Raw

by Simone Sowood

  She lets her bra fall to the floor, and I can’t help but smile at her perfect tits — my perfect tits. My dick swells.

  While she takes off the rest of her clothes, I pull mine off. Once we’re both naked, I pull her against me and close my eyes at the skin-on-skin contact. I push my fingers through her hair and bring her lips to mine.

  Our kiss becomes frantic, my cock now rock hard with anticipation.

  Avery wiggles out of my hold and drops to her knees. I struggle to suppress a groan, knowing we have to be quiet. But fuck me, this is too good.

  She licks up and around my shaft, and I’m unable to take my eyes off her. Squinting in the dim light, I can make out her full lips as they take me into her mouth.

  Bobbing her head, my shaft runs back and forth over her prodding tongue. I have to grab her head to compensate for the intensity. When I think things can’t get better, Avery angles her head up and the next thing I know, my cock is halfway down her throat.

  I can’t stop my hips from thrusting, and shivers pulse through my body. This is fucking crazy. My balls tighten, and I grip her head and try to pull her off me, but she clamps her hands onto my legs and sucks harder, holding me in her.

  As much as I love this, and I really fucking love this, it’s not what I want tonight. I bend and hook my arms under hers, pulling her off me and onto the bed. I want to take my time with her.

  My hand finds her mound, and I push my fingers through her folds and into her entrance. Her pussy is dripping fucking wet, and my fingers glide easily against her, pushing on the spot I know drives her wild.

  Avery’s breathing gets heavier by the second, and she moans. I yank my hand away and lightly slap the side of her hip and rest my hand over her mound.

  I lean over her and whisper, “Quiet.”

  She opens her mouth to respond, but I shush her.

  Lying alongside her, I take her clit between my fingers and roll them around it.

  In a low voice, I say, “You have to be quiet.”

  Her breath is fast and ragged, and she rocks her hips as my fingers move. I let go of her clit, and push two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. I want to taste her so fucking bad, but don’t trust her to be quiet.

  I pump my fingers in her until her legs are bending and flopping around and she’s gasping for air. My cock strains against her side, and I can’t hold off any longer.

  After taking my fingers away, I move on top of her and push my cock straight in her.

  Avery lets out a quiet moan as I move deeper into her. I shush her again, and she bites her lip.

  As my hips move, my mind races with all the things we’ve said and done. With the idea of having Avery at my side as Piper grows. And of having her here with me when Piper’s grown up and moves out.

  Most of all, it screams at me for almost pushing her away. With almost losing the most amazing woman ever, just because I was too fucking stupid to see what was in front of me.

  Heat races through my veins, and the growing tingles in my cock block out my ability to think. I thrust harder and faster.

  With my lips to Avery’s ear, I say, “Come for me, baby. Come for the man who loves you.”

  She gasps and convulses underneath me, but she’s quiet. Which means I’ll have her in my bed every fucking night this summer. Even if Piper is home.

  My hips move faster and faster, and my balls draw tight against me. Finally I can deny myself no longer, and my dick erupts, sending enormous shudders up and down my back.

  Out of breath, I lean down and brush my lips against hers, the full lips that first made me want her.

  “I love you too,” Avery says.

  They’re words I never thought anyone other than Piper would ever say to me. Words I never thought I’d ever want nor need anyone other than Piper to say to me. But in reality, they’re three words that fill me, calm me, and make me know my life can be more than what it was.

  After a quick kiss, I pull out and lie on my side, rolling her onto her side and pulling against me, not caring about the cum leaking from her. All I care about is having her in my arms, always.

  The sound of Avery’s breath lulls me to sleep.

  In the morning, I wake up and feel the most refreshed I’ve ever felt in the morning. Avery is still lying tight against me, exactly where she should be.

  A door bangs shut, and a moment later Piper thumps down the stairs. I should talk to her.

  Avery is still asleep as I slip out of bed and pull on boxers, shorts and a T-shirt. I make my way to the kitchen, where Piper is eating a bowl of cereal.

  “Have a good sleep?” I ask.

  “Same as always.”

  Without even making a coffee, I sit at the table.

  “Can I talk to you about Avery?”

  Piper shrugs, and says, “Sure.”

  “What do you think about me dating her?”

  “It’s great. She’s so awesome, and it’s so nice to have her around to talk to.”

  “So it doesn’t bother you?”

  “Why would it? It’s about time you had a girlfriend, I never understood why you didn’t date.”

  “I was busy with you.”

  “So what? Lots of my friends have divorced parents, and they all date. I was worried no one liked you.”

  “Hardly,” I laugh, “I was the one who didn’t like any of them.”

  “Until Avery moved here.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I’m really glad she moved to town. And it wouldn’t bother me if the wiring in her house never gets fixed.” Piper takes a mouthful of cereal and chews with a big grin as my mouth hangs open at her comment.

  I get up and set up the coffee maker. As I move around the kitchen, I realize how loose my shoulders feel, and how light I feel all over. With Piper’s official approval, every last thing has fit into place.

  “Got a cup for me?” Avery asks as she enters the room, a big smile on her full lips.

  “Morning, Avery,” Piper says.

