by Cee, DW
My boyfriend was raising my temperature in the already hot dining room.
"Back in undergrad, Donovan and I used to drive down here often and eat in the kitchen. The chef created a small bar area in the corner for us, and while everyone was busy cranking out meals, the three of us drank and ate like kings and queens," Jake explained to Emily, while the rest of us listened in. "I think we must have spent almost every weekend here, our senior year."
"So you've all known each other for a while," I added.
"Yeah, you could say that..." the three of them - Jake, Donovan and Kate - laughed.
"How could you afford to eat and sleep here every weekend?" Emily inquired.
Both men stared at Kate. She voiced a stirring laugh. Even her laugh was hot. "These boys, or at least at the time they were boys, stayed at my place. I have a residence here."
Emily didn't look happy with that info, and I, too, might have not been happy, had I not had other things on my mind. At this point, Max has his hand on my thigh, just under my dress and his long fingers were exploring. I took great pains to quietly scootch my chair in, so no one would notice our bawdy behavior at the dinner table. His chuckling eyes met my pleading ones.
When I looked up to see if anyone noticed our 50-shadiness, Jake was busy whispering into Emily's ears - no doubt reassuring her that he wasn't as much of a playboy as he appeared (good luck with that!), Donovan and Goddess were in an uber-serious conversation, and Laney...oh Laney...she did not look good. Her face turned pale white (if that was possible on her already milky white skin) and William looked worried.
"I'm okay, William. I think I'll just go outside for some fresh air."
Her abrupt statement stopped Max's finger-play. Aargh!
"I'll go with you," he stood up, immediately.
She kind of ignored him and just walked out. Emily got up and followed her, while Jake reassured William that his fairy princess would be fine.
"William, would you like more wine?" Jake played host.
"Oh, no thank you. I need to drive back home tonight. I'll stop at this one glass."
"Speaking of, don't you think you're drinking too much for someone who has to drive home tonight?" I sounded like Donovan's mother.
"Who says I'm driving home tonight?" Donovan challenged me to counter that statement.
Okay...that shut me up.
Jake moved over to Emily's chair, and the threesome had a lively conversation about their college days. William took off to see if he could find Laney, and Max and I were left in our corner, alone. Max turned his back towards the threesome and paid sole attention to me. With wicked eyes laughing, he replayed the elevator scene from 50 Shades. You all know what I'm talking about? Yep, that scene where Christian takes Ana to a celebratory dinner at his club and commits a public indecency in the elevator? Well, for us, it was under a dinner table, and though it was short-lived with Emily and William walking back in sooner than we'd hoped (damn you two!), Max had had his finger on my pulse!
Dinner done, we all separated for our respective rooms. I was so hot and bothered by the play-action under the table, I could care less which direction Donovan and Kate went. I just needed a room...a private room. I truly contemplated shelling out another $695 so we could be alone tonight, or maybe begging Nick to room with Laney for one night.
"I guess it's goodnight, sleep well?" I asked in front of my room.
"We're not sleeping tonight," was the answer I got as he opened my door. "I moved Laney into the other room earlier today. We have unfinished business..."
Is it plagiarism if I leave you with, "Laters, Baby!?!"
March 4, 2013 Deed...DONE!
A married girlfriend once told me that she complained to her husband about the fact that he wasn't Christian Grey. Her exact words, "Why can't you be more like Christian Grey? He can go 4-5 times back to back!" Her husband's response? "That's why they call it f****** fiction!"
I laughed at her and thought honestly, can anyone - man or woman - possibly go at it that many times? Wouldn't the girl be sore? What about UTI's? Well, to my delight, I got my answer this past weekend at the Montage. I take it I have your interest?
When I last left you, Max had pushed Laney into the other room upon learning that Nick was spending the night with a friend in San Diego. Unbeknownst to me, Max was doing more than watching ESPN while I went shopping .When we got back into the room, chilled champagne, soft music and even dessert were waiting for us - not that any of it was necessary.
"I believe this night is long overdue?"
Hell yes!
"I hope you're well rested because I plan to see the sunrise with you.”
"You sure you're not going to fall asleep?" No...I didn't say this aloud. It was only a question in my head. Do you think I'm stupid?
We immediately got busy and were unevenly clothed as it only took one short unzipping to get me nekkid.
"You're gorgeous," said the lust-drunk man.
"And you're fully clothed," said the happy to be the object of a lust-drunk man, woman.
I know you've heard me say, "what happened next was straight from..." before, but I swear, what happened next was straight from that little known novel with the number 50 in it. To be positive that I wasn't imagining our first time to be almost a duplicate of Christian and Ana's first time, I went back and read and reread those scenes.
You all remember Ana's first night at Escala? Remember how her first explosion happened in what I thought was a not very believable way? Well was I wrong! I had no idea that my girlfriends were so sensitive.
