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She unzipped her jeans as loud as she could and slipped them off, flapping the legs for extra emphasis. Then she bent over, showing her ass to Blade. He stopped groping Lexi and watched her. His tongue flicked out when she adjusted her thong.
That’s right. I know I have a tight ass. Look all you want. Another drink warmed her insides and strengthened her nerve. The thought of sleeping with Blade made her stomach lurch. He had long straggly hair and a missing front tooth he’d lost in a fight. But his mermaid yin-yang tattoo was cool and his body was hot. He must be fabulous in bed, because Lexi screwed him every chance she got.
“Don’t you think it’s hot, Blade?” She unbuttoned her blouse until her boobs hung out. Hers were bigger than Lexi’s and Blade obsessed over tits. Not that she blamed him.
He gulped and nodded. Veins popped up in his neck. Come to mention it, Lexi hadn’t taken her eyes off her either. Good! It was about time she showed her some interest.
Lexi liked men as much as she liked women and here lately, she’d only wanted to fuck men. Did she think she would put up with it forever? If she did, she was a stupid cunt. Plenty of men and women wanted to touch her body. And hell, why not? Her body rocked. Tight ass, C cups, and a tiny waist. She was the princess Lexi had nicknamed her—blonde curly hair and a rich mommy and daddy.
“Do you know what I’m in the mood for?” She dropped her voice a notch and worked her lips in a sexy pout. Blade was a sucker and would fall prey in her hands.
“What?” Blade scooted to the edge of the couch and waited for her to answer.
She took a piece of ice and ran it over her lips, down her neck and cleavage. Damn this shit’s cold. But she’d have to keep playing. Her nipples puckered from the cold, but hey, if he thought he’d done it to her, then all the better for her.
“Dick. I want dick tonight.” Ugh. Not that she wanted his, but it was an easy score, and she didn’t even have to leave home to find it.
“Oh God, yeah!” He abandoned Lexi on the couch and stood before her. Grabbed a boob and squeezed. “I’ve been trying to get in your pussy for months. What changed your mind?”
His hand massaged her breast, and oddly, it didn’t feel too bad. “Hearing how good you are in bed.” Gross. She hated listening to Lexi brag about their sex, but Blade was a moron. “Lexi tells me you’re like a raging bull.”
“You want me to show you, don’t you?” He gripped her hand and guided it inside his pants to his cock.
It wasn’t anything impressive to touch. Could’ve been bigger. “What are you going to do with that huge cock?” She kissed his neck to hide the laugh she felt threatening to snitch on her lie. Catching a glimpse of Lexi, Bree noticed she’d downed her shot and slipped off her pants as well.
“Going to show you what no other man has in the past.”
Oh, here we go again. All men said that cheesy line to her. If she’d had the right dick she’d never’ve chosen chick. Whatever. Men just didn’t understand a woman’s needs like other women. Or how to lick her pussy the way she liked.
“Well then, show me.” She bit her lip and hoped to hold down the vomit forming in her throat. Then she grabbed the bottle of tequila. Lexi sat, mouth hanging open and anger in her eyes. “What?” What the fuck was she mad at? The bitch. Not once had she cheated on her. Never hid anything from her, until now.
The plan had hit her on her way home. She hadn’t had time to tell Lexi. Blade was on her couch, willing and able. The time was right. If she wanted to get her mom’s attention and all the gifts that came with it, she’d have to bite the bullet. Do the unthinkable. Give her a grandchild.
Hell, why not. Her parents would spring for a nanny and a personal trainer. Her body would be back in shape in no time, and the nanny could raise the brat.
“You’re going to fuck Blade and not invite me?”
She stopped and stared at Lexi. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind; however it would be easier to do the task with a pair of boobs to fondle and a pussy to lick. Why not?
“I’m sorry, baby. Of course you can come.” And come and come as long as it’s me making you. She held out her hand and took Lexi’s. “But I get to fuck him tonight.”
“Jackpot!” Blade screamed out and rushed to the bedroom, clothes flying off as he went.
