by Ann Jacobs
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A little while later Andi let out a sigh as she stood with Gray beneath the chandelier in that foyer.
The only thing that made all the hassle worthwhile was Brett. The news that Andi and Gray were marrying had made his face light up with joy. He thought living in Gray’s big house would be neat, probably because he was fascinated by the huge swimming pool and a curved staircase where Gray had told him he used to slide down when his parents hadn’t been looking.
“I’d never imagined myself living here, but it will be more convenient than commuting from the beach, and Brett won’t have to change schools,” Gray said. Brett was staying overnight with her parents, so today they were alone in the big, pretentious house. As if he sensed her discomfort, he squeezed her hand. “You can change anything you don’t like.”
“Including that?” she asked, glancing toward the huge painting of his mother that hung above the living room fireplace.
“It’s coming down as soon as we get the workers in here. If you like, we’ll have one done of you to hang in its place.”
“No thanks. Maybe we can find a nice landscape. Unless you want a portrait of yourself.”
“Sure. A nude. That would be the talk of Tampa, for sure.” Gray laughed, obviously more comfortable than she in the mansion that had been in his mother’s family since the early nineteen hundreds. “Come on, we need to pick out a bedroom.”
And try it out? Andi could barely wait to have sex with Mrs. Syzmanski’s son in this mausoleum the woman had tossed her out of. Payback for the old bat, even though she was dead. “Okay. Lead on.”
The master suite was obviously out, since Gray had mentioned that it occupied most of the second floor. Good. She had no desire to sleep in the same room where his mother had lived and presumably died. Andi paced her steps to match Gray’s as they moved along a corridor lined with what she supposed had once been children’s or servants’ rooms.
“Here’s the room I thought we’d like,” he told her, standing aside and letting her enter a large room dappled with late afternoon sunshine. “It’s got a door to the patio and pool. And a bathroom big enough to install rails and such.”
“Wanna try out the bed?” It was big and inviting, with a flowered coverlet and fat pillows stuffed into matching bolsters. Crazy. The house had been empty since Gray’s mother died, but it looked as though someone came and cleaned it every week. Andi figured somebody probably did.
Gray shot a dubious look at the king-size bed. “I’m game if you are. Ever fuck a guy with leg braces?”
“Have you forgotten so soon?” If it was the last thing Andi did, she’d get them past this awkwardness, show Gray she wanted him no matter what or how. Moving next to him, she ran her hand down his fly, cupped his balls through the fine material of his linen slacks.
Gray leaned harder on his crutches, moaned at her touch. “No, baby, I haven’t forgotten. Jesus, I wish I could hold you.”
“Lean on me.”
“I’m too damn heavy for you to hold up. Spontaneous sex just isn’t going to happen.” His muscles tensed when she ran her palm along the length of his cock. “Let me go sit on the bed and do what I have to do. Meanwhile, you can strip off your lawyer suit and get naked for me.”
“You want to watch me strip?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m just going to ditch the essentials, myself.” His gaze burning her as she slipped off her jacket and skirt, he balanced on his crutches and fumbled to loosen his belt and unzip his pants. “Damn. Come here and help me get these off. My belt’s caught on one of the braces.”
His enthusiasm had definitely taken a hit. Andi guessed it pained him to have to ask for her help, but she pretended not to notice when she slid down his boxer shorts to join his pants around his ankles. “Sit down and I’ll get these off. Don’t want us going to the restaurant later with you looking all wrinkled.”
“All right.” Gray couldn’t help noticing how sexy Andi looked in her silky slip and high heels. Too damn sexy to be taking the pants off a cripple. “Maybe this isn’t a great idea.”
“Oh, I think it is.” Rising gracefully, she stood in front of him and played with his cock until it stood at attention again. His balls tightened when she cupped them in both hands. “Gray, do the braces need to come off?”
“Not unless they bother you. But you’ve still got on too many clothes.”
She smiled and slid her hands back up his cock, using a finger to spread the drop of lubrication at its tip. “What do you want off?”
