by Aimie Grey
When I couldn’t wait another moment, I carefully pulled the toy out of both of us and then quickly switched our positions. Three thrusts into my pussy later, we both shattered into the most intense orgasm either of us had ever experienced.
Collapsing into a heap of bodies on the bench, we fought to catch our breath. By the time I realized what I’d done, Thomas was nearly asleep.
“Thomas,” I whispered, shaking him a little.
“Tired…” he complained.
“We need to talk before I panic and flee.”
Having gotten his attention, he sat up and settled me onto his lap. “What’s wrong?”
“I-I… I forgot to give you a condom earlier.”
All color drained from his face, but after a few moments, his expression changed to one of determination.
“It wasn’t just you; I didn’t think of it either.” Gently stroking my cheek, his face softened as the rest of his color returned. “You really trusted me enough to believe me when I told you I was clean? I didn’t even tell you how long ago I’d been tested or offer to show you the results.”
“It was the heat of the moment…” I deflected.
“We’ve been in the heat of the moment more times than I can count, and you’ve never forgotten before. Whether you realized it or not, you trusted me to keep you safe.”
“I’m sorry I forgot,” I said, deflecting once again, unable or maybe unwilling to admit he was right. I replayed our safe sex conversation in my mind before coming to a disturbing realization. “Holy fuck. I never told you if I was on birth control or not. According to your logic, that means you trust me, but you said yourself nothing is one hundred percent effective.”
“I trust you,” he said as if letting the depth of the words sink in for the first time. “You probably don’t want another kid any more than I do, right?”
“Another? I don’t have any.”
“Yes, you do. I hope this doesn’t scare you, but the other day Colton told me that you’re the best mom he’s ever had.” Thomas’s lips brushed against the top of my head. “Whether you want to admit it or not, he’s kind of adopted you.” His arms tightened around me in a comforting embrace. “If you do end up pregnant, you’d be an amazing mom to both of our kids. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather raise my kids with.”
My heart dropped. “Do you want another child someday?” I asked, keeping my face hidden against his chest.
“Colton is more than enough for me, but if you want to have another one in a few years, or if we have an accident, I’d be okay with it.” He pulled away a little to get me to look at him. “If you get baby fever tomorrow, please don’t try for a premeditated ‘oops’ baby. Tell me and we’ll figure out the best way to make it happen together.”
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
Thomas’s body went stock-still around me. “Oh, shit. Are you already pregnant?”
“No. Just the opposite, actually.”
The man relaxed. “Then what do you need to tell me? Isn’t the opposite of pregnant, not pregnant?”
“It’s physically impossible for me to get pregnant.” Wanting to get it all out without interruption, I continued, “When I was in high school, I had a benign tumor in my uterus. The doctor was able to remove it, but at my next checkup, they discovered two more had started to form. I ended up having a partial hysterectomy before I was eighteen. I got pierced because I had trouble orgasming for a while after that and thought it might help. I eventually figured it out.”
I looked up to gauge his reaction. When I found his expression hadn’t changed, I added, “Your swimmers are hitting a brick wall as we speak. If you want, you can come with me to the doctor sometime. They can prove it to you with an ultrasound. I still have my ovaries, but my vagina is a dead-end road.
“If I ever did get baby fever, which I don’t see ever happening, it would take a surrogate or an adoption attorney, and a hell of a lot of work, time, and money. There would be nothing ‘oops’ about it.”
“Wow,” he said on an exhale.
“Are you disappointed?”
“God, no. You really are my perfect woman.” Lifting me to my feet, he said, “Go get your purse.”
I followed him into the bedroom and pulled one of his big T-shirts over my head before making my way to the coat closet. I wasn’t offended by his request; my mother had always told me, “Trust but verify.”
When I returned to the room a minute later, Thomas was still naked except for a piece of paper tented over his cock.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to his little campsite.
“Come see for yourself.”
Handing him the printout I’d received from the doctor, I plucked the paper covering his happy dick and then straddled his hips.
“I want to do this the right way. We trusted each other to go bare without seeing these, but this is an important decision. I want everything out in the open so there is never any doubt.”
How did he know what I needed, even when I didn’t?
“Now, young lady, I do believe you owe me your ass.”
“A deal is a deal.” Rolling onto my back, I pulled him with me and crushed my lips to his.
EPILOGUE
Thomas
Months of planning finally came to fruition as dozens of millionaires walked the red carpet with their checkbooks in hand. Someone needed to come up with a better metaphor for “ready to spend money.” How many people still wrote checks? “Credit cards in hand” didn’t fit in this instance because it would be rude to make a charitable organization pay the merchant fees on a million-dollar donation. But not everyone was polite, and some people really wanted those airline miles.
My inane mental ramblings came to a sudden halt when the moment I’d been waiting for all evening finally arrived. Moving as quickly as I could without breaking into a run, I made my way to the limo as it pulled up next to the curb. Before the driver had time to make her way around the vehicle, I was already opening the door.