Childish behavior. Could she really let this idiot father her child? She thought for a moment. Why not? She didn’t want the bastard anyway.
His chiseled body helped put her in the right mind set, but Lexi had what she really wanted. An hourglass shape. Cute little B cups with upturned rosy nipples and short natural red hair—both on her head and between her legs.
She felt moisture form between her own legs thinking about touching Lexi. It had been ages since they’d fooled around.
Blade lay on the bed naked, staring between the two of them. She took off the rest of her clothes and kissed Lexi’s lips, soft and sweet, swollen from Blade’s kisses. Their breasts rubbed each other, and she heard a deep husky moan. Goosebumps ran down her spine.
She grabbed Lexi and pulled her into an embrace. Ran her hands over Lexi’s ass and slipped her tongue inside her mouth. Oh sweet Jesus. The taste of tequila on Lexi’s tongue, the smell of strawberry shampoo and their bodies rubbing together almost made her forget her mission.
“I’ve missed you.” she murmured in her hair, drinking in the smell. Then she released her.
The bed creaked and dipped under her knee. Thank God Blade was rock hard, because she didn’t want to touch him or put her mouth on that vile thing. “Fuck me from behind.” That way I don’t have to look at your face.
“Whatever you say, Princess.” He moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
Musky cologne filled her nostrils and tingles crept down her neck. The smell of man wasn’t bad. Quite electrifying, really. His body pressed against her back and the hard planes of his chest felt like virginal territory to her, different from the soft curves of Lexi. It had been some time since she’d been with a man.
Anticipation grew as he touched her hips. Trailed a hand down between her legs and found her wet.
“Yes.” He groaned on her neck.
Lexi slid on the bed in front of her and took a breast in her mouth. Flicked her nipple. Bit it. Tugged on it. At the same time Blade slid a finger inside and rubbed her clit with the palm of his strong hand. She twined her fingers in Lexi’s hair.
Heat ran through her body and her knees trembled. This was heaven having two people caress and touch her. Why hadn’t she joined them before? She could have kept her eyes closed and not seen Blade’s face.
Blade withdrew his finger. “I have to get a condom.”
“No! I want to feel all of you. I want to know what a man feels like inside.”
“I don’t want kids.” He started to pull away.
She had to think of something fast. “Don’t worry about it. I’m on the pill and I’d never trap you.” That was an understatement. The last thing she wanted was a relationship with someone ugly.
The lie worked, because he moved back and bent her over. Blade was stupid. Why would she be on the pill if she didn’t sleep with men? She giggled inwardly. This was too easy.
Lexi lay down beneath them and licked Bree’s clit. Easy, hot and fun. Blade slid his cock inside as Lexi continued to lick. Oh hell. It did feel good. Better than a dildo or vibrator. He moved in and out in an expert fashion. Her titties bounced and Lexi grabbed one and squeezed.
She’d never felt anything like this. Being fucked and licked at the same time. Her knees shook as Blade pounded her. He moaned and screamed out. A wave of excitement ran through her. Blade had never moaned for Lexi the way he was for her.
Power. She held power over him with her sweet ass and tight pussy. Stroke after stroke he groaned until his dick jerked inside her and she felt warm liquid squirt inside. He collapsed against her back and pulled out.
The deed was done. Now all she had to do was wait and see. See i
f they’d spawned her goldmine.
Chapter 9
Noah read the labels on his medication bottles, afraid to look at Val. For some odd reason she appeared to be pissed at him. The last thing he wanted to do was to start an argument while she drove through traffic.
What had happened to make her so mad? Experience had taught him to let a female cool off before asking. Maybe he should have her take him to his sister’s house. He couldn’t go home, she might see Bambi. Seventy-two hours with Val ticked off screamed “bad idea”. He didn’t need to be watched anyway. No other doctor had ordered ’round-the-clock-care. Nor had they given him all of this medication before.
He unscrewed the tops, popped the pills in his mouth and washed them down with a bottled water Val had bought him at the gas station a few minutes ago. She hadn’t said a word to him all morning besides asking if he’d wanted a drink.