Everything. No. He’d like her to leave on those damn high heels and… “Are those pantyhose?”
“Thigh-highs. I was thinking about coming here with you this morning when I put them on. And guess what? I’m not wearing any panties.”
More blood slammed into his cock. “Then leave ‘em on. Shoes, too. Just get rid of this slip and come straddle my lap so I can suck your nipples.” Gray rubbed his fingers over her breasts, her belly. God, the silky stuff felt so soft. So sexy. How the fuck—
“But I wanted to suck your cock.” She pouted, but she did as he’d asked. After slipping the silky confection down her body, she unhooked her bra. Her nipples stuck out in hard little points, as if they craved his tongue…his teeth.
His mouth watered. “Later, baby. Right now I want…” He wanted to toss her on her back and suck her cunt, and then fuck her until this time tomorrow, but for him that was only fantasy. “…I want you to climb on my cock and take a ride while I snack on your pretty, pretty breasts.”
“Okay.” She started to straddle him, then stopped and studied the padded black velcro strips that held the braces to his thighs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” The only thing that hurt was not being able to give her what he knew she wanted. What he wanted, too. Then her hot, wet cunt began to suck him in. It felt incredible. So incredible he forgot his regrets. His doubts. “Oh, yeah. You have no idea how it makes me feel, knowing your pussy’s wet for me.”
He lowered his head, brushed a rosy, erect nipple with his tongue. Brushed her firm silk-clad thighs with his hands. The play of her muscles when she rose and fell like the tide, slow and shallow, then deeper until his balls rested in her swollen slit, fascinated him. Fluid, effortless motion he could duplicate only with the help of machines.
Her whimpers of pleasure when he took her nipple between his teeth and suckled her like a baby banished thought, left him only with feeling. The sucking pressure of her cunt on his cock, the smooth texture of her breast against his lips, the lace of her thigh-highs against his seeking fingertips.
She smelled good, like the white jasmine that twined around the patio doors. Better, mingled with her woman’s musk, a smell nearly forgotten during his captivity. Gray let go her nipple, sank his teeth gently into the pale flesh at the base of her throat, tasting, remembering. Trying to ignore the overwhelming need to come. Had to make this good for her, too.
He slid a hand between them, beyond her slick, hot labia. Tangling his fingers in her damp red-gold pubic curls, he remembered… “You promised me you’d shave your pussy for me when I came home.” He found her swollen clit, dreamed of tasting it as he worried it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Mmmm. Sorry. I forgot. But I’ll tell you something now. Be good to me like this, big guy, and I will. Oh, yesss,” she hissed when he increased the pressure and lined open-mouthed kisses up her neck, along her jaw, her earlobe.
She clamped down on his cock with her incredible, creamy cunt. If she didn’t stop it, this would be over. And Gray desperately wanted it to last. “Careful or you’ll make me come.”
“That’s the general idea. Feel good?” Once again, she sank on him all the way to his balls and squeezed his cock with what felt like a velvet vise. “Tell me what you want, how you want it.”
With his free hand, he cupped her breast while he rubbed her clit and tried to recall the Preamble to the Constitution. “I want to get up, back your pretty ass agai
nst the wall, and fuck you until we’re both cross-eyed. But that’s not about to happen. Baby, all I can reasonably expect is to help you come. What can I do?”
“You’re doing great. All I need to come is your big, hard cock in my pussy. Everything else is gravy. Oh, yesss,” she whimpered as she raised up and impaled herself on him once again. “You found my G-spot.”
Her cunt clenched and spasmed around his cock, and her cream flowed, soaking his balls. When she clamped her teeth into his shoulder, his control slipped. Clutching her ass cheeks, he held her to him and shot his load, jet after jet of scalding semen. Useless except for the release it brought.
As he held Andi, both of them trembling in the aftermath of climax, Gray wondered why whenever he came, he regretted his sterility—when it rarely crossed his mind at other times.
