Zane 2 (Pleasure Extraordinaire: Part 2)

by Liv Bennett

  “You can say that!” Zane winces as he carries the fully loaded diaper to the trash can.

  Being a mother and a wife simultaneously is definitely a challenge for the most part, but I wouldn’t change my kids and my husband for the world.

  The two-minute quickie in the bathroom doesn’t come without consequences, and I end up getting knocked up once again.

  Now there’s no stopping Zane from his endless bragging about his manhood.

  Our third son, Marc, is born exactly nine months and twenty days after his older brother, Andrew’s birth.

  Life is unpredictable like that. I had to love Zane from afar for year after year, but now I can’t seem to stop growing our not-so-little-anymore family.

  Brad, the ex-director of Frat House, surprises us in the hospital with balloons and flowers. He apologizes for his rudeness while he was on the Frat House team and admits to being the guy behind the whole sex scandal. He’s smart enough to come clean on a day Zane can’t possibly nurture even a drop of anger.

  Through Carl, we continue our search for Beverly, but after half a year of intensive search, we give up. Then, years later, I read in the papers about her death in a car accident. Her funeral is the only time I see Ben, Preston’s biological father, and he pretends not to know me, despite the clear sign of shock on his face as I stand next to him in the graveyard. His music career never takes off, but Zane paid him enough money to live on without having to work. He has never, not even once, come to see his son.

  Zane is incredibly good with the boys and an intuitive father and he is particularly close to Preston, although he’s not our biological son. We decide to keep the truth about Preston’s biological father until he turns twenty-one, because Zane doesn’t want anything to come between our sons, as it happened with Ace and him.

  The last addition to our family comes five years later, when we start getting baby blues after our youngest starts kindergarten. Yep, another boy! We’re now the proud parents of four healthy, mud-loving, bike-riding, unstoppable handsome boys. If they’re anything like their father, I predict a lot of heartaches for girls in the future.

  After becoming a father to Preston, Zane sees his past mistakes in treating Ace so unfairly. Over the years, both Zane and Ace become very close with an unbreakable bond. It also helps that Ace and Lindsay have three girls to our four boys. We need some feminine energy in our overly masculine home. The weekend barbecues and sleepovers with the cousins become a tradition for us.

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  EPILOGUE

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  “What is all this about, baby? Why is my beautiful bride sulking like a kindergartner?” Zane places the tray of dishes on the garden table and reaches for the curtain of hair falling to the side of my face.

  My eyes locked on my boys jumping up and down around the water sprinkler, I start setting the table, though not feeling in the mood for eating after the heartbreaking nightmare from last night. “I fear all this will vanish and I’ll grow old all by myself, lonely, without you, without our kids.”

  He tugs at my arm and pulls me into a hug, looking down at me with love shimmering his eyes. “Believe me, you’re not the only one with fears. I get nightmares about waking up one day and not finding you next to me. Or, that you’ll realize what a grave mistake you made by marrying me, an ex-gigolo and womanizer.”

  I roll my eyes. “That’s impossible. I might leave you for a variety of reasons, but believe me, your past isn’t one of them.”

  “Should I ask what reasons?”

  I give my head a little shake, feeling too afraid to even voice my deepest fears.

  “I’ll be disappointed if one of your fears includes me being with another woman.”

  A lump forms in my throat for having allowed such fears to root in my heart when he’s promised—over and over— that he’s never going to leave me. Neither for another woman nor for anything else.

  “I’m sorry.” My lips tremble.

  He reaches up and holds my chin between two fingers, frowning at me with a playful glare. “I’ll let it pass this time, but I won’t be that forgiving next time.”

  I smile at his fake anger. “I’m glad I’m not the only one living in fear.”

  “We should do something about our fears, don’t you think?”

  “What do you suggest?” I ask.

  “Since we promised we’d be each other’s last as long as we both live, anything happens that separates us will be beyond our control.”

  I nod, not wanting to even think about those events that might come between us.

  “So, let’s just enjoy our happiness now that we have it, and deal with the stormy days when we have them.” He pauses briefly. “But, believe me, I have a feeling, we’re done with stormy days. All we’ll have the rest of our lives is sunshine and flowers and the joyful laughter of our sons.”

  “I wholeheartedly hope so.”

  I still fear one day I’ll wake up to find everything to be a dream, but each time Zane sneaks his hand over my breasts beneath the bed covers and whispers, “Good morning, beautiful,” into my ear and pushes his morning wood against my buttocks, I let out a breath of relief and start my day with loving my husband.

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  THE END

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  Michael Hawkins is mature, rich, and drop-dead sexy. He is also gay. And, for some strange reason, he wants me to be his pretend girlfriend in exchange for a big sum of money.

  He has one condition, though: I cannot get close to a man, or be seen with one during the one year I'm contracted with him. I thought it'd be a piece of cake, until I meet his two grown-up, gloriously handsome sons, who won't take no for an answer, including from me.

  I'll not fall for their cheap tricks even if it means I have to close my eyes each time I see them. And each time I close my eyes, I imagine their naked bodies doing sinful acts on mine. God help me before my physical urges get the best of me, and the contract blows up in my face.