When they reached Val’s house, she turned off the car and walked inside without as much as a grunt. Left him in the car to walk in alone! This had to stop.
He marched into the house and found her on the back porch. She stood with her back to him, spraying glass cleaner on the windows and scrubbing. Poor birds already thought the panes were invisible.
“What did I do to deserve the silent treatment?” Hell, they’d only met two days ago and he felt liked they’d been married for months. Stepping up behind her, he took the cleaner from her hand and spun her around to face him.
Warmth ran through his body at the feel of her soft skin. The smell of roses and jasmine turned the warmth to heat. Even with her mad, he wanted her, felt aroused in close proximity to her.
Lips of satin parted, possibly to speak, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He’d waited for a kiss from the moment he saw her this morning in a yellow silky tank top, thin khaki short-shorts and a pair of beaded sandals at the end of her incredible legs. All that creamy flesh had driven him mad with need.
He covered her mouth and sought entrance. Licked the crease. Pried at it with his tongue. Her lips clamped shut and refused to open, yet she didn’t squirm from his embrace. That part encouraged him. Perhaps a different approach might work. He nipped at her upper lip. Sucked it.
Tightly closed lips relaxed and she yielded to him. In fact, she bit his lip. Dug her nails in his back and scratched.
“Ouch!” He pushed her a safe distance from him. “That hurt. What’s wrong with you?”
Anger flashed in her eyes. “I thought you liked it rough. Kinky.”
“What the hell gave you that idea?” He rubbed his lip where her teeth had sunk into the tender flesh.
“Since you’re going to be staying here for the next three days, I thought you needed some clothes from home.”
Bambi! He scratched his forehead. Had Val met her or seen her shit? Either way, he had some explaining to do.
“Baby, I can explain.”
“I’m not your baby, and that’s what every other guy said.”
“I’m not every other guy, and I’m not Sam White an imaginary guy you’re in love with. I’m some stranger you picked up two nights ago and made a business deal with. Then you jump to a conclusion about me based on your jackass ex. You owe me the opportunity to explain.”
“Okay, Noah! Explain.” She sat down in a chair, arms crossed and a scowl on her face. “I’m listening.”
“When I told you I was divorced, it was the truth. However, I didn’t tell you when I got divorced.” Or how many times. He paced the concrete floor, searching for words to calm her down.
“Go on.”
“My divorce was final Friday. The night we met. My sister signed me up for speed dating as a way for me to celebrate. All that shit you saw in my house is my ex-wife’s stuff. She hasn’t moved it out yet, but we’ve been split up for months.” He looked at her eyes, wondering if she believed him. “I didn’t lie to you.”
“What about in the hospital when you said you didn’t like women who took their clothes off in public? Either you’re extremely kinky, or your ex-wife’s a stripper.” Her foot started to tap.
Man, he hated that about Bambi. Let it eat at him day in and day out while they were married. Other men, looking, groping, even sleeping with her. “I’m not proud of what Bambi does for a living, nor do I condone it.”
“Then why did you marry her?”
“Because I believed her when she told me she’d quit. Because I have faith in people. I believe they’re telling the truth. Sometimes it bites me and sometimes it doesn’t. But I prefer to trust people before jumping to conclusions or thinking the worst.”
Val glanced down and let out a sigh. “So, she didn’t quit?” As her tone changed from anger to concern, she dropped her arms and her jaws relaxed.
He sat down on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. “She quit, for about two months. She gave me a sad story about not having the opportunity to better her life. So, I married her. Gave her anything she wanted. A house, a job, money. I would have given her a family, but she didn’t want it.” That had hurt the most. He wanted children and Bambi couldn’t have cared less.
Val reached out and took his hands in hers.
“Then she started partying, staying out late, not coming home. She’d gone back to the life she said she wanted to leave. I tried to deal with it, but I couldn’t. The last straw was when I found drugs. Truthfully, she was homeless and used me for a place to live. That’s why her shit is still at my place.”
