by KaLyn Cooper
Josh wadded some tissues and disposed of the condom in the waste basket next to the toilet. While he was standing there, he decided to take a piss. Lilly stopped at the doorway and quickly turned away. Oh, no. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to give you some privacy.” She spoke to the bedroom, not looking his way.
“You can come in.” Josh had pissed in front of more people than he could count. In the SEAL Teams, privacy disappeared on your first day of BUDs and that had been over twenty years ago for him.
“But...”
Then he understood. “He never allowed you in the bathroom with him, did he?”
She shook her head. “In many ways, he was a very private man.”
Not sure he’d call fucking around on his wife private. Secretive, definitely. “Lilly, it’s a normal bodily function, and we have just been as intimate as two people can be. My mouth—”
“Don’t say it,” she interrupted.
Determined to bring her into the twenty-first century, he continued, “My mouth was between your legs as I licked that stiff little clit of yours until you came all over my tongue.” Now finished, he shook off the last drop and turned to face her. “I loved it.”
Pink tinged her cheeks as she glanced sideways at him.
“Ten minutes ago you had my cock in—”
“And I liked it,” she hurriedly admitted. As though she’d just discovered a new truth, she raised her chin, stood up straight, and faced him. “I intend to do that again.”
Thank God! Her wet, hot mouth around his cock had felt wonderful, second only to being sheathed within her tight channel. Both thoughts had an immediate reaction as he stiffened. “I look forward to it.”
She determinedly stepped into the large bathroom, her eyes glued to his now pounding erection. “Shower first or counter?”
“Shower.” She tossed the packets on the counter next to his shaving kit before reaching into the shower turning on the water. From the top drawer of the counter, she pulled out a hotel-sized bar of soap and stripped off the paper. With a coy glance over her shoulder at him, she explained, “I saw your shower gel in there and though I like the way it smells on you, I’d rather not smell like a man.”
He didn’t want her smelling manly either, or advertising their night together at breakfast. He stepped behind her and cupped both breasts in his hands. When he rolled her pebbled nipples, she closed her eyes and arched, pushing her breasts into his palms as she pressed that sweet ass of hers into his cock.
In the mirror, he saw the desire on her face and made his decision. “Put your hands on the counter.”
“What?” Her eyes flew open and caught his in their reflection.
“You heard me.” He moved her hands to the edge of the counter then grabbed a condom. As he slid it on, he ordered, “Step back a little and spread your legs.”
Once suited up, he reached around and stroked her soaked clit. Oh, yes. He kissed his way up her spine as he relentlessly massaged her hard little button of nerves. When he reached her ear he asked, “You like this?”
He wasn’t sure if her answer was a moan or a word, but he’d take it as confirmation. He pressed his length into the crack of her cheeks. “Is this what you want, or do you want me to let you come with my fingers?”
She tightened her butt muscles around him and he almost shot off.
“I want you.” She panted. “And you’d better hurry. I’m so close.”
He ran the tip of cock down the length of her crack, past the star of her anus. Her opening glistened pink, slightly swollen in the bright lights of the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and caught her watching him. Her smile was one of anticipation, his, filled with burning desire. They watched each other as he entered her slowly. The eroticism of the moment threatened to send him over the edge. Buried to the hilt, she felt extremely tight in this position. She rocked her hips side to side, massaging his cock with muscles he didn’t know a woman had.
He slid out then slammed back into her. He needed it a little rougher this time. As he pistoned her from behind, they watched each other in the large mirror. Her body tightened and her eyes closed.
“No.” His demand filled the room. “Look at me as you come. I want you to see what you do to me.”
Her stunned expression and loosening of once-taut muscles told him he’d lost her. He reached around and pinched her distended clit. The jolt of her body and constriction of muscles brought her back. He lightly manipulated the area, soothing and enticing once again. Within a minute, she was breathing hard and fast again, the way he was driving both of them along the edge. He pressed down on her clit and she threw her head back on a gasp, calling his name. Their eyes held in the mirror as he gritted his teeth and came harder than he could ever remember. The last thing he saw was the conquering smile in her eyes.
