He's Mine Not Hers

by Gianni Holmes

  Lucas lifted me from the floor and brought me over to the bed. He pushed me to lie on my stomach and when I went up on my knees, grabbed my legs and pulled me until I was flat on my stomach again. He palmed my ass, squeezing them so hard together that I gasped.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, prying my cheeks apart. “I’ve missed you being in my bed.”

  He kissed my back, licking a path down my spine. He didn’t stop when his tongue encountered the waistband of my underwear. He traced the string between my ass, getting both my underwear and me wet. I squirmed, needing more, spreading my legs wider for him.

  “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, nipping the insides of my ass cheeks before he returned to running his tongue over my hole. When he had enough of the string interfering, he hooked it with one finger and pulled it out of the way so he could brandish his tongue over my puckered hole.

  “Oh Daddy,” I moaned, grabbing at the pillow. I encountered the bear Lucas had given me and pulled it toward me. I slung my arm around the fluffy toy, squeezing it tight to my body while Lucas’s mouth did unimaginable things to me. “Oh please. Please.” I humped the bed, my cock sliding over the sheets and threatening to spill.

  Lucas pulled away and leaned over my shoulder. I raised my head to meet his kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth.

  “Do you have lube?” he asked me.

  I nodded, pointing at the left bedside table. “In there.”

  He kissed me hard once more before rushing over to the bedside table. He yanked so hard the drawer came away in his hand.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, trying to push the drawer in, but he was so impatient he couldn’t get it right. With a frustrated growl, he dropped the drawer to the floor and grabbed the lube. He held up the almost finished bottle and stared at me in question.

  My face heated up. “A boy gets lonely in bed all by himself.”

  “Well, let me remedy that.”

  He had a condom in his wallet which he slipped on and lubed up while watching me.

  “You know you clutching that bear is so sexy,” he murmured.

  “I used to hump this bear and pretend it was you.”

  I clapped my hands over my mouth. I never meant to let out that little secret. How embarrassing! He probably thought I was some pervert.

  “Show me.”

  “What?”

  He stood at the edge of the bed, stroking his hard cock. “Show me what you’d be doing to that bear if I weren’t here and you were horny.”

  Was he serious? I found the answer in the way he continued to watch me while stroking his junk. Without a word, I clutched the bear to me, wrapping my legs around it and grinding with my hips. The stuffing felt great against me, but I got even harder knowing he was watching me, wanting me.

  “Tell me what goes through your mind when you’re humping that bear. Say it out loud.”

  My hips rocked forward as I dug my cock deeper into the bear, moaning. “I-I want you deep inside me. So much.”

  “Don’t let go of that bear,” he murmured as he climbed onto the bed beside me. I shifted one leg higher up the bear to part my cheeks for him when his lubed fingers found my hole. My hips continued their roll as I fucked myself on his fingers inside me while grinding my cock into the bear.

  “Please,” I begged him, rocking harder. “Oh Daddy Luke, let me feel you inside me.”

  He shifted to lie on his side and nudged his cock against my hole, pushing past the resistance until he popped inside. I keened, bowing my back in an arch as he pulled out and pushed deeper. He teased me, thrusting deeper with each lunge after completing pulling out of my body. I clutched the bear to me, moaning and whimpering at the way my hole stretched to accommodate his girth.

  He grunted in my ear. “Fuck. Feels good, baby?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, pushing back into his thrust. “Yes, oh yes, Daddy. Oh Daddy, love the way you fuck me.”

  He thrust harder, deeper at my encouragements. I should throw the bear across the room before I came on it, but I couldn’t. Clutching Lucas’s toy to me while he plundered my ass turned me on. It was like a threesome in our bed with only us. So fucking hot. My cock almost burned a hole through Mr. Bear from my frantic thrusting.

  “Daddy Luke!” I cried out at the wave that crashed over me. He responded to my cry by thrusting even harder, deeper. I gripped the bear tighter, my muscles contracting. His thrusts grew more sensitive as he hit my prostate in the middle of my big O and I stained the bear with cum.