“Noah, I’m sorry. Sorry for getting mad and sorry things didn’t work out for you. I guess you loved her a lot.”
“Sad thing is, I don’t think I really did. I mean, I thought I did, but who I loved didn’t exist. The person she is, isn’t the person I saw. By the time I saw the real Bambi, it was too late.”
Heat rose up his neck and face. The temperature climbed to an alarming rate and it was only about eight in the morning. Blue dots flashed before his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Val asked.
He heard her voice, but he couldn’t see her for the spots.
“Noah? Your face is red. Do I need to call the doctor?”
“It’s a little hot out here.” Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he wiped it off with his t-shirt. When he dropped his shirt, Val stood in front of him.
She felt his head and neck. “You’re burning up. I’m calling the doctor.”
Not only was it hot outside, spots were passing in front of his eyes and he found himself still aroused. What the hell? He’d never had side effects like this after an anaphylactic episode. “Help me sit down, and I’ll be fine.”
“You are sitting down. I’m calling the doctor.”
When she turned to leave, he grabbed her hand. “Trust me; it has nothing to do with my shellfish allergy.” But why did the medication for his allergy work like Viagra? Not that he needed or had ever taken an erectile medication, but he knew the gist of them.
“Are you sure?”
A light chuckle spilled out even though he tried to keep it inside. “I’m positive. But I could take some time to relax.” Otherwise I’m going to strip you down and make gentle love to you on the porch. In the living room, shower and anywhere else and for as long as these pills work.
“I got just the thing to help you relax.”
Oh yeah, she had ‘just the thing’ to relax him. More than she knew, and the outfit she wore had done a number on his libido before the pills.
Still holding his hand, she led him to her salon. “Sit down.” She nodded at a chair in front of a rounded desk, and he did as she instructed.
His vision no longer blurred or included spots.
The room smelled of acetone. He scrunched up his nose. How the hell could she work in here? Deep yellow paint covered the walls and chrome shelves sat everywhere, holding hundreds of bottles of nail polish. Even an odd looking chair high on a base with some weird basin at the foot sat against a wall.
Val moved around the room gathering up a shallow plastic tray and bottles. What was
she doing, and how was this going to make him feel better? The last thing he wanted was for her to touch his hands. He looked down at his grease stained fingernails. A twitch began deep in his flexor carpi muscles, and he bounced his leg.
“You can’t be serious,” he said as she mixed liquids in the tray. “I’m not getting a manicure.”
“I’m not giving you one and if I was, why not?” She continued to mix solutions, never stopping to look at him.
“It’s girly. That’s why.” Okay, so it wasn’t the real reason he didn’t want a manicure, but it was a girl thing. Women could tease him and scratch him all they wanted with their nails, however, his hands were meant for hard labor. He didn’t need them to be soft.
“Noah, my job is to make hands and feet look their best. When I meet someone, I notice their hands right from the start.”
He twisted in his seat, drew his hands together and cupped his fingers in the palm of the opposite hands. She hadn’t said a word to him about them. Not even when they’d made love. But now, she wanted to change them. “If you’re not giving me a manicure, then what are you going to do.”
“First, you’re going to soak your hands in this solution. I’ve seen the way you hide them, embarrassed by the discoloration from years of engine work. This mixture will take off the hardest stains. Now soak.” She pointed to the dish. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”
“Val.”
“What?” Her voice, almost a whisper, sent a chill down his spine.
“Will this stuff really work?” He looked at her, hopeful.
She smiled and sat on her stool. “Yes, I promise it’ll work. But you have no need to worry about your hands.”
Warmth caressed his fingers and palms. The clear liquid deepened in color. She lifted one hand and patted a towel to it. Beautiful soft sexy fingers rubbed and kneaded his rough calloused ones.
“A man should have hands like these. Hard working, strong and masculine. Yet gentle, caring and supportive.”
He relaxed and accepted the magic she worked on his hardened muscles. His eyelids closed and visions of a full body massage entered his mind. Notions of her naked as well, stirred desire deep within. Sent flames to his already engorged cock.