Tainted Gold: Providence Gold Series Book Three

by Moore, Mary B.

  Once you were in with them, you were in. There was no ‘them and us’, it was just ‘us’ and I loved it.

  Tate wasn’t who I’d thought he’d be either. He was so easygoing and relaxed about everything, but absolutely nothing passed him by, and underneath it all he was a brooder. He genuinely cared about my wellbeing, not just the baby’s. He was worried when my blood pressure became a problem, he was quick to help me when my pelvis was giving me pain, he worried about my hours at the bar and had made sure I wasn’t lifting anything, he’d enlisted his family to help whenever they could, he would come into the bar and spend time with me after he finished work every day, he spent time with my animals and cleaned them out or took them for a walk, he loved my animals and didn’t kick up too much of a stink when I named the puppy Foxy Cleopatra (or Chew Barka)… he was just a kind of man I hadn’t ever banked on having in my life. That was who the real Tate Townsend was.

  He also didn’t tell me what my dad was doing to him, but I knew. I’d caught him doing it on a couple of occasions and had threatened to tell Mom about the donut I’d caught him eating on more than one surprise visit.

  However, at this moment, none of that mattered. Why? Because Tate the asshole was drunk. The plan had been one drink and then we’d make our excuses so we could go home and have the sex. The sex that I hadn’t had for over three months. The sex that I needed more than I needed to breathe at that moment. The sex that I needed so that the smargles would leave my vagina alone.

  Smargles was a great word. Luna had told me about it and now I was going to use it to describe everything. In Harry Potter a character called Luna Lovegood blamed the Nargles for pretty much everything. Our Luna had decided that anything blue was related to a Smurf, and anything that went wrong was down to the Nargles, so anything going badly wrong that involved the color blue was down to the Smargles. It even applied to blue frosting across your face which made it look like a Smurf had just come all over you. It was applicable to a blue ice pop which turned your face the same color. It applied to blue balls and blue vaginas that occurred because of not having the sex.

  Smargles!

  I had a smargling vagina, and it needed Tate’s smargling balls. And where were those balls? Drunk.

  I knew this because of the fabulous text I’d just received and was still staring at.

  “Lemme see,” Dahlia snickered, taking the phone out of my hand. Her gasp was proof enough. “Wow, I didn’t know poetry was a talent of his.”

  Snatching it back, I typed out a quick reply.

  Me: Your smargling balls are dead.

  His response was quick.

  Taint: I come home for sexy times because my balls love you. I don’t want blue balls anymore.

  This was quickly followed by another one.

  Taint: If blue balls meet blue vaginas, do they have blue babies? Is our baby gonna look like an Avatar?

  “What the hell are they drinking?” Luna asked as she read the screen over my shoulder.

  Before I could reply, the other ladies phones started going off too, and one by one the smiles on their faces dropped and I suspect they looked a lot like mine did.

  Apparently it wasn’t just me who’d had her plans spoiled.

  Tate

  I couldn’t move my tongue. It was stuck to the roof of my mouth and there was no getting it off again. And why the hell did my pec hurt so much?

  Rolling over, I came face to face with my cell phone and saw a text message from Lily on the screen waiting for me. It took me five years to raise my hand to pick it up, but I got therein the end. Opening it, I almost screamed when the light on the screen pierced my brain with a billion knives.

  Lily: Gone to help Luna with Jamie. Check the texts you sent me.

  Scrolling up, I looked at it and groaned.

  Roses are red, grass is Greener.

  I think of you when I touch my wiener!

  (Smiley face, smiley face, winky kissy face and a random tree.)

  Before I could text to apologize, another one came through from her.

  Lily: You owe me the sex.

  Falling onto my back, I tried to remember last night and drew a blank. I remembered having a beer, and then Levi had given me a shot. After that, it was kind of hazy.

  Pulling up Levi’s details, I hit call and put it on speakerphone because holding it up was too much effort.

  “’Lo?”