  “So good,” he grunted, stiffening, his body spasming against mine. He ground his pelvis into my bottom a few times before settling against me, breathing hard. I closed my eyes and sighed when he pressed a kiss at my nape.

  There was no way I could allow him to marry Becca. How could I get him to call off the wedding without it being my choice? The last thing I wanted was to have him grow to hate me if he lost everything.

  There has to be another way. I had no intention of sneaking around doing this with him for a year.

  ***

  “We’re there now, Becca,” Lucas spoke into the phone as we stood outside the flower shop. I pretended not to listen to the conversation but stared at my pair of black lace-up high-tops with platform rainbow sidewalls. I could feel Lucas’s gaze on me, but I didn’t want to confront his anger. Not when we’d just had the most amazing sex half an hour ago.

  Sex or not though, I was as good as busted.

  “What am I going to do with you?” he asked as he hung up the phone and turned to me. “You wore Becca’s shoes to the club the other night when you knew she wanted them.”

  “She had other shoes she could wear,” I replied with a shrug.

  “And you told her I wasn’t going to make it to the florist today?”

  “You can’t be mad about that,” I replied, trying to force my hands into my skinny jeans, but it wasn’t happening. “You enjoyed our time alone as much as I did.”

  “You told me the wrong time for the florist appointment,” he accused. “Jason, I ought to put you over my knees.”

  My head snapped up at that with interest. “Really?”

  “No!”

  I couldn’t stop my face from falling. “Oh. Tease.”

  “Do you not want this wedding to happen?” he asked me. “I told you to come right out and say so.”

  And have it on my conscience when you can’t find another job but flipping burgers? Or when our apartment lease is up and we can’t find anywhere else to live because we don’t have the money?

  I knew what was at stake here. I just didn’t like it.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, turning to enter the shop. “I’ll behave.”

  He crowded my back, arm around my waist as we entered the flower shop together.

  “You weren’t joking about tinkering with our wedding, were you?” he asked me, kissing the tip of my ear.

  “I thought I was,” I answered, removing a list from my pocket. “Here, I have the list Becca gave me of the flowers she wanted.”

  He shook his head at me, giving me a triumphant smile. “Nice try, Jason. That’s your handwriting. I have Becca’s list right here that I found on your bedside table. I had a feeling you would pull a trick like this.”

  My face turned red, and thankfully a woman in her sixties approached us with a big smile on her face.

  “Hi!” she greeted us. “I’m Lois, and I own the flower shop. Oh, don’t you two look adorable. I bet you’re here to check out flowers for a wedding.”

  “Yes,” Lucas and I answered at the same time.

  “For him and my mother,” I added with a smile.

  “Oh.” She glanced from me to Lucas, her smile confused. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought—oh dear, it’s just that I saw the chemistry as you walked in, and I assumed. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

  “Rest assured, we’re not offended,” Lucas replied.

  “How can we be offended?” I added with a laugh. “After all, we’re sleeping together.”r />
  The florist’s face turned a bright red to the tips of her ears before she laughed, the sound uneasy. “You almost got me there. Do you have an appointment?”

  Despite her words, she continued to look from me to Lucas. “Yes, we do. We’re sorry for being a little late. We’re the Bronte party.”

  “Oh right, the future Mrs. Bronte did call to explain you were held up. Come on over here to this display, and we’ll go through what we discussed.”

  She walked ahead of us, and I started to follow before Lucas took my arm and gave me the kind of stare that made me cringe.

  “Jason, if you don’t behave, I’m going to send you to the car to sit all by yourself,” he told me. “And then I’ll punish you when we get home, and it won’t be a spanking.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Lucas

  “Hi, Daddy Luke!” Jason greeted me, flying into my arms and placing a kiss on my mouth. “I’m almost ready. Just give me a minute.”

