Dare To Be Wild (26 page)

“Let me go hop in the shower first,” he told her, once again stopping all forward progress.

“It's okay. You're fine.”

“It's been a long day. You know…all the traveling and everything.”

Apparently, Bobby had turned into a clean freak since they'd last met.

“Okay. I'll come wash your back,” Livia offered, trying desperately to get back to feeling grown and sexy.

“Uh, I'll be quick and then you can jump in and then…baby, I'm going to seriously make up for lost time.”

Okay, two for two.
Livia tried to quickly think of something else to keep the sting of another rejection show up on her face. Mitchell's face pressed up against hers as he fucked her in the bathroom immediately did the trick. It definitely made her feel better knowing how much she'd turned that handsome stranger on.

Bobby was true to his word about being quick. In less than fifteen minutes, they were both freshly showered, and between the sheets.

“My God, you're beautiful,” he said, paying homage to her ears, neck and shoulders with his tongue. His mouth traveled across the pillowy tops of her breasts and down toward her nipples. He gave both a squeeze and pushed them together to take a long look. His curious attention to her manmade mammaries brought back the self-conscious feelings Livia thought she'd left in the Caribbean.

“These are beautiful…”

“But?”

“…but I would have never taken you for the fake boobs type.”

“I'm not, but sometimes life has a way of making decisions for you,” Livia explained while avoiding the “C” word.

A look of concern overtook Bobby's face as the reality of what Livia hadn't said penetrated his brain. “Livi, I'm so sorry.”

“No need to be. The hard times are over. Just rainbows ahead of me. So let's forget about all that and get back to the subject at hand,” she said, taking his palm and placing it over her breasts to
emphasis her point. Livia was trying hard to stay in the mood, but every little thing seemed to distract Bobby and pull him out of the moment.

“You always were an amazing kisser,” she told him.

“I had the best student in the world. I'm looking forward to seeing what lessons tonight will bring.”

Okay, so you're still in student/teacher mode,
Livia talked to him through her eyes.
Well, I might school you on a few things my damned self.

“What's going on in that head of yours, pretty girl?”

“Not much. I was thinking about how much I'm going to enjoy doing what I wished I'd done when we were in your bedroom the night your parents were at the O'Jays concert.”

“And exactly what was that?”

“Having your rock-hard dick, balls deep in pink,” Livia announced, channeling her inner nasty girl, and placing her hand on his dick. It jumped with glee while his face registered the shock of his little Livi Girl's potty mouth. Livia wanted to take them back as soon as the words left her mouth. Clearly, Bobby was not into smut talk.

“Shhh,” was his only reply as he pounced on her body with full force. He may not have wanted to hear her intentions but they obviously matched his own. In one swoop, Livia was on her back, looking up at the man to whom she had given her heart but not her virginity.

“Wait,” Livia said, pushing him away.

“What? I thought this is what you wanted.”

“I do, but we need to use a condom.”

“Livi Girl, it's me. We don't need a rubber. I want to feel you all the way, like I never got to way back then.”

Livia was so tempted not to insist that he sheath his shaft, but rational thought won out. She may have known and loved him
years ago, but she had no idea where this dick had been between then and now. “Sorry. No cover, no lover,” she repeated Aleesa's words to him. Livia was not trying to become a sad statistic.

She quickly got up and retrieved the condoms from her coat pocket. On the way back to bed she tore open the wrapper and quickly rolled it onto his dick. With safety behind her, she laid her head on the pillow. She smiled up at him, ready to receive her lover.

“Spread your legs more,” he said, his tone getting gruffer as the tip of his dick kissed the slit between her legs.

Livia, back in the subservient seat, did as she was told. Without any pomp or damn circumstance Bobby pushed his dick into her. As his rod rubbed up against the nooks and crannies of her coochie, she waited for the pangs of pleasure to appear. Bobby kept pumping and with every few strokes he hit the right spot and Livia tried to encourage him by verbally enunciating her pleasure.

“Oh that feels so good,” she said, though what she really craved was a good pussy licking.

Again, Bobby's response was to shush her as he went about the business of laying his pipe. “Come up more,” he demanded, scooping her butt into his hands and pushing it toward his driving cock.

As Livia was trying to adjust and get into the moment, Quincy was enjoying the hell out of their session. She started to perspire, letting her sultry sweat drip down his member and between Livia's legs. Excitedly, Quincy pumped against him, wanting to feel the full force of his primitive fucking.

“Yeah, faster!” he shouted. “Go faster.”