  He sounded how I felt.

  “What happened last night?” I rasped, relieved when my tongue detached itself from where it had been stuck.

  “Tequila.”

  “But why?”

  “Tequila.”

  Just the word made my stomach protest violently. “What the hell kind was it?”

  “Diablo with a sombrero.”

  “I don’t think Lily’s talking to me.”

  “Uh, huh?”

  “I sent her a poem last night,” I divulged, trying to remember why.

  “Ok?”

  “’Roses are red, grass is greener. I think of you when I touch my wiener!’ Apparently wasn’t how you told someone how you felt in a drunken text. Who knew?” I shrugged.

  “Diablo with a sombrero.”

  It was like trying to find clues to the Da Vinci Code talking to him right now, so I hung up and lay staring at the ceiling. When my phone dinged and vibrated on my chest, I picked it back up and groaned.

  Lily: Look at your chest.

  Looking down, I saw a sticky black mess on it. “What the hell?”

  Rubbing it only made it burn, so I lifted my head and looked at it properly. The letters were tattooed pointing the wrong way, so it took a good while to figure out what they were.

  yliL

  What the shit was yliL?

  Sitting upright, I stared at it trying to figure it out, and almost missed the next text hitting my phone.

  Lily: Now look at it in the mirror.

  Tenderly, I moved to the edge of the bed and willed the room to stop spinning. When I felt like I had my land legs, I stood up and stumbled over to the mirror on the wall in my room, and tried to get the image staring back at me into focus.

  That’s when I realized what I’d done.

  How fucking stupid do you have to be to get your woman’s name tattooed on you back to front?

  Apparently, I’d had it done, not realizing or caring that the only time it would make sense is when I was looking in the mirror.

  I wasn’t a stranger to having ink done, in fact I had quite a lot. Black and gray tattoos of pieces of old oil machinery, my families signatures on my ribs, just things that were of sentimental value to me… I knew the tattooist who worked out of the shop in town well. I also remembered said tattoo artist being at the bar last night, waving a bottle of tequila…

  Oh Jesus – shaped like Diablo with a sombrero on.

  That’s when I also remembered triumphantly getting the worm at the bottom of the bottle and swallowing it in the last shot…

  And had to run to puke my guts up.

  Eleven

  Lily

  “Does he remember anything yet?” Luna asked as she changed Jamie’s diaper. That baby was a heartbreaker, and her daddy was going to be in so much shit once the boys saw her.

  “Nope. Does Noah have guns?”

  “We live in Texas, what do you think?”

  Shrugging, I waved back at the baby and grinned. “Not everyone owns guns. Plus, your daughter will have boys queuing up for miles, so he might want to invest in some more.”

  Picking her daughter up, Luna walked her over to me and plonked her on my lap. “Here, get some experience in while you can. And just to say, Tate might have to do the same thing when yours gets here.”

  Snorting, I cuddled Jamie close as she tugged on my hair and shook my head. “Nope, Tate’s adamant it’s a boy. Apparently he took some tests invented by the Mayans and Chinese and swears blind by them. I also picked a key up a certain way that means it’s a boy.”

  Looking up fr
om Jamie’s neck where I’d just blown a huge raspberry, I saw Luna watching me with wide eyes. “I did the baking soda in pee test, and it was wrong. Where did he find those ones?”

  “Online somewhere, and Beau helped him do them.”

  And that’s how we ended up spending an hour going over lunar based mathematical equations and doing both tests ourselves. Apparently he’d gotten it all wrong. I was having a girl.

  “Oh, this is going to be so good,” Luna hooted, holding her side when we got the results. “Are you going to tell him?”

  Grinning at her, I thought it over and made my decision. “Nope. I think I’ll wait for the gender reveal scan to do that. He wants to have a huge party for us all to find out at the same time, so everyone will get to see his face when the pink comes floating down.”

  “I wish we’d been able to do something like that. I’ve seen so many cool ideas online since I had Jamie, and now I feel cheated.”