  “Good morning. Sleep well?” Avery says, and sits at the table with Piper.

  While I make the coffee, the two of them talk. My back is to them, and I half listen to their conversation and half wonder how there’s always so much for them to talk about. The two of them are amazing. I’m the luckiest fucking man on the planet.

  Epilogue (Avery)

  One year later

  “Okay everyone, I know you’ve all been waiting for this day,” I say into the webcam. “So here it is, my first video in my new bedroom. Except as you all know, it isn’t just my bedroom, it’s also The Unicorn’s bedroom.”

  It isn’t really our bedroom, it’s our new fake bedroom. Since the day Nathan freaked out on my lawn, I’ve stayed in Knox’s real bedroom every night. He asked me to officially move in about four months ago.

  Nathan hasn’t attempted any contact with me since, but word on the street is that he found a new girlfriend, one just as boring as him. Which is great, I’m glad they found each other. If nothing else, it keeps him out of my life.

  “Over here is his closet,” I say, pointing the webcam to a fake closet with some of his old clothes hanging in it.

  I moved in, of course, but I couldn’t do anything with my house, like rent it out or sell it, because of my fake bedroom. All we could do was have lots of sex in it. But it’s hardly sensible to keep paying a mortgage for that.

  We couldn’t set up a fake bedroom in Knox’s house because of Piper. So, after I officially agreed to move in, Knox built an extension on his garage. It takes up more of the backyard, but I now have my fake bedroom-office in a room at the back of the garage.

  A windowless room, so Piper can’t look in, but Knox put in skylights so it’s nice and bright for filming.

  Piper thinks it’s a storeroom. And she thinks I’m taking a very, very long time to finish my novel.

  “And over here is the bed. You can see it’s my old bed, I love the headboard far too much to leave it behind at my old place.”


  Especially when he drapes me over it to lick my pussy.

  It might be the same headboard, but Knox put in a really good mattress. And with him working in the next room all day, it’s going to get a lot of use. Because in the daytime, when Piper’s out, I get to yell his name as loud as I want.

  I’m careful not to show them the back wall with the shelves stacked with the products I promote, or the other closet that’s jam packed with lingerie I’m sent to promote.

  My embarrassing plea to Knox video went viral, and I got my target of ten million subscribers within days. I swear the whole nation saw it, but, miraculously, somehow this corner of Ohio missed it and no one in town knows what I do. Including Piper.

  But as a result, I have triple the products to pimp as I did before. And my income has shot up as a result.

  Darla is jealous of my new studio, especially since, and I quote “Your perfect specimen of a man built it with his own two fucking hands.”

  She’s doing okay, her vlog hasn’t taken off like mine but she’s increasing her numbers daily. Along with the number of men in her life. She decided one man at a time wasn’t enough to please her in the bedroom and now exclusively engages in sex with two or more guys at a time.

  Young, old, she’s not discerning, as long as there’s at least two cocks in the room. Knox and I nearly died laughing when we found out one of those men is often Marcus.

  After it came out, Marcus confessed to Knox that he couldn’t get enough of her. He drives the hour to her place just for a booty call.

  “Anyway, enough of the tour, I want to move on to today’s topic. It’s something you’re going to be hearing a lot about and I’m sure it’s something many of you struggle with. How to have good sex when you’re pregnant.”

  “Let’s start with the early stages, as in, the stage I’m in now.” I pause to let my viewers digest the news.

  It was no accident. The reason Knox officially asked me to move in, was because he decided with Piper in high school, and therefore practically all grown up, he decided he wanted another child.

  Which sounded perfect to me. Playing mother to Piper flipped a maternal switch in me, and the thought of a baby in my arms was ideal. Plus I already know ahead of time what an amazing father he is. I have far too many friends whose husbands turned out to offer no support, other than playing sports with the kids and showing them age-inappropriate movies.

  We made an appointment to have my IUD removed the very next day.

  I carry on talking, “When your boobs are so tender and you want to smack your man if he goes anywhere near them.”

  I certainly wanted to hit Knox hard last night when he put his hand anywhere near my breasts. I’d read they’d be tender at first, but holy hell, tender doesn’t begin to describe it. Of course Knox isn’t complaining, as they’ve gone up a cup size already and it’s only early days.

  Piper is ecstatic to become a big sister. Now her would you rather questions are all on girl versus boy. “Would you rather have a baby who pees straight up in the air when you change him or one who takes forever to clean up after she poops?” Or “Would you rather have a baby who gets to wear cute dresses, or who you can dress up in a mini tuxedo?”

  She’s already promised to do all the free babysitting we want. I wonder if she’ll start asking questions if we get her to babysit while we go into the garage for an hour or two.

  High school has been great for her, since she was already so grown up going in. The transition to her new school went super smoothly, and she’s joined the debating club. She’s made lots of new friends, though she hasn’t brought any boys home yet. Knox would probably implode, but I’m here to back her up.

  We haven’t heard anything more from her biological mother. Piper’s decided she doesn’t want anything to do with her, and that she doesn’t need her since she has me now.

  The door opens, and Knox asks, “Ready?”

