Blissfully Hers: Bliss Series, Book Seven

by Hall, Deanndra

  “Like sex on a stick, even in your clothes.” Well, I have to admit, nobody’s ever said that to me before. “But you’ve got to go, so there’s nothing I can do about it.”

  “Sorry. I mean, I really am sorry. Really.” My voice goes from normal down to a whisper as I speak those words and lean down to kiss her as she sits there, eyes bright and pink lips parted. God, I want her so badly. It’s taking everything I’ve got to keep myself from getting rock-hard, but I can’t walk into that house with all my family there and a first-class boner straining at my fly. Nope. That would be a bad move on my part.

  By the time we’re in the car, my man-parts have calmed down a bit. We chat about insignificant things until she says, “Did you enjoy our trip to the adult store?”

  “Yes, Mistress. It was … enlightening.” I don’t bother to tell her some of that stuff scared me half to death.

  “Good. We got some things that I can’t wait to use on you.” That sounds scary. I have to admit, she’s got great sensory perception because she immediately asks, “Does that scare you a bit?”

  “You could tell?”

  “Uh, yeah. I think your asshole just clenched up as tight as a two-sizes-too-small pair of Spanx.” I have no idea what that means, but I have to assume that’s pretty tight.

  And it’s kind of embarrassing that she can read me so well. “Well, um, some of those things looked a little intimidating.”

  “You’ll like them, I promise.” My car glides to a stop in front of her house, but when I reach for the door latch on my side, she lays a soft hand on my forearm. “No, babe. That’s okay. You’ve got to get going. But I know you’d open the door and walk me up, so thanks.”

  “I don’t mind at―”

  “You don’t want to be late. Go on. And please, think about talking to them today.”

  No way in hell am I doing that, but I answer, “Okay.”

  “Good. I know you’re not going to, but I had to say it.” What the hell? my brain shrieks, but she’s right. Damn. Apparently she’s either really good at reading people or I’m really lousy at hiding my thoughts and feelings. I’m betting it’s a good bit of both.

  “Mistress?”

  “Yes?”

  “Thanks. For everything.”

  “You’re welcome. I really enjoyed just relaxing with you. We should do that more often. Bye, babe. See you later.”

  “Yeah. See you later.” I almost say babe, but I stop myself short. Would that be improper coming from a submissive? I have no idea. She waves as I pull away and I’m lost in thought the whole drive.

  There are three rental cars in front of Boone and Melina’s house when I get there, so I just pull around to the back and go in that way. Inside it’s loud and crazy, kids running everywhere, my dad trying to talk over the din, and the womenfolk going in every direction. “Brandt! Son! Good to see you!” Dad calls out to me from across the room, and we manage to zig-zag through the throng to give each other a hug.

  “Good to see you too!”

  He steps back and holds my upper arms at arm’s length. “Well, you’re looking good! Looks like you’ve actually put a couple of pounds back on.”

  “Thanks. You’re looking good too. Looks like you’ve actually put a couple of years on.”

  He throws his head back, laughing, and I have to grin. We always sound like this, all of us, and it’s refreshing to be able to joke and tease with a group of people who know you love them. Mona’s family was never like that. Talk about a bunch of hicks with sticks up their asses―big, thick, long sticks from what I could tell. “So, where is this woman of yours?”

  “I think it’s a little premature to start that process,” I answer, terror rising in my gut.

  “Never premature, not if you’re really intent on having a relationship with her,” he counters.

  “We’re not even sure about that yet, Dad. Slow and steady.” That’s one of his favorite phrases, and I’m not going to miss out on a chance to use it against him.

  “Yeah, yeah. Boone says she’s a real looker. That’s good. Mona was kinda plain and―”

  “Could we, uh, talk about something else? I really don’t want to―”

  “Of course. I’m sorry.” Dad’s eyes are soft and there’s a sadness there. He knows how badly all of that hurt me, and I know he didn’t mean to dredge it up. It’s just incredibly painful.