Here is the first weird parallel that had me moaning and gasping, but also thinking that somehow, I was cast as Ana in the upcoming movie, and Max was cast as CG.
"You're so beautiful, Jane," he mouthed as his fingers, hands, and mouth were all over my almost C cup and he was relentless in getting his fill. I would definitely say he was a boobie man. Not long into his demonstrations, Ana's words of "Oh, please" were on the tip of my tongue when in a very CG voice, Max says, "Let it go, Baby!" If I hadn't exploded at that moment from sheer shock of his alpha-maleness, I would have died laughing at his CG imitation.
He didn't give me more than a second of recovery time when the elevator scene resurfaced and his fingers began their exploration, and the words "Oh, please," came back to the tip of my tongue when my tongue wasn't tied up with Max's. Max kept telling me how I looked beautiful while in the throes, and I didn't pay much attention to it until he said, "You are so beautiful, I can't believe you're mine." That would have freaked me out, once again, but the tidal wave was about to come crashing down and I didn't want to miss it.
Right as things were about to get even better, he took away his finger and left me hanging. But no sooner did the finger leave, another body part stood tall, ready to take its place. I don't know when all his clothes had come off, but somehow, like movie magic, he was about to enter my sanctuary when I uttered something that never should be uttered while having sex with a man. I mentioned another man's name while in heat.
"Oh my gosh, you're just as good as Christian...maybe even better," I moaned.
"What???" Max stopped dead in his tracks.
Uh-oh! Oh, um...I meant that as a compliment???
"Did you just compare me to a past lover while I'm about to make love to you?"
Crap! "No, no, no...you misunderstood..."
"I don't think so. I specifically heard a man's name and it wasn't mine." Max pulled himself off of me and started getting dressed.
"Max! No! I..." What I did next was even stupider than calling out Christian's name in the middle of our lovemaking. I laughed. OMG, I laughed so hard at my ridiculous situation while Max was pissed and half-dressed.
"I'm going home," he briskly said.
"Come here," I grabbed his arm and pulled him back on the bed. "Let me explain."
Initially he wasn't too obliging, but he grudgingly sat while I went to get my Kindle. I
turned to the middle of chapter eight and started reading the passage to him starting from the good part where Christian begins to undress Ana, and then gets busy.
"You see...Christian Grey is a character from 50 Shades of Grey, and he's this BDSM sex god that just about every woman fantasizes about. The ways you've pleasured me so far, and some of the things you've said have been textbook 50. I thought maybe you'd read the book and were taking a page from CG." I tried to contain my laugh.
Somewhat chuckling, Max just stared at me. "A BDSM sex god, huh? Is that what you've fantasized about all this time while you were with me?"
Generally I fantasize about CG when you aren't with me...but I wasn't going to tell him that either.
Max slapped me hard on my rear end and pulled me on top of him in bed. "Read me more of that book. And I only want the good stuff."
And so the night flew by as we role-played Christian and Ana.
The first time sex scene - Yep! Did that. And in the same order.
The first bathtub scene - Yep! I got an A on that one. My CG said that I performed even better than Ana did.
The tit-for-tat scene right after I earned my A...Oh yeah! He got an A+ for that scene. I had to give him an A+ because he didn't stop after the first time, but he went on and on and on till I cried mercy.
For good measure, Max threw in a few "You smell so good" and "Come for me, Jane," for laughs.
We did end up "chasing the dawn" together between laughing, making love and talking.
"Baby, I want to tell you something."
"What?" I asked while shamelessly wrapped around him.
He pulled us apart a bit, and gave me that serious Max look.
"I love you, Jane. I love the way you make me feel - happy, joyful, grateful for life, and even the crazy, ugly, bitter feelings, too. You make me feel alive. We could be together daily and I'd still crave you. I'd truly move heaven and earth to spend a moment with you, my precious gem. I love you.”
Before I could respond, he put both his hands on my face and gave me a kiss that made me think, "Ana Steele, eat your heart out!" The kiss was raw, sentimental, and filled with affection. Not only did this man love me as a woman, but he also liked me as a person and as a friend .
"I love you too," was the last thing I remembered saying, before I dozed off in the morning.
"You're late!" Jake scolded with a chuckle as we shuffled to the brunch table.
"What are you, the time keeper?" Max retorted while giving Emily a squeeze on the shoulder, and kissing my grandmother and mom on the cheek. His attention eventually went to Ellie because James was already playing on the grass with Laney.
Ellie used her only word, "Uh!" and got Max to pick her up and take her with us to our spot at the end of the table. Surprisingly, Kate was seated, without Donovan, chatting with Gimpy.
"Emily, by the mound of food on your plate, I see you're feeling better?" I asked, showing that I do care about my sister.
"I'm back!" She answered with a grin. "I'm sure you were too occupied to notice last night, but I did eat every bite of what the chef sent out." She grinned some more.
Shoot! Were we that obvious? I looked to my boyfriend and he had the same silly grin. Whatever.
