Unwell (The Un Series Book 1)

by Robin Laine

  “What? Did you just ask my vagina if it loves you too?” I want to laugh at this, but fuck, it feels too good with his breath and lips moving against me.

  “Azley, when my face is between your legs, this is my pussy. And yes, I did ask it that. Now be quiet, we’re having a private conversation.” I stifle a giggle as he continues talking in a lower voice, “Don’t mind her, Azley’s pussy, she’s still catching up. I just wanted you to know I love you, too.”

  After a few more swirls of his tongue around my clit, he thrusts two fingers inside of me, stroking my walls and hitting just the right spot to start tilting me over the edge. He presses his tongue flat against my clit and I let loose a loud moan as I start to clench around his fingers. Evan sucks my clit into his mouth, humming, and at the same time removes his fingers so he can smack my ass. The double sensation sends my body spiraling out of control. He continues to lap and suck as my orgasm hits with a vengeance, waves of elation crashing through me, consuming me. I’m seeing stars, and I’m incoherent to all other sights and sounds. I think I scream out Evan’s name, or God’s, or both; I’m not entirely sure.

  I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, and before my orgasm has even finished, he thrusts his dick in me and pulls my hips back so that he’s buried to the hilt. He stills as he lets my clenching walls grip him. “Fucking perfect,” he murmurs. He leans over me as his hands roam from my hips, up along my sides, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other around my chest. Then his warm breath feathers across my neck before he nips my earlobe. “Should I go soft and slow,” he slowly pulls his dick out and pushes it back in at a leisurely pace, “or hard and fast?” He squeezes the breast he’s been holding on to as he pulls out once again before slamming back into me.

  “Don’t you dare give me soft, Evan,” I respond with a gasp. “Fuck me hard. Fuck me so hard that I will be able to feel you inside me for days.” He thrusts into me so hard, I slide across the sheets. I reach my hand out, grabbing the headboard, and push back against him. The pleasure pain of it shoots through me like a lightning bolt and I cry out his name. He begins a slow methodical pace, and there’s nothing soft about it. It’s punishing; my body being ravaged by Evan in the most beautiful way.

  With his arms still wrapped around me, he pulls me up as he sits back on his calves. Now he’s even deeper inside me, completely shattering the existence of the men before him. He buries his face in my neck, nipping and licking it as he plays with my nipples and continues to thrust into me. His voice is raw with need when he tells me, “Touch yourself for me, Azley. I need to come, but I want to do it with you. God, I love your pussy; so, fucking, tight, so sweet. Milk my cock, Sugar.”

  God, I love it when he calls me that. It’s sweet and possessive at the same time. He continues whispering dirty words in my ear; talking to me like I’m a special little treat meant only for him to savor. I slide my hand slowly down my stomach, and rub my clit. My breathing becomes erratic as my orgasm builds. I know Evan can feel it as his movements speed up, rocking his hips to thrust deep inside me.

  “Evan,” I whimper his name when he bites at the curve of my neck and pinches my nipples. My pussy clenches around his dick so tight as the orgasm spirals through me, it hits me with such a force I black out for a moment.

  I come to my senses face down on the pillow with Evan lying on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat. He’s breathing heavy into my hair, matching my own sporadic breaths. My heart is pumping wildly, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to move for weeks. He pulls my hair to the side and presses a kiss to the back of my neck before pulling out and I wince from the sting. I watch him pull the condom off as he makes his way into the bathroom. When he comes back, he has a washcloth in hand and gently wipes it between my legs before tossing it into the bathroom. He climbs back onto the bed behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull my back flush against his chest. He grabs the sheet, covering us, and I snuggle back into his embrace.

  “Did I hurt you?” His voice is full of concern, so I quickly reassure him.

  “Not in a bad way. Trust me; it was very much a good kind of pain.” Three; I can’t believe he gave me three orgasms. I usually consider myself lucky if I get one from a guy before he jackhammers into me, racing for his own release with little regard to my needs.

