Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rainey Daye

  Apparently not knowing exactly how to respond, he hedged, “The bases are dating terms relating to the four F’s.”

  “What are those?”

  “Come on, Mags. Surely you know what those are even if you’ve never heard of the bases before.”

  “No, really, I have no idea,” she responded earnestly.

  Taking a deep breath, he seemed to choose his words carefully, as if being careful not to offend or upset her. “The bases are used by guys to indicate how well their date went. A way to let your buddies know how far you got, or a girl will use it to let a guy know just how far she is willing to go. You know, something along the lines of a guy telling his buddies ‘I scored a home run last night’ or a girl informing a guy that she doesn’t go past second.”

  She still frowned in confusion. “Is it a regional thing? Maybe that’s why I’ve never heard of it before.”

  “Nah, it’s pretty much a universal dating language,” Jess informed her.

  “Then either the town I’m from is totally off the map, or I’ve led a truly sheltered life.”

  “Your willingness to be my girlfriend shows that you haven’t been too sheltered,” he teased her, receiving an embarrassed smile from her in return.

  She cleared her throat after reining in her mind from dwelling on those thoughts. “So you said that each base correlates with one of these four F’s. What are the four F’s?”

  “They’re the first initial of a certain act,” he said, which response earned him another frown of confusion.

  “What acts?”

  “You can’t guess?” When she shook her head after thinking about it for a moment, he gently kissed her on the forehead, whispering that he couldn’t resist the impulse to kiss “that adorable furrow” that wrinkled her brow. He then pulled back with a tender smile and said, “Then let me demonstrate first base for you and see if you can figure out the rest on your own.”

  He tenderly cupped her face in his hand and tilted it up toward him. Leaning down, he licked her lips before his tongue slowly invaded her mouth. Keeping the kiss slow and languorous, he kissed her thoroughly until she was clutching his shoulders and returning his kiss almost desperately.

  He gentled the kiss and slowly pulled away from her. Resting his forehead against hers, he whispered huskily, “That was first base, sweetheart.”

  “First base is kissing?” she asked, incredulous.

  He laughed in response to her tone. “Yep, first base is kissing.”

  “But you said it was also the four F’s. Now I’m even more confused.”

  “Try to figure it out for yourself, honey, ’cause if I tell you, you are going to be really embarrassed at how obvious they are in hindsight. Not that I don’t love the way you blush, but I don’t like embarrassing you.”

  Maggie’s brow furrowed again as she thought, so he gave her a hint. “What’s the name of the kiss we just shared?” he asked.

  She looked at him in confusion, and as he gazed back at her steadily, he couldn’t seem to be able to stop himself from giving her another hint by running his tongue over his lips as he whispered, “A kiss with tongue.”

  Her eyes suddenly cleared up as comprehension dawned on her. “French kissing is first base?” she breathed.

  Nodding his head in agreement, he captured her lips again with his own. This time he didn’t temper his kiss and allowed his hunger for her to shine through. She rewarded him with a show of passion of her own as she just as hungrily matched his kiss. She pressed herself even closer to him and ran her hands urgently through his hair and over his back before she started pulling at his shirt to pull it out of his waistband.

  “Careful, sweetheart, you’re heading for second,” he said with a deep-throated chuckle as he caught her wandering hands in his own.

  “Second?” she breathed in a dazed tone.

  “Second base,” he confirmed. “You were headed that way while I was still enjoying first.”

  “Trying to take off your shirt is second base?” she asked, frowning in confusion again.

  “Shall I demonstrate again?” he asked her solicitously, yet with a lascivious look on his face.

  Breathless from that look and the wicked promise it held, she nodded eagerly as she said, “Yes, please.”

  He took her back in his arms and trailed his lips over her face and neck while he proceeded to run his hands all over her body. Her head fell back as she twined her fingers in his thick blond hair and unconsciously thrust her chest out toward him. With a husky groan, he ran his hands from her shoulders to her arms before he wrapped one arm around her and leaned her back into it while his other hand came up between them and thoroughly fondled her breast.

  With a cry, she arched her back even more to press her breast more fully into his hand. When he started to move his hand away, she gripped it with her own and pressed it firmly to her breast. Still suckling on her neck, he whispered, “What am I doing to you, Maggie?”

  “Turning me on!” she gasped.

  Chuckling, he nibbled on her earlobe and squeezed her breast in his hand before he strummed her nipple with his fingers. “What am I doing?” he repeated.

  “Making me wet. Don’t stop!” she cried as his hand froze upon her breast.

  “Look at me, Maggie,” he said as he raised his face away from her and forced her to look at him while he left his hand was still clutching her breast.

  Maggie swallowed hard and raised her face to his. He caught her slightly glazed gaze with his own, demanding her full attention with that forceful stare. “Now concentrate on my hand,” he instructed her, and then he slowly squeezed her breast. “Concentrate!” he said sharply when her lids started to slide shut in bliss.

  She opened them wide and looked deep into his hazel eyes. “Think of an F word that describes exactly what I am doing to you with my hand,” he instructed her as he slowly squeezed her breast in his hand before he brought his other hand up to grip her other breast.