  I could hear Noah’s voice as he staggered up the porch stairs at the front of the house. Apparently Luna had found him curled up in front of the door when she’d gone to let their dogs out this morning. Once she’d woken him up, he’d realized he was late for a video conference call with his cousin and some CEO’s of the business, and had run to the office building. This was him getting back now, and he sounded rough!

  Just as the front door opened, I said loudly, “Yes, you have to have a huge party to reveal the sex of this baby. That sounds fab-u-lass.” I kept hissing the last part as I clapped my hands. “What do you want to have this time? A boy, or another girl? I love that they won’t be too far apart in ages, too,” I added, picking Jamie up and giving her a big kiss.

  Not one sound could be heard from where Noah was standing behind us. I’ll give her credit, Luna didn’t try to talk her way out of it either, instead she just sat rubbing her stomach and nodding.

  And then he cracked.

  “What the hell?” he croaked. “I… how… I’m not sure…” he started and then ran outside and did a live action replay of what I’d done all those months before when I’d smelled that vile sauce that shall not be named. Incidentally, I’d also added onions, mushrooms, cheese (unless it was Velveeta), two brands of shampoo, one brand of soap and oranges to the list of puke inducing scents and foods.

  “Surprise!” Luna yelled over the violent vomiting noises coming from her husband. “We’re have a Luno or Noahette!”

  That just made him puke louder, and me laugh harder.

  I couldn’t wait to find out what we were definitely having. Tate’s grandparents had demanded that they help us with the party and were already placing orders for various things for it. Everyone wanted to do something, and I loved how they all banded together to make it happen.

  It was going to be an unforgettable party, and I couldn’t wait to see the pictures.

  This family did everything together and being in the thick of it was an experience…

  That gave me an idea. “Hey, did Noah come home with a new tattoo?” I asked at the same time that Noah yelled, “What the fuck does that even mean, and why won’t it come off?”

  Apparently this family really did do everything together.

  Tate

  Four hours later…

  I was floating on a cloud, and there were little babies with mine and Lily’s faces crawling around me. They had wings, but they were good babies so they didn’t use them. King Ferdinand was giving one of them a ride on his back, while Ozzy played fetch with Snickers who was throwing… that’s disgusting!

  “Tate,” a voice called softly.

  Then the most amazing feeling hit me. It was warm and wet and surrounded my cock as it started to move up and down. Oh shit, and there was suction. I couldn’t move in case I fell off the cloud, so I lay still, groaning and enjoying the perfect vacuum on my dick, along with the firm stroking up and down.

  “Tate,” the voice called again. “You owe me the sex.”

  I wasn’t sure if I groaned because I wanted to have sex with the voice, or if it was because they’d stopped doing what they’d been doing to say it. But regardless I sounded like a bear in response.

  Deciding to risk tipping the cloud over, I reached down and felt silky soft hair sliding through my fingers. Underneath it was a skull and skin, but if I followed the path downward, I got eyes, a nose, a mouth that immediately caught one of my fingers and started sucking it instead…

  Blinking open my eyes, I winced at the light in the room even with the curtains closed, and tried to focus on what was going on around me. I recognized my room, the crap on the floor that I’d been wearing last night, and the crap from my pockets that was now scattered around me on the bed.

  Turning my head slightly, I looked down my body and sighed when I realized I was still fast asleep. How did I know that? Because kneeling beside me, one hand on my thigh and the other on my dick was a very naked and beautiful Lily.

  Not one to let an opportunity pass me by though, I did an ab curl to catch her, and pulled her up my body as I lay down again.

  “What are you doing?” she chuckled as I paused as her tits passed over my face, with the top of her body in the air, and the bottom half straddling me, so that I could flick a nipple with my tongue. “Tate, seriously. I need the sex,” she gasped, wriggling all over the place.

  Things were always harder to hold on to when you were asleep. I’d tried to catch a giant goldfish once, and that sucker had been fierce.