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  He loves me and hurts me. The more intense his possessiveness becomes, the deeper the scars he leaves. And, I take in everything; the good and the bad, the love and the jealousy...until I can't do anymore.

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  Our love is blinding, tainted, intense.

  Our love is punishing, broken, not meant to last.

  It is beautiful, deep and adorned with can't live without you's, don't leave me's.

  And sorrows and imperfections.

  Yet if I had to start all over again, I'd choose you...always you.

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  BLINDING LOVE by Liv Bennett

  CH 1

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  I turn off the water, step out of the shower, and wrap a towel around my chest. The front door slams, startling me, also making my sex clench.

  He’s home.

  My heart drums as I hurry to comb my tangled, blonde hair, ignoring the water dripping down my skin all around. It doesn’t matter if I’m all soaked in water, but I can’t look ugly. I’m not allowed. Not if I want to continue living in the four walls that I call home, and definitely not if I want to keep him coming to me.

  Matt Parker is my hu
sband of eight years, yet I can’t get too comfortable in our relationship, never raise my voice in an argument, or ever deny him sex except for sickness or menstruation. Those were his conditions when he proposed to me. He said he loved me, and I’m sure he still does, but as he kneeled before me in the restaurant with the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen in my twenty-year-long life, he also told me the ring and the life he’d provide for me wouldn’t be without rules, and recited to me what he expected from me as his wife.

  His wife. I was so dazzled by those two magical words that I didn’t care much about the contract he slid beside my plate, containing all the rules that’d soon become barb-wires around my life. I let him put the ring on my finger and since then have allowed his rules to shape my life. I, once Evelyn Brown, became the proud Mrs. Matt Parker.

  The bathroom door opens, and I hurry getting the last strand of my hair combed. I don’t turn, simply staring at his beautiful reflection through the fog-covered mirror, and see the instant darkening of his deep-sea blue eyes.

  “Drop it,” he growls, clearly referring to the towel, and my arms go loose around it, letting it pool around my feet. It’s too hot and moist inside, and I’m still wet all over, but I can’t voice my discomfort. If he wants me here, it’s up to him to decide where he’ll fuck me.

  His eyes examine my body cautiously, taking in every curve, remaining a little longer on my breasts before reaching up to my eyes. His thick lips twitch up on one side as he sees how I shudder with just a look from him.

  I stay in this prison called marriage because I love him and lust for him like a hormonal teenager. If he didn’t require me to have sex with him regularly, I’d still give him my body every day and night.

  He runs his hand through his brown hair before unbuttoning his crisp, wrinkle-free, custom-made shirt, revealing firm muscles. When he’s not busy working or fucking me into oblivion, he works out…almost excessively. And the result: a body that can get any woman on her knees.

  I consider kneeling in front of him, unzipping his black slacks, and taking him into my mouth, but he likes to be the one in charge and if a blow job was what he wanted, he’d have asked me to do it the second he stepped into the bathroom. The fact that he’s stripping off his clothes can only mean one thing: he’ll get down and dirty with my own sex.

  “Are you wet?” he asks. I am producing enough juice that it’ll probably turn into a river if he doesn’t do anything about it soon. But the truth might not be what he wants. Sometimes he likes the challenge, to have me uninterested, dry, and even worn out, just so he can turn me into a lustful bundle of nerves with his expert ministrations until I beg for his cock.

  “I am.” The truth slips out of my lips.

  He shakes his head mischievously, making tsk sounds, and shrugs out of his shirt. “Have you been watching porn?”

  “No. I just…you turn me on.”

  His shirt is carefully placed on the arm of the chair at the far end of the bathroom, followed by his slacks and socks. But his boxer briefs remain where they are, concealing his hard-on from me. It’s clear. He knows what the sight of his thick cock does to me and doesn’t want to turn me on more than I already am.

  I relax my thighs, wishing my sex would stop being so aroused, as he moves toward the Jacuzzi and begins filling it. He’ll see the swell of my flesh and the warm liquid seeping out. He wants me uninterested, yet it’s hard to act when my body won’t play along.

  It’s been a while since the last time we did it inside the Jacuzzi. Oh, but not in the bathroom. Just yesterday he fucked me against the sink, making me watch my own expression in the mirror while he pounded hard behind me. First in my vagina, then in my ass. Just thinking of it makes jolts of desire course through my body.

  “Get in,” he orders and I’m quickly by his side, holding his bicep to balance as I step in. My insides melt like jelly as his muscles flex beneath my palm. “Turn around.” He’s still intent on blocking the sight of his beautiful cock from my hungry eyes.

  I look the other way despite the burning need to see the evidence of his desire for me—or for some woman in his office—while he slides out of his boxers.

  He’s too good-looking for women to ignore him although he proudly wears the platinum wedding ring that my name is engraved on. I always wonder if he’s fucking someone else, perhaps his twenty-two-year-old secretary whom I never once have seen in anything other than miniskirts and see-through blouses. Or the only female equity partner in the law firm where he works.

