Indelible Love Series + Entwined Bundle

by DW Cee

  “Thank you,” Emily called out as nicely as possible.

  I thought I saw Jake’s body twitch with a chuckle. His face showed no sign of laughing, but his body couldn’t completely hide it.

  “So, what will you do while you’re here?”

  “Oh, you know...the same old, same old...” That cryptic remark didn’t help my sister any.

  “Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?”

  I saw Emily freeze instantly with that question.

  “Jake,” I interrupted. “We have a reservation at Studio for 5:30p.m., already.”

  He flat out ignored me and instead, asked William if he’d like to join us as well.

  “7:30?” He didn’t ask any of us if the time was okay. He only addressed this Katherine or Kate woman. Emily was not happy. “The same old, same old?”

  She nodded. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner. I’ll see you at 7:30,” she said and walked away.

  We all dispersed to our respective rooms. Since Laney went out with William, Max came and hung out with me in our room. I tried to tempt him to hop in bed with me, but with the possibility of Laney walking in on us at any moment, he abstained, again.

  Since I wasn’t seeing any action in the hotel room, I decided to go shopping, while Max lounged around watching ESPN. With the addition of Sea-foam goddess at the dinner table, I needed to look good! Just because she had a better body, sexier accent, and probably more money, didn’t make me inconsequential, right? She was just a woman.

  “You look enticing, Jane.” I tilted my neck to give Max better access while getting dressed. I couldn’t understand what had changed, but since I walked back into the room, Max couldn’t keep his hands off me. “Are you naked under this dress?” There was no need to ask as his hands did a naughty policeman frisk.

  “Um, no,” I giggled from the assault on my neck.

  “I don’t want anything under your dress. I want easy access.” It sounded like there was a smirking tone in that comment, but I couldn’t tell since his words were muffled by my neck that was well...being...muffled!

  “I am not going to dinner with my family with no bra and underwear. I’ll be self-conscious the whole night.”

  The protest didn’t go too far once I felt his hands unzip the dress, then unclasp and take off the bra. After zipping it back up, he went the other way and lazily searched for my underwear, but didn’t play there long enough for him to lose control or for me to feel satisfied. Damn!

  “Shall we forget dinner and get in bed?” The hell with dinner—we had an empty room and a large bed. Who wanted dinner?

  “No, let’s go.” He abruptly stopped his play, grabbed my hand and led us to the cozy Arts and Bungalow style restaurant. Seriously??? Looking nonchalant, he seemed to recover much faster than I did. I know my face was still flushed when we walked in.

  My brother never ceased to amaze me. Even on such short notice, he had us sitting at the chef’s table tonight. In order to get to this private room, we walked through the kitchen on immaculate hardwood floors and sat at a table which seated ten. Through the windows in this room, you could see the Pacific Ocean, and once seated, you could look into the gigantic kitchen outfitted in dark wood, marble and copper. Jake and Emily sat facing the kitchen, Sea-foam goddess sat next to Emily—chatting amicably, and William awkwardly waited for Laney. We joined the party and I sat on the other side of the table, facing Jake, and Max sat facing Emily. I listened to Sea-foam talk about her life in London, Paris and New York when all of a sudden, she broke into a blinding smile. After excusing herself, she stood up to greet none other than...Donovan!

  “Donovan...” she caressed those seven letters like a silk wrap around her body.

  Goddess and Donovan? Wha...??? I looked to my brother, who did not look back at me, and then to Emily, who nodded a barely-there yes. The two of them greeted each other with a brief kiss that somehow lingered. I know it sounds like a paradox, but I swear, that kiss went on and on even though their lips separated as immediately as it joined. It was way more than a kiss on the forehead, that’s for sure.

  “Laney,” William stood up and walked a short step to her. “You look beautiful tonight!” William was mesmerized by Laney’s surprisingly sexy blue dress that showcased her body and her eyes perfectly. Sexy was not a word I associated with my little cousin, but tonight, she was a bombshell. Now, I felt underdressed (and naked!). I hated feeling underdressed!

  “I didn’t realize I was dining with the Reid crew tonight.” Donovan walked over to shake my brother’s hand and kissed Emily on the cheek. He gave a curt nod to Max—who nodded back just as curtly—and introduced himself to William. “You must be the lucky man escorting our Delaney.”

  “Yes Sir, I am the lucky one.” Laney looked a bit apprehensive and somewhat unhappy.