"Were you ill?" Kate asked in that same sexy voice. I guess morning, noon or night, she sounded sultry.
"My wife is almost five months pregnant, carrying our third child," Jake proudly announced.
"Almost five months?" I asked super surprised. "When did all those months pass by, and how did you not know till just recently?"
"I was still nursing the twins and my body wasn't back to normal, so I didn't notice any of the signs till I got sick. And maybe because I'm not carrying twins this time, my morning sickness died down earlier than before."
"Are you sure it's not twins again? You're eating for twins and then some." Perhaps that wasn't the most sensitive thing to say to a pregnant woman, but I knew my sister wouldn't mind. "And if you're almost five months prego, where's the belly?"
"Right here." She traced her burgeoning belly over her dress. Even pregnant, Emily looked darling, and by that stupid grin on my brother's face, he too knew she looked darling.
"Since you already have a boy and a girl, is there a preference?" Kate was more interested in our conversation than I expected her to be. She looked to me like a glam woman who would never sacrifice her gorgeous figure to have babies.
"No preference. I would eventually like a sibling for each child, but beyond that, I'll take healthy."
"Good morning, everyone." Geez Louise! Donovan was in workout shorts, a fitted top, and he was sweaty. His wavy hair was wet, sloppy, and curly, and he was still slightly panting from a run or whatever he did. Hey, just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I can't look and appreciate. I'm taken, not blind and dumb!
Whatever I thought or felt didn't matter. After greeting my grandmother, my mother, and then Emily, he went straight to Sea-foam and gave her a longer than we're-just-friends kiss. Uh-huh! I guess someone else got some last night as well. He finally got around to saying hello to me.
"Foreign pasture?" I purposely asked ambiguously, referring sarcastically to his grand statement of "...you know where I stand. Don't know how long I'll be standing here, but until you give me the green light, or until I move on to another pasture..." Still standing, my ass! He ran faster than Usain Bolt when Goddess showed.
"Wasn't welcomed on home soil..." was his riposte. Jerk!
I was about to make another unnecessary comment, but Ellie interrupted us when she screamed her one word and jumped from Max to Donovan. She then pointed to her brother, and Donovan carried her over to James and Laney.
"Everything good?" Max asked, bringing me back from watching Donovan symbolically walk away from me.
"Everything's great!”
Right??? What else can it be but great? I'm with the man I love, the man who adores me, and the man who can give Christian Grey a run for his money. If there are some of you who have no idea what I was talking about when comparing my man to Ana's man, I guess you'll have to go look up that book that starts with the number 50. Oh brother, just what E L James needs...another book sale!
March 7, 2013 Quote(s) of the day
The rest of the week was really quiet at work, but home life was thrown into a complete tizzy. Gram and Gimpy decided to get married this weekend rather than waiting till June. From the words of my sagacious grandmother, "At our age, we could be dead tomorrow...so why wait?" Of course Gimpy put a romantic spin on things as he said, "I've lived without your grandmother my entire life, minus those few blissful months in Paris. We've wasted enough time apart. I want my forever with her now." My Gimpy was the epitome of HAWT for a senior citizen.
Mom, all four aunts, Emily, and a few cousins were busy planning the wedding. It was to be a small affair in our backyard with mostly family, a few friends, and some work colleagues. The rehearsal "dinner" was set for an English Tea Party theme on Friday, and a wedding breakfast would be served after the wedding on Saturday .If you'll all recall, Aunt Babs is fond of themes. I say "dinner" because it's actually a late afternoon tea. Since Gram and Gimpy don't stay up too late, a 4:00pm tea was the compromise. To quote Aunt Babs, "Come in your finest English Tea attire!" Boy, there was a lot of English in my life these days.
"You ready to marry my grandmother?" I asked Gimpy over lunch.
"My dear Janey, I was born ready. She is my sun, my star, my moon, my everything." Damn, that was smooth!
"Gimpy, you make all men, young and old, look bad." We laughed together. "Speaking of young men, where's Donovan these days? I haven't seen him in the office all week."
"Donovan is doing some work for us in Orange County."
"New client?"
"You could say that..."
"Gimpy, you holding out on me? What's going on?"
"Donovan is trying to woo Kate Beauvais to come work for us."
He's s
till with her??? Woo my ass. He's not wooing her, but I'm sure he's doing something that rhymes with wooing!
"Who is this woman? Why do we want her with us? Is she a lawyer?"
"Not exactly. She started with a law degree, but went into hedge funds instead. She was a successful hedge fund manager for a while, then set up her own company with two partners and has done extremely well. She just sold her share of the company and is in a semi-retired state."
"Isn't she a bit young to be retired?"
"Yes, she's only 40. She shouldn't waste that kind of brilliance lounging at the beach."
"She's 40???" Damn, I knew she was older than I, but I thought she was maybe mid-thirties at worst. How can someone her age look that young? "What's the story with her and Donovan?"