  “Do you understand now just how much I love you? How much I need you in my life? Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from you. I’m not letting you go, Azley, and I’ll be damned if you try letting me go. I won’t allow it. No more pushing me away.” He places a soft, lingering kiss at the base of my neck.

  I love hearing those words from him, but I can’t help the remaining bit of insecurity trying to sneak its way back into my head. “Are you sure about that? Do you even realize what you’re getting yourself into, Evan? I’m a package deal. Love me, love my son.”

  “Sugar, I know exactly what I’m getting into with you, because I know you. I know that when you’re stressed you dig at your cuticles. I know that you tell self-deprecating jokes when you’re nervous. I know that you are a horrible singer, and you know it too, but you don’t let that stop you from singing at the top of your lungs when one of your favorite songs is playing. I know when you call me in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep, and just want to hear my voice on the voicemail message. Did you really think I started answering because I was actually awake? Mostly, I know that you would do, and have done, anything to make Tyler’s world the best you possibly can. I love that little boy just as much as I love you. He is the very breath of your soul, and your soul is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

  I turn in Evan’s arms, gripping him tight around the neck, “I’m not going to wake in the morning and find you gone again, am I?” I can’t stop the tears coursing down my cheeks. This man, this wonderful, sweet talking, swoon worthy man loves me and my son. My heart feels as though it’s about to burst from my chest, it’s swelled so much from the love I feel for him.

  He whispers soothing words in my ear as he wraps his arms tighter around me. Not letting me go. “Wild horses, Azley. Wild fucking horses.”

  Chapter 15

  Azley

  We wake up Sunday morning tangled up in each other. Breath to breath, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. I snuggle in closer, because this feeling I have right now is pure heaven. Laying in a cocoon of Evan’s arms makes me feel safer than I ever have before in my life. I’m not feeling any pain this morning, which is a miracle and a blessing. I don’t want to leave this bed.

  After a few long moments, Evan climbs out of the bed to use the bathroom. When he returns to my room, he lays down on the bed behind me, pulling the covers over our bodies before wrapping me back up in his arms. “I want you to do something for me,” he whispers into my hair.

  “What’s that? Make you breakfast? I make a mean bowl of cereal.” I giggle when he pinches my ass.

  “I’m being serious here. I’d like you to show me what you do. If that’s possible.”

  I think about what he’s asking of me. We talked extensively last night about my job. Evan admitted he should have questioned further about how I came to teaching women how to pole dance when I first told him, but he figured I got into it from taking classes myself. He wanted to know why I never offered up that explanation in the first place. I told him my past was my past. I don’t do that line of work anymore, so it didn’t matter in my eyes that I came to teaching it because I had done it myself. I also didn’t want him to think differently about me. Not because of shame, but because of the stigma these women get for doing it in the first place. “I can do that, after I drop Tyler off with my mom today. The studio is closed on Sunday, so we’ll have privacy.”

  “What time do you have to drop off Tyler?” he asks as he pulls me closer.

  Just as I’m about to answer, my bedroom door opens and my little man comes walking over to my side of the bed. I guess Evan forgot to lock the door when he came back from the bathroom. His eyes ar
e still sleepy, so I know he doesn’t see Evan. He climbs up onto the bed, prepared to snuggle into my side as Evan pulls the covers up further to hide our nakedness. With a small sigh, Tyler slides up next to me, eyes closed, and goes back to sleep. He’s completely unaware of what he walked in on, and I can’t help but giggle at it quietly. I look over my shoulder at Evan to see a big grin on his face as he shakes his head.

  “How about I go whip us up some breakfast?” He whispers so he doesn’t wake Tyler. Without waiting for a response, he places a tender kiss to my forehead then stands from my bed. His hair is perfectly mussed from hands grasping and pulling from the night before, falling down over his beautiful eyes. I stare at his naked ass, in awe of how tight his muscles are, as he bends to pull on his boxer briefs. His back, taut and tanned from the Arizona sun, is a pure work of art as they stretch and flex when he pulls his t-shirt over his head. I’m rewarded with his sexy smirk and a wink when he turns to find me ogling him shamelessly.