  Our conversation followed the ebb and flow of dinner service. At times, we were all animatedly talking about some topic, and at other times, we all went into our own private conversations. Our conversation was a debauched one, expressed more with our eyes and our hands than with words. Since that brief make-out session back in the hotel room, Max took up where we left off, here in the dining room. It started with a casual holding of the hands. Then it progressed to his arm draped around my arm, with erratic and incidental caresses behind my back. His fingers made continuous brushstroke-like sweeps along my neck. And the butterfly kisses on my head, side of my face and neck almost became sensory overload. It was as though he was marking his territory in front of Donovan. Not that it was necessary, as Donovan didn’t give me a second look. His attention was solely focused on Sea-foam, and from time to time on Laney, since she sat directly in front of him.

  My boyfriend was raising my temperature in the already hot dining room.

  “Back in undergrad, Donovan and I used to drive down here often and eat in the kitchen. The chef created a small bar area in the corner for us, and while everyone was busy cranking out meals, the three of us drank and ate like kings and queens,” Jake explained to Emily, while the rest of us listened in. “I think we must have spent almost every weekend here, our senior year.”

  “So you’ve all known each other for a while,” I added.

  “Yeah, you could say that...” the three of them—Jake, Donovan and Kate—laughed.

  “How could you afford to eat and sleep here every weekend?” Emily inquired.

  Both men stared at Kate. She voiced a stirring laugh. Even her laugh was hot. “These boys, or at least at the time they were boys, stayed at my place. I have a residence here.”

  Emily didn’t look happy with that info, and I, too, might have not been happy, had I not had other things on my mind. At this point, Max has his hand on my thigh, just under my dress and his long fingers were exploring. I took great pains to quietly scootch my chair in, so no one would notice our bawdy behavior at the dinner table. His chuckling eyes met my pleading ones.

  When I looked up to see if anyone noticed our 50-shadiness, Jake was busy whispering into Emily’s ears—no doubt reassuring her that he wasn’t as much of a playboy as he appeared (good luck with that!), Donovan and Goddess were in an uber-serious conversation, and Laney...oh Laney...she did not look good. Her face turned pale white (if that was possible on her already milky white skin) and William looked worried.

  “I’m okay, William. I think I’ll just go outside for some fresh air.”

  Her abrupt statement stopped Max’s finger-play. Aargh!

  “I’ll go with you,” he stood up, immediately.

  She kind of ignored him and just walked out. Emily got up and followed her, while Jake reassured William that his fairy princess would be fine.

  “William, would you like more wine?” Jake played host.

  “Oh, no thank you. I need to drive back home tonight. I’ll stop at this one glass.”

  “Speaking of, don’t you think you’re drinking too much for someone who has to drive home tonight?” I sounded like Donovan’s mother.

 
; “Who says I’m driving home tonight?” Donovan challenged me to counter that statement.

  Okay...that shut me up.

  Jake moved over to Emily’s chair, and the threesome had a lively conversation about their college days. William took off to see if he could find Laney, and Max and I were left in our corner, alone. Max turned his back towards the threesome and paid sole attention to me. With wicked eyes laughing, he replayed the elevator scene from 50 Shades. You all know what I’m talking about? Yep, that scene where Christian takes Ana to a celebratory dinner at his club and commits a public indecency in the elevator? Well, for us, it was under a dinner table, and though it was short-lived with Emily and William walking back in sooner than we’d hoped (damn you two!), Max had had his finger on my pulse!

  Dinner done, we all separated for our respective rooms. I was so hot and bothered by the play-action under the table, I could care less which direction Donovan and Kate went. I just needed a room...a private room. I truly contemplated shelling out another $695 so we could be alone tonight, or maybe begging Nick to room with Laney for one night.

  “I guess it’s goodnight, sleep well?” I asked in front of my room.

  “We’re not sleeping tonight,” was the answer I got as he opened my door. “I moved Laney into the other room earlier today. We have unfinished business...”

  Is it plagiarism if I leave you with, “Laters, Baby!?!”

  March 4, 2013 Deed...DONE!

  A married girlfriend once told me that she complained to her husband about the fact that he wasn’t Christian Grey. Her exact words, “Why can’t you be more like Christian Grey? He can go 4-5 times back to back!” Her husband’s response? “That’s why they call it fucking fiction!”

  I laughed at her and thought honestly, can anyone—man or woman—possibly go at it that many times? Wouldn’t the girl be sore? What about UTI’s? Well, to my delight, I got my answer this past weekend at the Montage. I take it I have your interest?

  When I last left you, Max had pushed Laney into the other room upon learning that Nick was spending the night with a friend in San Diego. Unbeknownst to me, Max was doing more than watching ESPN while I went shopping. When we got back into the room, chilled champagne, soft music and even dessert were waiting for us—not that any of it was necessary.