Chapter Six
Andi had felt Gray’s mental withdrawal almost as soon as they came off the simultaneous orgasms that left both of them drained—her emotionally as well as physically. Damn it, there had to be a way she could help him get back his confidence—make him believe the truth: that she found him as hot, as sexy, and as desirable now as she ever had.
While he’d struggled to put his pants back on, Gray had been close to apologetic for having given her as mind-bending a climax as she’d ever had. Afterward when they met Sandra, Rocky, Kristine and Tony at Bern’s for dinner, he hardly said a word. If it hadn’t been for the others arguing over whether they should take a weekend honeymoon cruise aboard Rocky’s Neptune’s Dungeon or Tony’s smaller but more luxurious Miss Trial, Andi imagined the only sounds at their table would have been the requisite oohs and ahs over the five-star restaurant’s trademark steaks.
“So what’s it going to be?” Tony asked after the waiter had cleared the table. “Luxury or the pleasure palace everybody who’s ever been there whispers about?”
Andi wasn’t going to make that choice. “Gray?”
“We’d better stay on dry land, guys. Andi’s scared of the water.”
Rocky shot Sandra a knowing grin. “Sandy and I have plenty of fun aboard the Dungeon without even leaving the dock. It’s a good escape from Rocky Junior, and we’re still close by enough to get to him if he needs us.”
Andi had heard rumors—stories that Neptune’s Dungeon was just that, an imaginatively equipped BDSM playground for the highly respected chief of detectives and her ex-boss, who apparently wasn’t quite as tightly wound up as she’d always seemed at work. Maybe…
No. Though Gray had definitely been a sexual dominant eight years ago, he hadn’t given her any indication he was into leather and chains, or even especially enamored of any but the most basic sorts of sex toys. Besides, a dom/submissive relationship was a lot more emotional than physical—and she had no desire to place emphasis on the physical acts they could and couldn’t perform. Gray did that enough for both of them.
Relying on slings and dungeon toys to enhance their pleasure would only play up to Gray’s belief that he somehow was less a man than he’d been before his injuries. If only she could persuade him it made her incredibly hot and wet to know he wanted her to straddle him and fuck him while he enjoyed her breasts…that she loved knowing her lace-topped thigh-highs turned him on. Those stockings hugged her thighs now, reminding her how good it had felt to impale herself on his huge, hard cock. Andi let out an audible sigh.
“Thanks, guys, but I think we’ll opt for a long weekend at Gray’s condo on the beach,” she said, mentally sorting through sex scenarios where Gray could feel he was in control. “All right, Gray?”
He squeezed her hand, as if grateful she’d saved him the chore of turning down their friends’ kind offers. “Sure. That’s fine with me.”
“Who’s taking care of Brett?” Kristine asked.
“My brother Joe and his wife. I’d have asked you, but—”
“Our little guy could come along just about any minute,” Tony concluded for her, laughing.
Rocky grinned. “Just wait. You won’t get any sleep for months if he’s like Junior. “
“I don’t care. I’m grooming Gray to take on some of my trial load so I’ll have more time for Krissie and the baby.”
Suddenly Gray’s face contorted, as though he were in pain.
“Gray?” Andi murmured. “What’s wrong?”
“A cramp. It’s all right now,” he said, his tone not encouraging more questions.
A few minutes later, as they made their way to Gray’s car, he asked, “Why did you arrange to leave Brett with your brother?”
Furious that he’d even asked, Andi slid behind the wheel and stuck the key in the ignition. When Gray closed the passenger door, she looked at him.
“You may be marrying me to give our son a complete family, but believe me, I expect a honeymoon to remember. Translate that to sex, fun and games all day and all night for at least the three days before we have to settle down in our jobs and your house. Honeymoons and seven-year-old kids don’t mix. Not in my book. For three whole days, whether you like it or not, your cock’s going to be my cock.”
“Andi, you don’t have to pretend you like what precious little I can do for you now.”
“Who’s pretending?”