  Once Evan has left my room, I slowly climb out of bed to grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt to throw on. I sit on the edge of the bed and rub Tyler’s little arm. He slowly opens his eyes, blinking the sleep away. “Morning little bug. Are you hungry?”

  “Mawning Momma.” He wraps his arms around my neck and I give him a quick kiss on his chubby cheek. We climb out of bed, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, we make our way to the kitchen. The smell of coffee hits my nose first. I never set the machine up last night, so I’m eternally grateful my man made a pot. He knows I can’t start my day without it. When Tyler sees Evan, he lets out a squeal. Evan kneels down as he runs to him, catching him in his arms as he’s plowed in the chest by a 28-pound excited boy. “Evan, you heaw!”

  “Yep, I sure am. You ready for some pancakes? I’m making them special, just for you and your momma.” He carries Tyler over to the table, strapping him into his booster seat as I pull plates down from the cabinet and set them on the counter next to the stove. Evan comes back over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist while I fix us both cups of coffee.

  “You put the creamer in first? I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”

  “Mmhm, of course I do. Saves having to dirty a spoon mixing it. Comes out perfect.” I lean up to kiss his jaw as I hand him his cup. I lean against the counter, sipping from my cup as I watch him mix the pancake batter, then use my ice cream scoop to pour the batter onto the griddle. He makes smaller sized pancakes for Tyler first, flipping them onto a plate before handing it to me. I quickly butter them and pour on syrup as he loads the griddle with more batter. I cut them into bite sized pieces before taking them to Tyler. I don’t bother giving him a fork because I know he’ll just use his fingers to eat anyway.

  “So, you never answered my question. What time are we dropping off the bug with your mom?” Evan asks me as he slides pancakes on to our plates. I look at the clock on the wall before grabbing the plates and head over to the table.

  “In another hour. She’s taking him to the zoo, so we’ll have a few hours before she brings him back home. We can head to the studio right after we drop him off.” I smile to myself at the use of ‘we’. It feels surreal and natural all at the same time. I like it, and hope to be using it for a long time. I’ve never felt so complete with someone. Even when I was with Eric; that had felt right but I never had this feeling of completeness.

  I get Tyler washed up once we finish breakfast. His face and hands are sticky with syrup, requiring a thorough scrubbing. He squirms as I wipe at his face, trying to push the rag away. “Okay big guy, you ready to go to grandma’s?”

  “Yes, gamma, gamma, gamma! I love gamma house.”

  I can’t help but laugh at his excitement, “Yes, I know you love her house. Up and at ‘em, let’s go!”

  ***

  I unlock the back door to the studio, flipping on the light to the pole room as I enter it. I bring one of the folding chairs we use for the lap dance routines to the middle of the room, placing it about four feet away from the pole I’ll be using. I look over my shoulder at Evan. He’s standing in the doorway to my room, leaning his right shoulder against the jam, hands in his pockets. I crook my finger, beckoning him over to me. “Sit here, please, and remember, no touching.”

  After I have him situated, I head to the bathroom to change into a red, two-piece dance outfit. The bottoms only cover the top half of my ass, and the top is a vest that leaves the stomach bare and has a heart shape cut out in the back. I forgo the usual nude tights I wear and pull on a pair of thigh high black fishnet stockings. I finish off the outfit with shiny, cherry red stripper heels, a black bowtie secured around my neck with Velcro, and a black fedora pulled low over my forehead. Now changed, I walk over to the stereo, hook up my phone and cue up the song, You Can Leave Your Hat On. The song is set on a ten second delay before it starts, so I have time to walk over to the pole Evan is sitting in front of.

  Once the intro begins I place my right hand high on the pole, walking around it twice before hooking my right foot around the pole to swing around it. I set my feet on the floor, my back to the pole, and slide down until my knees are bent and I’m in a sitting position. Evan’s eyes flash as my hands slowly slide down the pole, caressing over my neck, my breasts, my stomach, before smoothing over my thighs to my knees. His eyes follow their path, roaming over my body as my hands do the same. He lets out a low groan as I quickly pull my knees apart, flashing him, before closing them once again.