Collapsed over Lilly’s back, Josh wondered if he had the energy to push himself off her. He felt her more than heard her over the spray of the shower. Was that a purr? Or a moan.
He managed to position his hands flat on the counter and perform a very weak push-up. Even as steam filled the room with moist heat, his chest felt chilled without Lilly against him. Steadying himself, he moved to remove the condom.
A muffled “No” came from under the splash of raven-colored hair. Her face was tucked into one of her elbows as though she’d fallen asleep on a desk.
Damn, she was beautiful. That perfect heart-shaped ass stuck out, the globes a slightly lighter color of tan than the rest of her body. He had to touch them, caress their smooth curve.
“Not again.” She turned her head to look at him, resting her cheek on the cool granite. “I think I’m going to forgo the shower sex and just take a nap right here. Wake me up when you get out.”
He used an open palm and smacked one ass cheek. “Get in the shower.” Then he kissed the reddened spot.
Chapter 13
Lilly’s hands brushed her breasts as she buttoned the red silk blouse. Her nipples hardened, and she smiled as warmth filled her chest. They had gotten a work out last night, that was for sure. So had the rest of her body.
She had needed her morning yoga practice to stretch out muscles she hadn’t used in months. Maybe never. Josh had been an amazing lover. He’d taken her places she’d never been and she’d loved every moment of it.
Bending to step into the light-gray pencil skirt that matched the suit jacket she’d put on later, she remembered how large he felt when he took her from behind. She’d never had sex that way before, but it might now be her favorite position. Watching him in the mirror the whole time, especially as he came inside her, had been the hottest thing she had ever done in her life. It had been like watching porn with the two of them as the stars. She had come so hard that time she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
She sighed heavily. That was last night and today was a new and very busy day.
For a full minute, Lilly debated between wearing the red pumps or the black ones. She wanted to look professional as her family toured the ship one last time before they officially purchased it next week as part of their new American Caribbean Cruise Line, but the red heels were sexy, and she was feeling very sexy today.
Through her open glass wall, she heard Mateo and Calita setting up breakfast. Good. She was starved. Her sexcapades last night burned a lot of energy. She’d finally left Josh’s room around one o’clock and felt like a teenager, sneaking back into the compound after being out late partying with her friends.
With a last glance at the two pair of shoes, Lilly opted for bare feet until she had to leave for the new office on the island of Cozumel. Ships docked in the deep-water port there for excursions to the Mayan Riviera and Mexican locales. Cancun was internationally known for its gently sloping, sandy beaches which were not conducive for ships that drafted thirty feet or more. But Mexico’s largest island had a perfect deep-water port only seven miles from the mainland. From the Girard compound, she could see the tall h
otels that lined the island’s leeward side.
Padding out to the quad from her wing of the huge house, she glanced over as the door to Josh’s room slid open. In khakis and a polo shirt, he looked as though he’d slept undisturbed for hours, totally refreshed. She, on the other hand, was afraid she looked like she felt, rode hard and put away wet. Well, she had been. Both. After amazing shower sex, another first for her, she’d left Josh’s room in nothing but a beach towel, her hair still wet.
Her cheeks heated with thoughts of all the pleasure he’d brought to her body, the way he’d ridden her last night. Actually, she had ridden him first. She smiled when she remembered the way he let her take control. She’d liked that, too.
“I hate this stupid pink shirt.” Greyson’s voice cut through Lilly’s passionate memories as her boys emerged from the stairwell. Her youngest son fought to shove the shirttails into his belted khaki pants. Instantly morphing into Mom mode, she headed to intersect them and dispel what would most definitely turn into meltdown number one of the day. The boy needed food and redirecting.