  Sucking on the nipple now, I momentarily forgot what I’d been doing, and let that one go to give the same attention to the other one. That’s when she wriggled again, her wet pussy sweeping across my abdomen and bringing my brain back on track.

  With one final peck goodbye, I made sure I had a good hold on her, and lifted Lily so that she was sitting on my face. Well, her pussy was on my chin, so I hadn’t been too far off. With one final adjustment, I had her just where I’d intended.

  It was common knowledge that no one needed oxygen when they were dreaming, so this was totally doable.

  Ironically, it was that lack of oxygen seconds later that woke me up properly. The first thing I saw was the closeup to end all closeups of Lily’s vagina as I tipped my head back to free my nose from it and get some oxygen into my lungs.

  Lifting up slightly, she looked down at me in concern. “Are you ok? I knew this was a bad idea. I should have stopped you when you…”

  All words left her when I licked my lips, the tip of my tongue accidentally sweeping across her too. As the taste of her hit me, my brain came fully online, as did everything south of the border. I needed more!

  Placing a hand over both of her butt cheeks, I shifted her at the same time as angling my chin slightly downward, centering her core over my mouth and her sensitive clit above my nose. This way, I had oxygen, but I was also in both of the perfect spots to drive her out of her mind and get what I wanted.

  I wanted her to come in my mouth. I needed it!

  On a mission, I held her tight and went to town. With a nudge of my nose to her clit at the same time as I licked into her, I made her jump and gasp, and decided from her reaction to see how far I could push her with just those movements alone. Turns out, I could push her far, far enough for her to lean backwards and brace herself with her hands behind her on my ribs as she ground down. Fortunately, at this new angle I had more space to breathe too, so I could focus entirely on her.

  Lifting my chin, I placed my mouth over her clit and flicked it with my tongue at the same time as giving it a deep suck.

  “Holy mermaids pubes, Tate,” she croaked, her hands shaking against me at the same time as her thighs clamped shut around my ears, muffling whatever else she was saying.

  Probably just as well, I wasn’t sure mermaids pubes was all that sexy at a time like this, but at the same time the random saying was typically Lily, and one of the things I loved about her.

  Moving my right hand inward, I adjusted the hold I had on her left butt cheek so that my palm
was over it, with my thumb resting on her entrance. On the next pull on her nub, I pushed my thumb into her, and rubbed on her inner wall, hoping I was getting the right spot.

  Turns out I had because only seconds later, I heard her muffled cry at the same time as she started to pulse around the finger inside her, and her thighs tightened around my head. I wasn’t sure what the hell she used to work on those muscles, but holy shit she had a fierce grip.

  Before I could do anything else, she was moving rapidly down my body until she was over my cock, which she then picked up in one hand and sat down straight down on.

  “Fuck me,” I roared, my back arching at the feeling of the tight, hot, wetness engulfing the top of it.

  Lifting up slightly, she pushed down again, taking more this time. “That’s what I’m trying to do!”

  Any residual hangover and tequila issues were gone, all that was left behind was a man who wanted his woman. And whose cock was inside his woman – kind of. And the man wanted all of his cock inside her and was going to make it happen.

  Gently flipping us so that she was lying on her back on the mattress with me now over her, I lifted her legs so that her thighs were resting on my forearms, and slowly withdrew from her.

  “No, Tate. Put it back!” she begged, her hand coming down to hold the base of my dick, making my eyes roll back.

  “I’m going to, but I won’t last if you don’t move your hand!”

  That’s all the warning it took for her to snatch her hand back as she lay there looking up at me. I know I was drunk the first time so my memories were hazy, but I’d had plenty of moments with Lily since then where I’d been stunned by how beautiful she was. They all paled in comparison to how she looked at this moment with her dark hair spread around her on the white sheets, her blue eyes sparkling at me, and her teeth nibbling her bottom lip as she waited for me to push back into her.