  “I believe this night is long overdue?”

  Hell yes!

  “I hope you’re well rested because I plan to see the sunrise with you.”

  “You sure you’re not going to fall asleep?” No...I didn’t say this aloud. It was only a question in my head. Do you think I’m stupid?

  We immediately got busy and were unevenly clothed as it only took one short unzipping to get me nekkid.

  “You’re gorgeous,” said the lust-drunk man.

  “And you’re fully clothed,” said the happy to be the object of a lust-drunk man, woman.

  I know you’ve heard me say, “What happened next was straight from...” before, but I swear, what happened next was straight from that little known novel with the number 50 in it. To be positive that I wasn’t imagining our first time to be almost a duplicate of Christian and Ana’s first time, I went back, read, and reread those scenes.

  You all remember Ana’s first night at Escala? Remember how her first explosion happened in what I thought was a not very believable way? Well was I wrong! I had no idea that my girlfriends were so sensitive.

  Here is the first weird parallel that had me moaning and gasping, but also thinking that somehow, I was cast as Ana in the upcoming movie, and Max was cast as CG.

  “You’re so beautiful, Jane,” he mouthed as his fingers, hands, and mouth were all over my almost C cup and he was relentless in getting his fill. I would definitely say he was a boobie man. Not long into his demonstrations, Ana’s words of “Oh, please” were on the tip of my tongue when in a very CG voice, Max says, “Let it go, Baby!” If I hadn’t exploded at that moment from sheer shock of his alpha-maleness, I would have died laughing at his CG imitation.

  He didn’t give me more than a second of recovery time when the elevator scene resurfaced and his fingers began their exploration, and the words “Oh, please,” came back to the tip of my tongue when my tongue wasn’t tied up with Max’s. Max kept telling me how I looked beautiful while in the throes, and I didn’t pay much attention to it until he said, “You are so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine.” That would have freaked me out, once again, but the tidal wave was about to come crashing down and I didn’t want to miss it.

  Right as things were about to get even better, he took away his finger and left me hanging. But no sooner did the finger leave, another body part stood tall, ready to take its place. I don’t know when all his clothes had come off, but somehow, like movie magic, he was about to enter my sanctuary when I uttered something that never should be uttered while having sex with a man. I mentioned another man’s name while in heat.

  “Oh my gosh, you’re just as good as Christian...maybe even better,” I moaned.

  “What???” Max stopped dead in his tracks.

  Uh-oh! Oh, um...I meant that as a compliment???

  “Did you just compare me to a past lover while I’m about to make love to you?”

  Crap! “No, no, no...you misunderstood...”

  “I don’t think so. I specifically heard a man’s name and it wasn’t mine.” Max pulled himself off me and started getting dressed.

  “Max! No! I...” What I did next was even stupider than calling out Christian’s name in the middle of our lovemaking. I laughed. OMG, I laughed so hard at my ridiculous situation while Max was pissed and half-dressed.

  “I’m going home,” he briskly said.

  “Come here,” I grabbed his arm and pulled him back on the bed. “Let me explain.”

  Initially he wasn’t too obliging, but he grudgingly sat while I went to get my Kindle. I turned to the middle of chapter eight and started reading the passage to him starting from the good part where Christian begins to undress Ana, and then gets busy.

  “You see...Christian Grey is a character from 50 Shades of Grey, and he’s this BDSM sex god that just about every woman fantasizes about. The ways you’ve pleasured me so far, and some of the things you’ve said have been textbook 50. I thought maybe you’d read the book and were taking a page from CG.” I tried to contain my laugh.

  Somewhat chuckling, Max just stared at me. “A BDSM sex god, huh? Is that what you’ve fantasized about all this time while you were with me?”

  Generally I fantasize about CG when you aren’t with me...but I wasn’t going to tell him that either.

  Max slapped me hard on my rear end and pulled me on top of him in bed. “Read me more of that book. And I only want the good stuff.”

  And so the night flew by as we role-played Christian and Ana.

  The first time sex scene—Yep! Did that. And in the same order.

  The first bathtub scene—Yep! I got an A on that one. My CG said that I performed even better than Ana did.

  The tit-for-tat scene right after I earned my A...Oh yeah! He got an A+ for that scene. I had to give him an A+ because he didn’t stop after the first time, but he went on and on and on till I cried mercy.

  For good measure, Max threw in a few “You smell so good” and “Come for me, Jane,” for laughs.

  We did end up “chasing the dawn” together between laughing, making love and talking.