Preston, perfectly turned out in his wedding attire, was only a few steps behind. Josh laid a gentle hand on the shoulder of her eldest son. His small body winced, and her heart clenched. He was in pain, no doubt feeling every bump and bruise from yesterday’s encounter with the gang members. She was torn between which child to tend to first.
Josh made the decision for her.
“Preston, may we talk a minute?” Josh had noticed the boy’s reaction. He didn’t miss much.
“Yes, sir.” Preston stopped and looked up at their tall house guest.
That’s when this magnificent man did the most perfect thing. He knelt down so he was on the boy’s level. Lilly had never seen her ex do that. He’d always stood and spoken to his sons, looking down at them.
She got Greyson seated with a glass of juice and positioned herself so she could hear their entire conversation.
“You had a really big scare yesterday,” Josh admitted, “and so did I.”
Preston’s eyes grew big and round. “You were scared?”
“You bet, son.” Josh had used that term of endearment again and she wondered just what kind of father Josh would be. “When I saw that man headed toward the boys who surrounded you, I knew he wasn’t there to stop them from hurting you. I was afraid of what could happen.”
“I was scared, too.” Preston’s voice cracked as he looked down at his new brown shoes.
“Sometimes it helps when you talk about these things.” Josh glanced at Lilly who gave him a nod of approval. Turning his head back to Preston, he took a small bandaged hand in his. Josh continued, “Men don’t often talk about their feelings, but in this case I think it would be all right. Since it was an experience we shared, if you need to talk, man to man, I’m here to listen.”
At those heartfelt words, Lilly took a giant step toward falling in love with Josh Madden.
Preston’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Thank you for saving me.” Then the boy threw himself into Josh’s arms and burst into tears.
Lilly held back the urge to run and scoop her son from his arms, but Josh stood up, holding her precious child. “We don’t need the whole family seeing how upset you are.” He carried her son into his room.
In nine years of marriage, she had never seen such a display of compassion and sensitivity for her children. And never had Preston reached out to a man for comfort, least of all his father. Her brother Jack had been the only openly loving man in Preston’s life, hugging and roughhousing in equal measures. As the door closed behind Josh, she knew exactly what kind of father he would be. Wonderful.
Not that she was looking for a father for her sons. They already had one. And he-who-seemed-compassionless was seven miles away. Her gaze drifted to the ocean and where the large island stood on the horizon.
They would have docked at dawn or shortly after, depending on how many ships were in port that day. He’d be having breakfast with Annabelle. Then they’d head to the beautiful plantation house to get ready for the big wedding...no, fifty people was a small wedding in her world. It didn’t matter, by sunset he would be married to the skinny little ballerina bitch who had broken up Lilly’s perfect family.
But it hadn’t been a perfect family. It had been the fantasy she’d wanted to believe, her eyes shuddered to the reality that her husband was not the man she’d imagined him. Nor was he the father she’d wanted for her sons. He had been a cheater and a liar.
Even so, she could take some of the blame for their marriage failure. By the end, she was not the same woman she’d been in the beginning. She had allowed him to control most every aspect of their lives. She caught herself stroking Greyson’s soft, always unruly hair as he stuffed waffles into his mouth, his attitude improving with every bite. But he-who-would-never-be-hers-again had given her what she’d wanted, two wondrous children.
A girl would have been nice, but she loved her boys with all her heart. And if she wanted a daughter, she could have one. There were several options available to her to have a baby. Maybe she’d call Bonnie and Gail when she returned to Chicago. A year after they’d been married, they both decided to have children. One of their gay guy friends volunteered to donate sperm so the children could truly be siblings. Side-by-side the women went through everything from in vitro fertilization to the birth of their boys. Now the lesbian couple was considering an overseas adoption after exploring several other avenues. They would know all the pros and cons for each option.
The opening of Josh’s door brought Lilly back to the quad and breakfast. Preston stepped out beside him and they both walked tall and straight, as though together they could take on the world.