  The rest of the evening is pleasant. We’ve finished eating and cleaning up everything when Boone announces, “We got the wedding video back! Let’s watch it.” There’s a chorus of groaning from all the guys. “No, come on! Be a good sport! The girls want to see it.”

  “Yeah, we wanna see it,” Benjamin, Blake’s oldest, whines. I’ve always suspected that boy was gay. I think he just confirmed all my suspicions.

  “Yes we do!” Bethany, Brock’s daughter, calls out. “I love weddings.”

  “That’s because you’re an ignorant poopy head,” Barnett, his son, declares.

  “I am not! Dad! Tell him to quit calling me names!” Bethany whines.

  “See what you’ve done?” Brock says in mock anger to Boone. “You’ve started World War III.”

  “Oh, for god’s sake, let’s just watch the video,” Mom says, and I have to laugh.

  I must say, the videographer they hired did a great job. We watch the whole wedding, then the reception. That was the absolute best part of it all―Boone, Brock, Blake, Dave, Clint, Steffen, Brian, and Lucien did their version of “Uptown Funk.” Not only was it hysterically funny but it was incredibly good. Of course, you know that bunch. It was damn near X-rated, but all the women loved it. It was kind of a cross between the original and some Magic Mike stuff. I laughed until I cried.

  And then it cuts to some scenes at home. I’m not sure what that’s about. They’re just sitting around, and then there’s a shot of Melina in the bathroom. She’s sitting on the toilet, but you can’t see anything except her feet with her panties around her ankles, her knees, and her face as she leans out and scolds Boone. It’s obvious this has all been done with his phone, and why he’d make a video of her on the can is a mystery until I think about it for a few seconds.

  The very next scene is him behind her, then looking over her shoulder. She pulls the cap off something that looks a lot like a thermometer and, sure enough, there it is―two pink lines. She bursts into tears, he’s hugging her and dropping the phone, and you can hear them squealing and laughing. It takes a few seconds but everybody in the room finally gets it and starts to scream and squeal and laugh and cheer. They’re hugging Boone, hugging Melina, hugging each other, and Baker is yelling at the top of his lungs, “What is it? What is it? WHAT IS IT? What? A what? I get a baby? I GET A BABY!”

  When everybody finally settles down, Boone turns to the group. “I just want to say thanks to all of you. You made bringing Melina into our family easy. You’ve loved her and shown her your love, and for that I’ll always be grateful. You were there for both of us―hell, for all three of us―when things got rough, and you saw us through. What you need to know is that because of a lot of things that happened before we met, Melina didn’t think she’d ever be able to have kids. This came as a total shock to both of us, one that we couldn’t be happier about. Before anybody asks, we don’t know the sex yet. It’s too early. But there’ll be another party for that, so be ready!” He turns and looks to the little brunette beside him. “Babe, you say something.”

  Bless her heart, she’s crying so hard she can barely speak. “I, um, I just want to thank everybody. Thank you for giving me a family, for being my family. Thank you for being so good to Boone and being there for him when I couldn’t. Thank you for standing by us while Baker was so sick. And most of all,” she says, and then completely breaks down. Boone hugs her tight and whispers something to her, and when he turns loose, she spins to face our parents. “Dad, Mom, thank you for raising an exceptional man. He’s everything a husband and father should be, and I know that’s because of you. I’m so, so
lucky he wanted me. I’m so lucky to be his wife. I just … Thank you from the bottom of my heart. There are no words to thank you enough.” She barely finishes before she falls apart again.

  Everybody’s consoling her, hugging her, wiping her tears away, when Brock’s voice cuts through the chatter. “Well, leave it to my little brother to ruin my announcement.”

  “Our announcement,” Kara corrects.

  His arm wraps around Kara’s waist. “Yes. Our announcement. Boone and Melina aren’t the only ones who got two pink lines. We’ve got another little Lawson on the way.”

  “Oh my god! That’s awesome!” Melina screams and hugs Kara.

  “Blake, son, anything you want to tell us?” Mom says with a wink.