Adding to the spirit of the event, Drew and Sam, Marina and Tate’s bodyguards, took their pre-arranged positions beside me. Playing it up for the children, they made themselves look even more badass than usual by donning visible earpieces in addition to their black suits and the dark glasses they wore to shield their eyes from the afternoon sun.
As I held the door, Drew leaned in and helped a little girl out of the car. After ushering the child over to Sam and repeating the process three more times, Drew stayed back to “guard” the children with Sam while I offered my hand to each of the parents. Even though it was a stretch limo, the number of people exiting made it seem more like a clown car.
When the children, parents, and a representative from the wish-granting foundation were all accounted for, I waved my hand into the open door, indicating it was time for the next person to come out.
Knowing any offer of help would embarrass him in front of his “date,” I stood back while Colton easily bounded to the sidewalk. Once he was out, he turned and held out his hand to help Peyton step out of the car.
I had yet to decide if his little crush was icky or not. On paper, Peyton was his cousin, but they weren’t biologically related in any way. Technically, she was the niece of my adopted brother’s wife, and they hadn’t known each other that long. As Juli kept reminding me, they were third graders, so I had nothing to worry about.
“I hate this dress,” the little tomboy complained. “Why couldn’t I have worn pants, too?”
“I think you look pretty,” Colton replied like the gentleman I was trying to raise him to be. Peyton didn’t respond but no longer seemed upset about her formalwear as Madison and Sawyer escorted them into the hotel.
At long last, there was only one person left in the car, and all I could do was stand there and stare while my pants tightened. “Are you gonna help me, or would you prefer I flash everyone?” Her naughty smile wasn’t helping the situation in my pants at all.
When I
moved in close enough to block her from everyone else’s view, she briefly spread her legs to give me a sample of what would end up all over the Internet if we weren’t careful.
As I stood there in horny shock, she grabbed onto my arm and managed to exit the car without showing the world what was mine. Hunting down and killing every person who saw would have taken a lot of time and effort, so I was grateful she’d managed to keep everything covered up.
I closed the car door, but instead of moving away, I crowded Juli against it. “You look beautiful tonight,” I whispered in her ear. “Insanely fuckable. I can’t believe you’re free-balling it under that dress.”
“That would be accurate if I had balls, but I don’t.” Just as I thought my dick had reached its maximum capacity, she added, “Not at the moment, anyway.” Her husky voice was full of promise for things to come. It had been a while since we’d played with the strapless strap-on, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
Careful not to mess up her perfectly styled hair and makeup, I gently took her face in my hands and guided her lips to mine.
“Your turn to choose,” I mumbled against her mouth.
“Remember the giant topiaries I insisted on renting for the back patio?”
“Yeah.”
“They ruin the aesthetic and take up way too much space.” She didn’t need to say another word.
My dick was harder than I thought was physically possible. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought Juli was intentionally trying to get me to lose control and fuck her on the red carpet. What was I thinking? Of course she was fucking with me.
I grabbed her hand and hoped she could keep up as I dashed for the ballroom entrance. All I had to do was make it through the doors on the other side of the room and then dive behind the massive wall of topiaries.
Before we made it inside, we were stopped by one of the actors Juli’s firm represented. After we had managed to break away from that conversation, we made it as far as the first row of round tables when we were stopped by my parents. After that, a group of people neither of us knew wanted to chat, and after that, it was some guy I kind of recognized from a movie.
By the time we had a clear path to the exit, the crowd had settled in for dinner, and there was absolutely no way we could leave without being seen and possibly followed.
So, instead of finding a semi-private place to talk for a minute and then fuck like we hadn’t done it in six years instead of six hours, we took our designated spots at the table that was already surrounded by our family, friends, and the guy I punched.
“You okay?” Alissa asked before I could ask why the fuck Brady Johns was sitting across from me. “You look a little flushed.”
“I’m all right,” I lied. By that point, coming in my pants like a teenager would’ve been an acceptable solution to my problem.
My death grip on Juli’s thigh continued to tighten as I prayed for my cock to behave. Even looking at Brady’s ugly face didn’t help—it only made me want to lay Juli out on the table and claim her in front of him.
The sexy bitch who sat beside me was on a mission to kill me. I didn’t think of Juli as a bitch often, and I’d never say it out loud, but that was exactly how she was behaving. The look in her eyes told me she knew it.
Ever so subtly, she’d shift her weight or squeeze her legs together, using that fucking piercing to get some relief while I was forced not only to suffer from my painful erection but watch her play with herself in public at the same time. I almost wished the kids had been seated with us so she would have had to behave herself.
My plans for the evening had officially changed. My number one priority was getting inside Juli’s mouth or pussy, I didn’t care which, ASAP. The discussion I wanted to have could wait a little longer. It was probably a good idea to get off first in case she freaked out anyway.