They strutted past her on their way to the dozen bowls laid out on the buffet. Lilly caught a whiff of Josh’s scent and instantly memories of the steamy shower with him last night caught her off guard. The cool marble on her back had balanced the heat they generated. She’d been engulfed in his scent, intensified by the warm water that splashed over them as he pounded her against the wall.
That wouldn’t be a bad way to conceive a child either...the usual way. Josh was beyond handsome, intelligent, with a physique that she’d like to explore a little more. Maybe tonight he’d allow her to—
Her phone buzzed with a text. Betsy had landed with her two other grandchildren and they were all headed to the Girard compound. Lilly’s mind filled with the packed itinerary for the day. Next item, get the boys fed and out the door with their grandmother.
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Preston had made the walk-on ferry trip from Playa del Carmen to Cozumel many times, but more often his family took the jet boat when they wanted to go to the island. At least he’d get to come home that way since his mom had to go to the new office.
Thank goodness she promised to bring Mexico clothes with her. He hated the pink shirt but it was what his dad had wanted, and he always did what his father asked.
Preston was excited to see his dad again. It had been weeks since he’d seen him. He was an important surgeon with lots of work to do, but knowing that didn’t help the pain that his father hadn’t made it to his birthday party. Maybe that’s the way it was when you got divorced.
Preston glanced over to the dark-haired boy leaning on the railing, watching seagulls fly around the big ship. That was his half-brother. And he had a half-sister, too, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get to know her. She was scary. She stood like a tough boy in contrast to her frilly pink dress. He was sure her hair was dyed that black color and all the make-up she wore looked creepy. Maybe it was the way she’d painted her eyes black and the black lipstick that made him stare at her. Or the little diamond in the side of her nose. He wondered if boogers got caught on the part inside. She had a lot of earrings, too, all the way to the top of the curve of her ear. He was trying to count them when she sneered at him.
“What are you looking at, ya little piss ant?” She bobbed her head side to side as she talke
d.
Before he could tell her he was counting all her piercings, Grandma Betsy scolded her, “Kalista, now be nice to your brother.”
“He’s not my brother.” She placed a protective arm around Dalton and pulled him close. “He’s my brother.” The thirteen-year-old shrugged away from his older sister.
“You know very well Preston and Greyson are your half-brothers,” Grandma Betsy pointed out.
“Yeah, and we’re probably going to have more rug rats now that dear old Dad has found himself a new wife. I’m just glad they aren’t going to live with us.” What was she saying? Dad would have more kids? He’d get a little brother, or even cooler, a baby sister? Then he realized that the child would not be born to his mother, and he’d probably never get to see the baby or play with it. It would be like his half-brother and half-sister he’d never met until an hour ago when they showed up with Grandma Betsy to take them to the wedding.
“Can see your father on the docks,” Grandma Betsy redirected the conversation. “He’s supposed to meet us there.”
“I see him,” Greyson called excitedly and started waving. “Dad. We’re here.”
Yeah, we’re here. All of us. Preston’s belly flipped over as he watched his father wave with one hand, his other arm around some tiny blonde woman who looked really young, like a high school girl. He glanced over to Kalista, who he knew was sixteen, and in high school. Okay, the girl with Dad could be in college. Was she another half-sister?
“Pretty soon he’ll be marrying girls my age.” Kalista cocked her hip, folded her arms in front of her, and scowled, distorting her face so she looked like an irritated clown.
“Annabelle is twenty-six,” Grandma Betsy announced. She gathered them in front of her as the engines reversed, preparing to dock. “Your father has chosen Annabelle to be his new wife, and we’re here because he wanted you to be at his wedding. This is a special day for him.” She looked right at Kalista. “I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.”
That girl was marrying Dad? Preston stared at the woman whose hair was piled on top of her head with curlicues around her face. Even though her body vibrated with contained excitement, not a single hair moved. It was like a blonde helmet. And her face was all made up so her eyes looked too big for her face, her lips too pink to be real. She was going to be his new mother? What about Mom?