  What was her name? Carolyn Epstein. Thirty-something-year-old bitch, who according to the rumors, made it to the top of the hierarchy with the sex tapes she recorded of her bosses and still uses to keep them in check. Matt’s recent promotion to become an equity partner might have something to do with Carolyn’s special interest in him. Did he fuck her, spreading her on his desk and going down on her?

  My stomach turns at the possibility of having to share him. He’s mine; he could pull me into this prison of a life only because I love him, but if I find out he’s pleasuring another woman, I’ll leave him for good before he can blink.

  The water level rises as he gets in and settles between my legs while I stand, leaning back against the tiles.

  “Look at me; look at my face. Tell me you’re too tired for sex.”

  A role play is what he wants, and I’ll give him that and more. I start getting my feet out of the Jacuzzi. “Matt, love, I don’t feel like having sex now. Let’s do it later. I have to call Shelly.”

  “Fuck Shelly, you’ll sit down like a good girl and take my cock inside of you,” he orders with a harsh tone, but I pretend to ignore him and continue standing above him, looking down at his angry eyes as they practically fuck my sex. “You’re not going anywhere until I properly fuck you.” He reaches back and cups my buttocks with both hands, dragging my hips against his lips.

  “Matt, please, let me go. I’m not feeling good. I’m too sore after you fucked me so hard last night.” I’m indeed still sore, but it’s a delicious soreness, something I’ve grown used to over the years.

  He sticks his tongue out and brushes the tip of it against my clit ever so slowly. I shiver and open up for him, trying to concentrate so I won’t climax too fast. “Ahh, Matt. It’s going to hurt.”

  “No, it’s not. I’ll start gentle.” He breathes against my skin. Then it will get hard, is what he’s meaning to say.

  I push his head back and cover my sex with both hands. His eyes flame bright with anger. His cock pops up through the water. My mouth waters at the sight of the mighty member that’ll soon impale me.

  “You shouldn’t have turned me down. Now I’m gonna fuck you real hard, baby. You wanted it this way.” He sneaks a hand between my legs and thrusts several fingers inside me, the force of them all at once stretching me out with a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. His lips close around my clit, while his fingers fuck me with hard strokes. I reach out for the walls to hold myself in balance against his intense attack.

  How can he expect me to play uninterested when he masterfully plays with my innermost flesh? “Matt, I’ll come too fast.”

  “It’s okay, baby. I want you to come.” He gears up the speed and the pressure of his fingers, pumping deeper into my core, while his tongue swirls around my clit, his every move ripping a loud moan from me. His lips and tongue are so fervent, I’m afraid one day he’ll pull out my clit from my body completely. But for now, my clit is pushed closer toward a powerful vibration.

  “Matt,” I cry out softly when the nerves on my clit and inside of me jolt with a fierce climax.

  “Oh, God, you’re so sexy, Evie. Come on, sit on my cock. Let me fuck you to another orgasm.”

  I grab his shoulders, my knees shaking and my mind foggy with the after-waves, and straddle him. His cock stimulates my throbbing pussy back to its pre-orgasmic state as it impales me slowly…inch by inch. We both groan as I sit astride him, his cock disappearing completely inside of me.

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p; “You’re soaking wet, baby. Why? Don’t lie to me. Tell me what you’ve been watching.”

  He won’t believe it’s simply the sight of him that turns me wild in an instant. “You won’t be mad?”

  “I won’t.”

  “The footage of us fucking in your father’s summer villa.”

  “You loved it, didn’t you? You loved how I made you scream when the house was packed with people. Do you want me to fuck you outside? In the booth of a bar? I bet you’d scream so loud, men would flock around to watch you being fucked with my big, fat cock.”

  He might be the one sitting, but his hips are hammering against my bones with a ruthless force.

  “Matt, please, slow down. I’ll come again.”

  “Does that turn you on? Do you want me to fuck you while men watch you, jacking off their dicks as you scream with pleasure?”

  I’m not sure how to answer that. He wants me to say yes, I’m sure of it, but I don’t want to give him the impression that I enjoy exhibitionism. This is Matt, a man with no real boundaries when it comes to sex. If I say yes now, then later on tell him I’m not sure, he’ll claim I’m a liar.

  “I don’t know,” I say, the closest thing to the truth.

  “Yes you do, baby. You want men to watch you while you’re climaxing. You love cock. The more the merrier, isn’t it? You want them to spurt out their spunk on your face. Tell me!”

  “I don’t. I don’t want another man’s cock. I just want yours. I only want yours to fuck me.”

  “Good girl. I won’t let another cock inside of you anyway, but I’m sure you’ll like men watching you.” He runs his hand across my buttocks and pushes a finger against my hole. I try to relax to open up for him, and he pushes inside, all the while his cock is pounding deep into me.

  “I put a video of me fucking your ass on the internet,” he says calmly as if talking about grocery shopping. “Don’t worry, our faces aren’t seen, just your tits and your ass, and your juicy vagina.”

  “What the fuck?”