His wry laugh filled the generous space inside the big car. “You are, baby, if you’ve deceived yourself into believing life with me’s going to be one long happy fuckfest.”
“You seem to manage fucking just fine. Besides, there are other things we can do that will make us both feel good. Or are you so damned determined to dwell on what you can’t do to consider what you can? No, don’t answer that, because I’m going to use those three days to show you, and I don’t need our son underfoot.”
The purr of the car’s powerful engine when she turned the key in the ignition cut off Gray’s protest.
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None of the arguments Gray had proffered changed Andi’s mind. Now, on Friday afternoon after the docket had been cleared, he sat next to Tony behind the defense table in Judge Carlson’s courtroom, waiting not for a trial to commence but for a wedding to begin. His wedding. Not what Mother would have wanted, but the scene worked fine for him. Thank God Andi hadn’t opted for pomp and circumstance and a reception for a thousand at the yacht club.
He hadn’t had to drag himself to an altar or stand on unsteady feet in front of an army of guests while a dozen bridesmaids preceded his blushing bride down a red-carpeted aisle. And no one would gawk at his painful progress afterward, when he’d walk Andi outside not to a limo but to his specially equipped sedan. Something, indeed, for which he could be grateful.
Too bad they weren’t alone with the requisite two witnesses. Winston Roe’s criminal division had come out in force, and Gray noticed a good many of Andi’s coworkers drifting in. Probably had late court appearances, Gray imagined, noting that Hank Ehlers, Tony’s personal assistant, was just getting here from the arraignments he’d been handling for the firm earlier this afternoon.
Gray’s breath caught when he saw Andi come in with Brett and her brother Joe. Jesus, she deserved a whole man if any woman did. For a minute he felt guilty for consigning her to living with him, for playing on her love for their son.
Hell, it was her own fault she was marrying him. She sure as fuck shouldn’t be harboring any illusions. Not now, after he’d sat her down and explained in more detail than she’d wanted to hear—hell, more detail than he’d needed to know but the docs had told him anyhow—about his injuries and his prognosis.
And here she was, looking too damn good for a cripple like him, with a bright smile on her lips and the prettiest handful of pastel colored flowers he’d ever seen clutched in her hands. He groaned. Damn it, he hadn’t even thought to order her a bouquet.
“Who…? Damn it, I should have remembered.” Gray didn’t like the idea that somebody else had thought of a detail he should have taken care of, himself.
“I had Michelle take care of sending her flowers, turkey,” Tony said. “Figured you’
d forget about them.”
“Thanks.” He’d have to remember to do something nice for Tony’s secretary next week.
Gray’s eye focused on his bride: the slender, sexy as hell redhead who’d figured in his futile fantasies…who’d given him a son and offered him a future he’d never dared to imagine since glimpsing himself in a mirror once he got back to civilization. Her pale green suit hit her gorgeous legs mid-thigh, and the neckline of the jacket dipped low enough to give him a tantalizing view of the inner curves of her firm breasts.
And a glimpse of pale green lace. His cock twitched. Why was it, he wondered, that it hadn’t gotten the message that this marriage was for his son, not his gonads?
The words they exchanged were simple. Yes, he took her for better or worse. She took him in sickness and in health, a vow that should have scared her shitless but apparently didn’t. The kiss that sealed the vows they’d made left him shaking, the imprint of her soft, sensual lips not only on his mouth but in his soul.
His mind on overload, Gray greeted the friends who’d come to share the moment and offer good wishes…but all he could think about was the three days stretching out in front of him. Two long days and three interminable nights when his bride had vowed they’d devote twenty-four/seven to sexual fun and games.
An eternity during which she’d learn the hard way just how little he could do other than lie on his back and let her fuck him. Once they’d taken leave of their friends, Andi snuggled up beside him in the car and rested her hand suggestively on his crotch. A tear tickled his cheek as it made its way from his eye to his stubbled jaw.
Her brash declaration, “Your cock is my cock,” rang in his ears as he drove over the causeway to the condo where this whole thing had begun eight years ago.