  “You’re fondling me!” she gasped out. He rewarded her by pinching her nipple before his hands traveled down her body under the blanket and spanned her waist. He then slid them over her hips so that he could lift her lower half off the lounge chair before he slid his hands around and beneath her so that he was grasping her ass in his hands. He turned them onto their sides and continued touching her, one hand trailing over her leg and then traveling back up to her waist, bunching the material of her dress in his hand as he did so while his other hand pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder before brushing along the skin of her arm and back over to her breast.

  “Give me another word to describe what I’m doing,” he instructed her. “I’m not just fondling your breasts, I’m…what?”

  “You’re touching me!” she gasped.

  “Give me an F word to describe what I’m doing. I’m touching your body so I can ‘blank’ it. Fill in the blank, honey.”

  “Fuck!” she gasped.

  He laughed low in his throat. “You’ve skipped ahead to home plate, sweetheart. What am I doing to your body right now? I’m ‘whating’ it?”

  “Touching, stroking, fondling, petting, feeling,” she gasped out.

  He leaned down then and kissed her lightly on the nose as his hands ceased their movements. “Very good, sweetheart. I was feeling your body. Or, to use the cruder term, I ‘felt you up,’” he replied with a smile.

  “Huh?” she asked, dazed.

  “To use the one-word F terms that go along with the bases, first base is Frenching, and second base is feeling. You’ve already guessed what a home run is. So any idea what third base is? I’ll give you a hint, they progress in intensity and each is much more intimate than the last.”

  She bit her lower lip with her teeth as she thought about it while his hands continued to leisurely stroke her. “I would assume that third base would be oral sex, but I can’t figure out an F word to describe that,” she finally confessed.

  He laughed then. “You would think that third base
would be that, wouldn’t you? But you have to remember that the bases are basically teenage boys’ crude way of expressing how far they got with a girl. Should I demonstrate third for you?”

  “Yes, please,” she practically begged and then gasped with pleasure as he placed his hand on her hip and pushed her onto her back before his hand snaked under the waistband of her silk panties and gently stroked her mound before he slowly worked a finger inside her.

  “What am I doing?” he whispered against her ear as he leaned over her. “What part of my body am I using to touch you intimately?”

  “Your finger!” she gasped as she tried to reach for him again.

  He licked the tender flesh on her neck and nibbled on her earlobe before rasping, “To be accurate, and rather crude, I’m fingering you, sweetheart.”

  Maggie gasped and arched her back. “Don’t stop!” she cried and he abandoned the lesson to concentrate on her pleasure. He trailed kisses over her face and neck while he firmly squeezed and stroked her breast with one hand, tugging and pinching her nipple while he delved deep inside her with his other hand, removing his finger only long enough to return with two of them. Maggie clutched at him, returning his kisses just as hungrily while her hands covered his in encouragement as she writhed under his expert touch. Just as she orgasmed, he captured her cries with his mouth and then gentled his touch as she slowly returned to her body.

  As she subsided in his arms, her body still occasionally wracked with sudden shivers, he removed his fingers from her and brought them up to his lips to taste. Moaning, he returned a finger inside her to gather more of her sweet juices and then placed that finger on her lips so that he could coat them with her own moisture. He then leaned down and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss as he ground his erection against her hip.

  Maggie succeeded this time in tugging his shirt clear of his waistband and then tore frantically at the buttons so she could push his shirt down his shoulders and spread the edges wide. She dug her fingers into his broad back and held him close as she kissed him deeply, their tongues twining in a sensuous dance of mutual desire. She then pushed him away from her and sat up.

  Jess was staring at her in a lust-riddled daze, clearly wondering what he had done wrong to cause her to abruptly reject him like that. He looked confused as her hands went behind her back, quietly murmuring his concern that she had hurt her back on the lawn chair. Maggie saw him swallow the sudden lump in his throat when she brought her hands up to the straps of her dress and shrugged out of them, letting the top part of her dress pool in her lap. His face cleared of bewilderment as he seemed to suddenly realize that she had simply freed herself from his embrace long enough to undo the zipper on the back of her dress.

  His eyes roamed hungrily over her, the lush mounds of her bare breasts, firm and high and perky. Before he could reach out to touch them, she lowered herself back into his arms and whispered huskily, “I’ve waited so long to feel your bare chest against mine.”

  Jesse groaned at those words while she relished the sensation of her breasts pressing tightly against his chest. He admitted that he also had been impatient to experience this sensation. He wrapped her tightly in his arms as he kissed her hungrily before allowing his hands to roam over her body again.

  “We’re just going to fool around a little, baby,” he whispered huskily. “I want to touch you everywhere.”

  “Yes, please,” she gasped again as she pushed his shirt down his arms, and he shrugged out of it. He peeled off her panties and allowed her to unbutton and pull down the zipper on his pants but wouldn’t let her push them down his hips.

  “If I take off my pants, then I won’t be able to stop myself from making love to you, Maggie,” he confessed.

  “Don’t you want to make love to me?” she asked, crestfallen.

  “More than anything, but not tonight.”

  “Why not?” she all but whined in frustration.