  “NO! No, absolutely not! Nope. Not a thing. Nothing.” He glances over at Misti.

  She’s laughing. “No. Nothing. That’s not happening. You guys have fun with it. Bradley’s eight, and we’re done. We’ve gone forth and replenished the Earth. That’s our only commitment to the national census.”

  I’m getting ready to say something when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I keep my mouth shut and while everybody else is laughing and talking, I slip into the kitchen. The screen shows one message, so I pull it up.

  I bet your parents are excited.

  You could say that! I text back with little laughing faces.

  You okay?

  I take a deep breath and sigh it out. Yeah. I’m okay.

  Brandt, this is NOT the time to talk to them about you.

  I know. I don’t want any kind of upset today. This is their happy time.

  Agreed. And following that, she sends a little heart. But I wish I were with you right now.

  Wow. She wishes she was with me. Holy hell. This is turning into a real relationship right before my eyes. I text back, I wish I were with you too. I don’t know whether to add one of those little hearts or not. Too girly? What’s the protocol for emojis? I have no idea.

  Give me a call later?

  I smile to myself. You can bet on it.

  When I rejoin everybody, all the guys have whiskey. I politely beg off. After all, I do have to drive myself home, but they’re all staying here. “You could stay over if you want,” Boone says.

  “Nah. I’ll go home in a bit. But thanks for the offer.”

  He leans over and whispers to me, “Were you texting beautiful in there?”

  Well, shit. I can’t get by with anything when they’re all around. “No. Just Danielle. From the club.”

  “‘Just Danielle.’ You’re seeing each other?”

  “No. We’re just friends, Boone. Just friends.”

  “Yeah, right. I guess in order for you to be more, you’d have to be a submissive, because I don’t think that lady is about to change her orientation for anybody.” I pray to everything I know that he can’t see my heart hammering in my chest or my hands shaking.

  “Yeah, uh, no. That’s not going to happen.”

  “Yeah, right. How awkward would that be?” he asks as he walks away. “Come on. One glass. It won’t kill you.”

  Okay, that was close. I barely dodged the bullet. Looks like my best course of action will be to go get a glass of whiskey, take two sips, and wait until nobody’s looking to pour it out. That’ll work.

  It’s nine thirty before I get out the door. I tried slipping out, but Mom caught me, and then there was a big deal made of everybody having to tell me goodbye. I love them all, but sometimes I find it overwhelming, trying to be warm and loving when I really want to run. It’s just a matter of time before they figure me out, especially since Boone knows I’m friends with Dani. I’m so screwed.

  Once I get out on the road, I hit my hands-free and her voice fills my car. “Hello, submissive! Did you have a good time?”

  “Yes, Mistress. A little overwhelming sometimes, but still fun.”

  “Good! And everybody’s doing well, I take it?”

  “Yes. They are. Very well. And everybody’s really excited that Melina’s pregnant. Plus it turns out Brock’s wife, Kara, is too.”

  “Aww, congratulations to all of you! That’s great.”

  “It is. They’re very happy, and Baker is really excited. I’m headed home and―”

  “Did you have anything to drink?”

  “Yes, Mistress, but only two swallows. I poured the rest out when they weren’t looking. Didn’t want to be rude, but I don’t drive buzzed.”

  “Good boy, Panther.”

  “I try, Mistress.”

  “You do more than try. You’re a good guy. Those are hard to find.” She’s quiet for a few seconds before she says, “Well, I think I’m going on to bed. I had a rough day.”

  “Rough? I enjoyed it. You didn’t?”

  She laughs through the phone. “Oh, I enjoyed it. Then I came home and had to get myself off because I was so turned on.”

  “Oh, well, um, good? I think?” She’s still laughing, and now it’s at me. “I mean, I was suffering too, but I had to go to a house full of people. At least you were home in the peace and quiet.”

  “I’m sure Caleb wondered why I came straight in and shut my bedroom door. Being quiet was work. All I could think about was that big ol’ hard cock of yours.”

  Wow. That’s flattering. “I’m sure you’re the only woman that’s ever happened to.”