  The music is pumping through my veins as I slide back up the pole to stand. Spinning around to face it, placing my feet far enough apart to bend over and shake my ass before rising to stand so I can climb up the pole. I lift both legs up and invert myself, raising my legs up to form a V, I spin once again back down to the floor and drop my legs to land on the floor in splits. I keep my eyes on Evan the entire time. His chest is heaving, breathing ragged. I continue my routine, using the pole for various spins and moves while teasing him with flashes of flesh. I yank the bowtie off, tossing it to land on his lap.

  I ditch the rest of my usual routine, drop to the floor, and slowly crawl across the floor towards him. Using his legs to lift myself up, I walk around him to the back of the chair, dragging my right hand over his right shoulder. He shudders slightly as my fingers graze the back of his neck when I spin to place my back against the back of the chair, swiveling my hips as I dip down then stand again. I spin once more and face his left side, dipping down again before raising my ass in the air and leaning in to nip at his jaw.

  When I place my knees atop his, he grabs my rotating hips. Pushing his hands away and wagging my finger in a no gesture, I drop my feet to the floor to straddle him then grind my ass seductively, slowly, over his hardening cock. Ripping my vest open, I lean in to grab the back of his head, my exposed breasts a breath away from his face. His jaw is tight, the muscles in his arms strained, barely contained and pulsing from wanting to touch me but holding back. The growl that comes from deep in his chest is so erotic, so empowering as I lift my legs to rest on his shoulders. I lean my body backwards, placing my hands on the floor for support, before lifting my legs in a V in front of his face.

  The next thing I know, I’m being lifted, crushed against Evan’s chest. His eyes are blazing, the pupils dilated with lust and hunger. “Tell me you didn’t fucking dance like that for my brother!” he demands.

  “Never. I didn’t do lap dances,” I whisper. “I just couldn’t resist doing it for you. You were my first. My last.”

  Evan crushes his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss. He’s devouring my mouth, his tongue sweeping passed my lips and tangling with mine. My hands find their way into his hair, pulling him even closer. It’s filled with so much passion, I fear I’ll drown in it. All too quickly, he pulls away, laying his forehead against mine. “One more dance, you and me, together,” he whispers on a ragged breath. All I can do is nod my head, my thoughts and feelings out of control.

  He lifts me at the waist, placing me on my feet. I st
umble a bit, grabbing his arms to steady myself. I watch as he fiddles with my phone, looking for whichever song he wants to dance to. I slip my heels off and toss them to the doorway as Evan stalks back towards me. The fire in his eyes sets my skin ablaze. All it will take is one touch and I’ll combust into a pile of ashes. As the song starts, I recognize it right away; Wanna Be That Song. I melt into Evan’s arms when he reaches me, wrapping me up in a cocoon of his warmth. He grabs my right hand as he winds his left arm around my back. I’m lead around the room in a simple two step. The song is slow, intimate. Evan pulls me in close, and I rest my head on his shoulder as we glide around the dance floor. I can hear him singing softly in my ear and it sends shivers down my spine and tears threaten to spill over my cheeks. Every now and then, he leads me into spins only to pull me back flush against the hard plane of his chest. When the song reaches the crescendo, Evan lifts me at my waist, spinning us around with my right leg extended at his hip and my left tucked under me. He places me back down on my feet after three turns, sliding me slowly down his body.

  Once the song has ended, Evan places a finger under my chin and lifts it so he can look at my face. He studies it, looking for what, I’m not sure, but when I smile at him the brightest grin I’ve ever seen graces his lips. One of his thumbs rubs away a stray tear tenderly from my cheek.

  “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now. Right here, in front of these mirrors. I love you, Azley. I know words aren’t near enough, so I’m going to show you just how much I love you tonight when we continue this dance between the sheets. If you still have any doubts about my love for you, I’ll be fucking those right out of that beautiful head of yours. First though, I’m taking you and Tyler out to dinner tonight. Is that alright?”

  My heart fills even more for this man. I don’t know what I did to deserve for God to send me this wonderful, gorgeous man, but I’m not going to question it. I just nod in answer.