  “Because no matter what you say or what you do, I’m going to follow your first-date rule.”

  “And if I tell you it’s a silly rule and I didn’t mean it?”

  “Doesn’t matter,” he replied. “Besides, it may seem silly, but we’ve been talking about the bases. Frenching, feeling, fingering, and fucking. And I don’t want you to mistake this for me fucking you. Because I will never fuck you. I will have sex with you, and I will make love to you, but I will never fuck you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  Maggie looked at him wide-eyed, too many emotions roiling through her to sort out.

  “I’ve fucked women in the past,” he continued before she could formulate a response. “But they had been one-night stands I picked up in bars or whatnot, who meant absolutely nothing to me. When you fuck someone, you have no feelings for the person you are with. It is simply a physical act designed to sate your own lust without much regard to, or feelings for, your partner. You, on the other hand, are my girlfriend. I am crazy about you and respect you way too much to ever reduce what we do together to the level of simple fucking. And because we were talking about the four F’s earlier, I don’t want you to misinterpret this in your mind. That all I care about it is scoring a home run. Am I making any kind of sense here?”

  Maggie burst into tears at that declaration from him as she nodded her head. Jesse gathered her into his arms and rocked her as he whispered nonsensical words in an attempt to soothe her.

  “Did I say something wrong?” he asked as she got her crying jag under control.

  “Not wrong,” Maggie demurred. “You said everything right.”

  “You’re not mad at me then?”

  “No. But I am feeling a little frustrated right now,” she admitted.

  “We can fool around some more if you want.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Hey, I’m always up to fooling around with you, Mags.” He grinned as he waggled his brow at her in acknowledgement of his bad pun.

  Maggie laughed and replied, “I’m crazy about you, too, Jess,” and placed her hands on either side of his face to pull him back to her for a tender kiss.

  * * * *

  Maggie fell asleep on the ride home. Reluctant to wake her, he walked over to her side of the car after pulling into the garage and very gently scooped her out. Juggling her gently in his arms, he managed to open the door leading from the garage to the house and then carried her upstairs to tuck her into bed. He very carefully removed her dress and laid it over the back of a chair. He then pulled the sheet over her and placed a tender kiss on her forehead, looking adoringly down upon her, marveling at the treasure that was Maggie. When she had commiserated over his phobia the other day, he had had the reverent thought about what a great mom she would be. When she was sharing her sheer joy over something as innocuous as dinner theater, of all things, he had thought about how refreshing she was. And when she had been writhing in his arms, he had marveled at how sensual she was.

  He quietly walked over to the door and turned the light off before gently closing it behind him and proceeding to his own room, shaking his head in wonder.

  Careful not to wake Alex, he groped his way in the dark to their bathroom, where he stripped off his clothes and brushed his teeth before snagging his pajama bottoms that were hanging up on a wall hook.

  As he slipped into bed, Alex turned over and looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. “It’s after 3:00 a.m.,” Alex remarked. “I wasn’t expecting you to come back in here tonight.”

  “We just got home,” Jess said softly. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “That’s okay. Did you have a good time?”

  “The show was actually pretty good. Maggie fell asleep while we were stargazing, though.”

  “Stargazing?”

  “At Whistler’s Overlook,” Jess clarified.

  “Ahh. It was probably a bad idea to try to squeeze two dates in with her on the same day,” Alex mused.

  “It was her idea, remember? She wanted to get them both behind her.”


  “Still, I kept her out too long, and it cut into your time with her, and she didn’t have time to rest up for your date. I’m sorry. If you want to cancel with me tomorrow, or rather today, to spend more time with her, I’ll understand.”

  “No, it’s all right. I got my quality time in with her. Besides, she’ll probably appreciate having the house to herself so she can sleep in without us disturbing her.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.” Alex paused for a long moment before he admitted. “This feeling sucks. I’m feeling both jealous and guilty right now but also relieved.”

  “Me, too,” Jess also admitted, feeling no need to elaborate further.

  “Do you really think we can both date her without endangering our own relationship?” Alex asked as he rolled over and propped his head on his bent arm so that he could look at his lover.

  “I really hope so,” Jess said.

  Alex sighed before he leaned over and kissed Jess gently on his lips before he lay back down and whispered, “Good night, Jess.”

  “Good night, Alex,” Jess replied as he reached over and brushed his hand gently through Alex’s hair before turning on his side, consumed by guilt for the very first time over spending time with a woman.

  Chapter 12

  When Maggie woke up, it was just past noon. Groaning, she rolled over onto her back while she tried to clear the cobwebs from her mind. She then sat up and threw her legs over the edge of the bed. As the sheet fell away from her body, she looked down to see that she was naked. Glancing around, she looked around her room and saw her dress lying over the back of a chair. Not remembering how it got there, she stood up and let out a loud groan as her muscles protested the movement. Carefully walking, or more accurately, hobbling, into the bathroom, she ran hot water in the tub and dumped in some Epsom salts before she used the toilet and brushed her teeth. She then gingerly climbed into the half-filled tub, laid her head back on the bathtub pillow, and closed her eyes while she soaked her sore muscles.