  “Oh, I think not. That Dominatrix you saw the first night you were there? She asked me last week if I’d seen you. When I told her we were working together, she said, ‘Damn shame. I wanted some of that. He’s gorgeous.’”

  I can’t believe that. “She said that?”

  “Oh yeah. Absolutely. Panther, baby, you’re sexy as sin. Every woman in that place turns to watch you as you walk by. Surely you know that.”

  “No, Mistress. I didn’t know … Are you sure?”

  There’s that laugh again. “Positively sure. I wanted to tell her we were working together exclusively, but I didn’t know how you’d feel about that.”

  Here’s my chance. I have to grab it while I can. “I’d feel very good about that.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes, Mistress. I would. Absolutely.”

  “Okay then. We’re exclusive. Hmmm. That was a lot easier than I’d thought it would be.”

  Now I’m sure I’m hearing things. “You’ve been thinking about it?”

  “Pretty much since the first night we worked together. Why do you think I nixed the idea of you working with some of my Dominatrix friends? I want you all to myself.”

  Everything below my waist tenses and I can feel my dick straining at the back side of my fly. “You do?”

  “I do. Would you like for me to take on a couple more submissives?”

  “No! I mean, unless you want to, and then I’d have no say.”

  “Would you feel hurt if I did?”

  “The truth?”

  “Yes, submissive. The truth―always.”

  “Yes.” Every muscle in my body is clenched. “Yes, I’d be hurt. Very hurt.”

  “Then we’re on the same page. By the way, hard yet?”

  I let out a little groan before I say, “Very.”

  “Good. Take care of that when you get home and think of me. I’ll give you a call in the morning.”

  “Sounds good. Thank you, Mistress.”

  “You’re welcome. Thank you, Panther. Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, Mistress. Sleep well.” The phone goes dead just as I’m pulling into the apartment building parking lot.

  I don’t dare start to think about it all until I get inside, and then my mind runs wild. We’re exclusive. She thinks I’m hot―all the women at the club do. Me? Hot? That’s kinda weird to think about, but I guess I’m happy about it. Being one of the hot guys at the club can’t be a bad thing, can it? I wouldn’t think so.

  The sheets are cool and inviting, but my hand is burning around my hardness. I pump slowly, thinking of Danielle, of her softness and strength, her virility and vulnerability.
Telling me about her late husband―I appreciated that. And I felt comfortable telling her everything that happened with Mona. We’re good for each other.

  Do I want us to be exclusive? Absolutely. Spending more time with her is all I can think about. But first, I have to tell my family.

  And I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to do that.

  Chapter Five

  I wind up having lunch with the whole clan on Sunday before they all go home. Even though I don’t want to leave the apartment, every excuse I come up with gets knocked down, so I finally take a shower, put on my clothes, and go. It’s pleasant enough, but I don’t really want to be there. Any time I’m with them is an opportunity for me to slip up, and that makes me nervous as hell. Dani tries to call me twice while I’m there, and I finally manage to go into the restroom and text her back to let her know where I am. She tells me to call her when I head home, and I promise I will.

  Everybody’s ready to leave the restaurant, and Mom and Dad try to get me to come back to Boone’s, but I manage to slip away under the guises of having to do laundry. Lame, I know, but it works. I only hear one ring from my end when she says, “Hey!”

  “I’m so, so sorry, istress. I didn’t call you this morning to tell you where I’d be because I didn’t want to wake you in case you wanted to sleep in, and then I was at the restaurant and everybody was talking, and I―”

  “Brandt! Stop! It’s okay! I guessed something like that anyway because I knew they were all still there. It’s fine, really. Everything go okay?”

  “Yeah. They should all be on their way home by now.” Do I dare? It’s do or die time, I do believe. “I enjoyed spending time with them, but I missed you.”

  “I missed you too. You know, if you’d just―”

  “I know, I know, if I’d―”

  “Don’t interrupt your mistress.”

  My face burns at her correction. “I’m sorry, Mistress. That was rude of me.”