Based on the way her thigh trembled beneath my hand, I knew she was close to coming. No one was allowed to see her “O” face but me, even if she controlled it and they had no idea what they were looking at. She also wasn’t going to get off while my cock was doing an angry impersonation of a railroad spike.
“Why’s Brady here?” I asked quietly so only she could hear. I wasn’t above making a scene if that’s what it took to distract her from her mission, but I decided to try being discreet about it first.
“Remember when you punched him in his pretty face because he touched me?” Her thighs squeezed together again. “Damn, that was hot.”
“Focus. If you make yourself come now, you won’t get my cock later.” We both knew it was an empty threat; she wouldn’t be able to keep it out of her.
“To get him to play along with the cover story, I had to promise him a bunch of stuff. One of the things he wanted was to sit by Marina tonight.”
“How is Tate okay with that?” I looked over at the actors. Tate was engrossed in a heated conversation with Finn—knowing my brother, it was likely a debate over which mutual funds showed the most promise for long-term growth—while his woman was chatting it up with Brady the Bastard.
“He trusts Marina and knows she’s going home with him at the end of the night.”
“Still.” I wasn’t buying it. I trusted Juli, but I didn’t trust any man except for my father and brothers around her. Sometimes, even Finn was questionable; they’d gotten pretty chummy over the past several months.
“I think your jealousy is adorable.” While squishing my cheeks between her fingers and thumb, she leaned over and pecked a kiss on my fish-face.
“Whatever.” I wasn’t too proud to admit I was pouting. Juli had stopped the action between her legs, but our conversation hadn’t done anything to ease my throbbing cock. If I didn’t get relief soon, I’d have to go to the ER or something.
Turning to my sister-in-law sitting on the other side of me, I asked, “Hey, Madison, you went to nursing school. Is it possible for a massive boner to break a guy’s dick if it goes untreated for an extended period of time? Let’s say, forty-five minutes.” As with my assistant, Stephanie, if I weren’t a crass pig every now and then, Madison would think I had a terminal illness.
“I think I remember reading a case study of a penis bursting from too much pressure,” she teased as she looked around the room before bringing her attention back to me. “I see several people heading toward the restroom and others are going outside to the bar.” As mean as I’d been to her when she first got together with Sawyer, she never ceased to amaze me with her compassion. And my dick needed all the compassion it could get.
“You’re the best.” Kissing her cheek, I shocked her and earned a dirty look from my brother. All I could do was smile as I turned back to Juli and asked, “Care to join me at the bar?”
After checking to make sure the kids were still at their table on the far side of the room, she agreed.
Taking her hand, I not-so-subtly dragged her through one of the doors leading to the outdoor patio where the bar was set up.
“I’m thirsty,” she said as we passed by the bar.
“If you order a drink that doesn’t come in a bottle, I will never speak to you again,” I said as we got in line.
Juli’s laugh went straight to my dick. “Fuck it.” It was my hotel, and I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. I ducked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of water from a bucket filled with ice. After tossing a wad of cash to tip the bartender for pretending not to notice my frantic behavior, I handed the bottle to my woman and looked for a surreptitious route to the grassy space behind the ugly trees she’d ordered for the occasion.
Juli unfastened my pants as soon as we were concealed. Beyond ready for action, my dick lunged for her as soon as he was free.
“Looks like someone missed me.” After spitting in her hand, she grabbed my cock and began stroking it relentlessly. Thirty seconds later, she dropped to her knees just in time to swallow my load.
“Thank you,” was all I could say as I regained my bearings. I was still hard and extremely horny, but she’
d taken just enough of the edge off to allow me to remember the other part of my plan.
“You’re welcome?”
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Hey, you got your turn, now it’s mine. We can talk after.”
“It won’t take long, then you can come as many times as you want.”
“Fine. Hurry.”
“You’ve practically moved all the way in, so I thought maybe we could take another step.”
“You know I don’t want to give up my place. Even though I’m there all the time, your house is still yours. Not mine.”
“I know, which is why I thought we could move. Get a place together that’s all three of ours.”
“That’s not the worst idea you’ve ever had,” she acquiesced.
“And if we’re going to be a family, for all intents and purposes, it would be for the best if you had a more official role in Colton’s life.”
“Like adopting him?”
“I thought about that, but the thing with Natalie is going to take forever to be resolved, and you wouldn’t be able to until it’s settled—assuming her parental rights are ultimately terminated.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well,” I began, suddenly extremely nervous. “I was thinking the easiest way to give you some sort of legal tie to Colton, you know, in case you ever need to take him to the doctor or something…” Not that a lack of legality had ever stopped her before. “What if we go down to the courthouse and file some paperwork.”
“Like a power of attorney?”
“That might work, but all of the forms and documentation would be a pain in the ass. And who knows if it’s even doable right now due to the Natalie situation.” She knew I was blowing smoke out of my ass but was still playing along, for now, anyway.
“Domestic partnership?”
“Dammit, woman. I’m trying to say I think we should get married. Just for the legal benefits, of course. It’ll be quick and easy.”