  He left the door open, then off he went running along the hall in nothing but a pair of boxers. I moved to follow him. Who the hell wouldn’t? The memory of that ass clutched in my hands last night drew me to him like magnet, but before I could take more than a couple of steps, Becca walked into the hall.

  Dressed in a tan dress with blue, red, and brown polka dots and a pair of nude heels, she was beautiful. I nodded in approval. As nearly obsessed as I was about her son, I wasn’t blind. Becca was stunning, and any man she finally allowed to make an honest woman out of her would have a real stunner on his hands. A bit of a handful but a stunner nonetheless.

  “You’re right on time,” she commented. “I’m ready, so we’re just waiting for Jason.”

  “He’s coming?” I asked, dropping my voice so he couldn’t hear me.

  She nodded. “Yes, he has to.”

  “You sure that’s a good idea, Becca?” I asked uneasily.

  “I don’t have a choice,” she replied. “He’s my makeup guy, and this is what we promised him—exposure. Given the camera crew will be doing the first film roll today to capture the engagement photo shoot, I can’t deny him this opportunity to get on air.”

  “I guess that makes sense,” I replied and followed her when she made her way to the kitchen. “Still, I can’t stop thinking about the ways he’s tried to thwart our wedding plans so far. The appointment at the flower shop, turning off my phone yesterday when we were together so I missed the call from the cake shop, and hiding my keys so I couldn’t meet you to help with the invitations.”

  “I told you he’d do this,” she stated, grabbing a six-pack of water from the fridge. She placed it on the table. “This should be enough for us until we get back from the photoshoot.”

  “Aren’t you even concerned that he’s going to pull another stunt?” I asked her. “We can’t afford for things not to go smoothly today. Need I remind you that today we’ll be doing the first videotaping session?”

  “Trust me, I have not forgotten,” she answered. “This is my job also at stake here, Lucas. I’m the only one left in this trio with one, and I can’t afford to mess up. Jason will behave himself today, because he knows this is his opportunity to sell his skills.”

  She had more faith in Jason than I did. He didn’t want this marriage to happen, and he was caught in a limbo of showing it and trying to stop it. We had limited time to get the wedding details ironed out. The ceremony would be held next week, and that wasn’t enough time to plan everything, but that was the time we had been allotted by the Wedding Experience. Apparently, they had an anniversary celebration or something coming up and they wanted to launch the video during the event.

  I checked my watch and frowned. “I’ll go check on him. If he doesn’t get dressed soon, we’ll be late meeting the photographer, and we’re paying for the time.”

  She grabbed my arm before I could move off, shaking her head at me. “Uh-uh. I’ll go get him. The last thing I need is for him to get distracted by you.”

  “I’ll not…” I trailed off in defeat. “Yeah, you’re right. You should go.”

  Five minutes later, Becca returned with Jason in tow. If I thought Becca was beautiful, he was breathtaking. In one sweeping gaze, I took in his black-and-white shorts, white polo shirt tucked primly in the waistband of his shorts, and the bright yellow belt that matched the color of his loafers. His hair was neatly brushed to the side, and his makeup was light except for the exaggerated yellow blending into his eyeshadow that drew attention to his eyes.

  “Jason!” I said, straightening up from the counter. “You look…great.”

  “That look!” Becca cried, pointing a finger at me. “Practice that look for our photoshoot. I don’t care if you have to think about him when you do it, but it’s perfect for credibility.”

  I grabbed the pack of water Becca had left on the table. “Right. Well, everybody ready to go?”

  Jason had to pick up his makeup kit before we piled into my car. Becca made for the front passenger seat at first before she saw the way Jason glared at her and changed her mind. She settled in the back seat while I took the driver’s seat wondering how the hell this was going to work if we couldn’t even make it to the altar without mishap.

  “Where are we having the shoot again?” Jason asked, placing a hand on my thigh while we were driving to our location to meet with the photographer and camera crew.

  “The Arboretum,” I replied. “Becca saw some pictures the photo studio took there and insisted.”