  I spin the webcam around and bring Knox into the frame. “Here he is now everyone, meet The Unicorn.”

  Knox scowls at the lens.

  “Let’s do that again, can you smile this time?”

  He flashes a big smile for me, and it lights up his whole, gorgeous face. No matter how many times I see it, it still melts my panties. My viewers are going to die when they see him. They’ll probably demand I put him in every video.

  “Okay,” I say and stop recording. I’ll piece it all together in the edit.

  “Come on.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Knox holds open the door of his Thunderbird, and I climb in. He gets in the driver’s side, put the key in the ignition and turns it. But not enough to turn the engine over, just enough to turn the radio on.

  “I put this radio in just for you.” He takes my phone and fiddles with the Bluetooth settings until my phone connects to the speakers.

  “What happened to being true to the era?” He’s always so particular about restoring his cars.

  He doesn’t say anything, but scrolls through my playlists until he find the Red Hot Chili Peppers and starts my playlist. “Take Me to the Other Side” starts playing.

  “I figured this would be worth it. Because you know, this is the song where I first realized you were different.”

  My brow creases but I don’t say anything. He takes my hand in his. Our eyes connect, sending a now familiar feeling of warmth through me, but also a shock of electricity that makes me shiver.

  Knox lifts his hand, and brushes his calloused finger down my cheek.

  “This seemed like a good idea at the time.” He takes something from his pocket and holds it in his fingers, his hand between us.

  “Marry me, Avery. I picked out a vintage ring for you, but we can change it if you don’t like it.”

  The ring is beautiful, with a cluster of diamonds on a white gold band. It matches the car, Knox, and I love it.

  I swallow hard and tears prick the corners of my eyes. Flinging my arms around him, I whisper into his ear say, “Yes! A million times yes! And I love the ring.”

  Knox pulls his lips to mine, and we sit in the front seat of his Thunderbird, necking.

  Carnal

  I don’t know what made me go to him that night.

  Steel, the pierced drifter with the neck tattoo.

  Mostly I wanted to hurt my reputation.

  He could take my virginity and I’d go home, ruined.

  I never thought he’d say no.

  *** A steamy STAND-ALONE contemporary romance with a smoking hot alpha. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***

  Ride to Live, Live to Ride

  (Steel)

  “Cocksucker, watch what you’re doing!” Whiskey yells, snapping his hand away from the Ferris wheel car and shaking it.

  “Kill it, Whiskey,” I say. “I know what the fuck I’m doing better than anyone here. Pay attention, you might learn something.” I’ve spent ten years in the carnival, there’s nothing I don’t know better than everyone else here.

  “If you know what you’re doing, why’d you push it when my finger was still in the slots?” Whiskey says, pushing his long hair away from his eyes.

  “Shithead, even greenies know not to stick their finger in the slots. That is what a screwdriver’s for.” I grunt as I adjust the hundred-pound pig iron in my hands.

  “What’s the matter, Steel? Whiskey high already?” Razor asks from the other side of the half-assembled Ferris wheel. He’s my closest buddy. He’s like a brother, but I don’t even know his real name. When you join the carnival, real names are left at the gate.

  “Shit, seriously? I thought you were just hungover like the rest of us. This ride’s a bitch to put up. What the fuck are you doing spliffing up before we get it together?” I say, dropping the heavy piece of metal. I wipe my sweaty forehead, getting a whiff of the diesel and grease on my hands.

  “Whiskey, you better not let Papa Smurf find out you’re working fucked up.
He’ll slough your ass so fast you’ll be stuck in this town begging for bus fare,” Razor says, walking over to us. His short brown hair is soaked in sweat from busting his ass all morning.

  “Like I’m supposed to believe you two fuckups never do?” Whiskey says, his bloodshot eyes moving between Razor and me.

  “Not in the morning,” I say.

  Razor laughs. “At least not on mornings we’re working.”

  “You guys are full of shit,” Whiskey says.

  “Go get Zombie, I’ve had enough of you today,” I say, shoving Whiskey’s shoulder and sending him scrambling.

  “Fuck you, man.” Whiskey collects himself and saunters away. He’s so stoned, it’d be faster for me to walk to the bunkhouse and back several times.

  “Come on, Razor, work with me. I want time to shower before it’s beer o’clock.”

  Razor and I get on with our work. I’m surprised how fast Zombie appears, and after busting our balls for eight hours, we finish assembling the wheel.

  “Safety check,” I say. As if.

  I hook my hand around the outer frame and hop up, landing with my feet on the radial strut. Like a monkey, I make my way up the side of the wheel, stopping at various points to examine the lights.

  When I’m near the top, I swing myself into the red car. Sitting, I pull off my sweaty Metallica T-shirt and use it to dry my face before letting it drop to the ground. It feels good to sit down for the first time since breakfast.

  It’s great up here. I can see all over this shitty little town. I don’t even know what it’s called. I don’t care about nothing, and number one on the list of things I don’t care about is the name of the town we’re in.

  The Golden Arches tower over the place. It’s not quite a one-light town, but close.

  Most of the houses are average, full of average rubes with average lives. Lives full of nine to five, bills and debt collectors. Fuck that shit, I need my freedom.