as he dropped to his knees. Ryder batted his long blond eyelashes at me. I stood up, making sure to shove my jean-covered cock in his face.
"Undress me, Ryder," I commanded. He reached out, unbuttoned my jeans, and then pulled them off my hips. I helped him by stepping out of them once he had my shoes and socks off. "Good boy, Ryder. Now I want you to retrieve my blue carry-on bag and bring it over to the table."
He gave me a nod as he stood to do what I asked. The smaller Learjet had six huge recliners that turned and had seatbelts. There was also a smaller table with a bench to use while the plane was in the air. It would work perfectly for what I had planned. Ryder was standing next to the table with the bag in his hand, shaking with excitement.
"What do we say when I tell you to do something, Ryder?"
"Yes, master. I'm sorry, master," he answered, staring at his feet.
"I'm going to have to punish you for being a bad little sub, Ryder," I said, moving towards him.
"Yes, master. I accept whatever punishment you feel is fitting for my disobedience," he replied. Seeing Ryder so submissive and ready to do anything I asked had me rock hard. It seemed Ryder wasn't the only one who might enjoy this game.
"Good boy. Place the bag on the table and lean over it with your hands above your head." I ordered.
"Yes, master," Ryder replied, immediately doing what I asked. I stepped up behind him and ran my hands over his firm ass, getting a shiver from him in response. Opening the bag, I took out everything we'd need. I had bought ankle and wrist cuffs with a longer chain.
"Make sure that beautiful cock is not on the table and spread yourself wide for me," I said. He answered correctly and moved as I wanted. I attached the wrist and ankle cuffs, keeping him restrained and spread for me. Then I moved back around him and kneeled down. The next item was a leather cock and ball restraint with a metal circle on it that I slipped over his cock. The idea of the toy was to keep him from getting too hard so he'd be unable to climax.