  “Well, we need to make this wedding as real as possible,” Becca replied from the back seat. “I refuse to do it in a photo studio. That’s boring, and we’re going to be aired to the public.”

  I didn’t know much about the plans for the engagement photos since I had been busy dealing with the catering yesterday. As our guest list wasn’t that long, I’d wanted to prepare the meal myself, but Becca had dissuaded me from that notion quickly. Apparently, it was within bad taste for the groom to cook at his own wedding.

  Becca’s supervisor, Miranda, and the camera crew and photographer were already waiting for us at the Arboretum when we got there. I half expected Jason to give us away before everyone and ruin our plan, but he was well behaved. In fact, he was a downright sweetheart, making everyone smile. He had the camera crewmen, Zach and Wesley, eating out of the palm of his hands.

  “Come on, you can do with a little blush,” Jason told Wesley, the older of the two videographers. He was in his late forties with prominent gray hair, and I definitely did not like the way he eyed Jason. Knowing his penchant for older men who he could call daddy, I had to work hard at ignoring the nudge in my gut.

  “Told you everything would work out fine,” Becca whispered in my ear.

  “I’ve already marked the spots where we’ll be taking the photos,” Zach said to my delight, breaking up Jason dusting blush on the other man’s cheeks. “We only have an hour to get the best shots possible. The lighting is just perfect, so let’s go.”

  Engagement photos shouldn’t be this hard. I swore the next time around I would just forgo the whole thing. Whatever the unit of measurement of physical chemistry, Becca and I combined had none. I found it awkward as hell knowing Jason was looking on, and she overcompensated with giggles and frolicking, which only made me more uncomfortable.

  The most disturbing though were the kisses out of nowhere. A kiss on my cheek, one on my forehead, and one on the tip of my nose.

  Halfway through the shoot, Zach called a halt. He frowned at Becca and me before he walked off mumbling to himself. I was pretty certain this was it. We were found out.

  “Becca, go powder your nose,” Jason told her and jogged up to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me along. “I think our groom is a bit shy. I’m going to touch up his makeup, and we’ll be right back.”

  “I need to make a call,” Miranda announced, stomping off in one direction. “I want to see some better-quality photos when I get back.”

  Since everyone was distracted, I went al
ong with Jason. He pulled me around a large clump of bushes with the prettiest yellow flowers I’d ever seen. On a whim, I plucked off a blossom and tucked it in his hair.

  “Lucas, you’re—”

  I pulled him into me for a quick kiss, groping his ass and pulling him up against my body. I released him just as quickly, and he blinked up at me at a loss for words.

  “Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that all morning,” I murmured.

  He groaned and approached me holding up a brush and face powder. “Come on, as much as you hate using it, we’re going to have to look like we were actually doing your makeup while we’re gone,” I said.

  With a sigh, I bent for him to apply powder over my face. “Do I suck as badly as I think I do?” I asked.

  “Umm.” He grinned at me. “If you’re asking if all your smiles in the photos look like you’re constipated, then yes. You badly need some laxative.”

  His tongue peeked out from the corner of his mouth as he brushed the powder across my cheekbones and down my neck.

  “I feared that. I didn’t think pretending would be so difficult, but it feels weird doing this with Becca.”

  “Well, if you don’t get your act together, someone’s going to figure out that you’re faking it,” he answered. “You’re bad at pretending.”

  “What am I going to do?” I frowned.

  He snapped the compact powder closed. “I think I know a way to help.”

  “Yes?”

  I should have seen it coming, but he still surprised me, wrapping his hands around my neck and yanking my head down to his. I should have pulled away. We’d already risked one kiss.

  We hadn’t gone farther than our group, and anyone could come looking for us. I tried to back away, but his lips followed before his teeth sank into my bottom lip. At the heat pooling into my groin, I stopped fighting him. I embraced his slender frame, fitting him firmly against me. As his weight leaned into me, I shifted to gain a firmer stance and stepped on a small branch that rolled beneath the impact.