While Quincy dutifully picked up the pace, Livia excused herself from the moment to assess the situation. As much as she tried not to, she couldn't help comparing and contrasting this moment with the last time she'd had sex. Her mind took her back to Mitchell's arms where she'd felt sexy and alive and unfettered by another
person's judgments or her own self-conscious feelings. With Mitchell and his anything-goes attitude, having sex became her delicious right. In stark contrast, Bobby's negative reaction to her spontaneous come-on had clipped her wings and left her once again feeling like having sex was her duty, not her delight.

Bobby continued his aggressive fucking, complete with escalating grunts and position-altering directions. His lovemaking style was rough and aggressive, but not in a good way. Even in their brief affair, Mitchell had showed her the magic of combining intensity with nuance. Clearly, Bobby had yet to learn that sometimes hard fucking was just fucking hard.

“Close your legs some,” he told her. Livia looked up, trying to make eye contact, but his eyes were closed. In her detached state, Livia felt like she was having an out-of-body experience of sorts, observing and mentally commenting on the action at hand. Mitchell had certainly been forceful in expressing his wants and needs, and yet his demands, unlike Bobby's, were wrapped in an irresistible request.

Let it go,
Livia demanded of her memory. She had thought of Mitchell at least a thousand times since their island romp together, but this was the first time she'd had sex since then. Not only was bringing Mitchell into the bed with her and Bobby, rude and inappropriate, it was proving to be surprisingly painful too.

“Oh shit, baby, I'm about to give you some cum. You want this cum, baby?” Bobby grunted, clearly not caring if she wanted it or not.

Livia gave him a moaning “oooh and aaah,” happy for it to be over, but still wanting to be polite. Bobby's body went rigid on top of her as he ejaculated. Immediately after he came, without so much as a kiss or a thank you, he pulled himself out of her and headed into the bathroom.

Liv lay in bed and listened to the toilet flush and water running in the sink. Fantasy, she decided, was often better left unfilled.

“Here, so you can clean yourself up,” Bobby proclaimed as he handed her a box of tissues.

Livia didn't know how to react. She'd come to like the wet, sticky part after sex. It was now part of her sexual afterglow, because as Mitchell had pointed out, it was the sign of a job well done. Bobby seemed to be waiting for her to tidy up, so she slipped out of the other side of the bed and into the bathroom with her thoughts.

Talk about your douches.

“God, I needed that,” he called out from the other side of the wall.

Once again this evening, Livia found herself unsure how to react. Should she be insulted?

“Really?”

“Yes, now I can stop wondering what it would have been like between us,” Bobby revealed through his yawn.

That makes two of us.

“Me too,” Livi concurred, stopping her comments there. There was no reason to hurt his feelings by informing him that the fantasy of fucking him was exponentially better than the reality.

“If you don't mind me saying, you've learned a lot over the years, Livi Girl.”

If you only knew the half of it,
she thought as she came back into the room to find Bobby asleep in her bed.

Feeling disappointed and bored, she climbed into bed, careful to stay on her side. Funny, after sex with Mitchell, he couldn't get enough cuddling. Here with Bobby, she might as well be in bed by herself. That aching feeling of loneliness seeped back into her body. Only this time it was worse because she wasn't alone.

As Bobby quietly snored beside her, Livia mentally scratched
number eight, finding and fucking Bobby Jeffries, off the list. Lying there in the dark, with the city lights twinkling around her, she also came to recognize two telling and exceptionally pertinent things. One, past memories have an unfortunate way of growing into bigger and better recollections than the present realities; and two, whether she wanted to or not, erasing her memories of Mitchell was proving to be an impossible task.

S
urrounded by seventy-four anatomically perfect, fondant lilies, Livia sat sculpting the last flower needed to top Naomi Maddox's three-tier wedding/anniversary cake. She and her husband were renewing their vows tomorrow, and as she did for all of Naomi's big celebrations, Livia was creating the confectionary centerpiece.

The phone rang, and Livi continued working as Jasi's excited voice traveled through the Bluetooth and blitzed her ear.

“Hey, doll.”

“Where have you been? I haven't talked to you since after the Bobby debriefing, and that was three weeks ago.”

“I have been mega busy, which is why I need to talk to you.”

“What do you need?”

“A cake.”

“Well, this must be something. Isn't ShopRite your usual baker?”

“It is something, something big. I need a really special one.”

“Damn it, girl,
all
my cakes are special…oh wait…I know…you want me to make some nasty, erotic,
Lebanese
cake, don't you?” Liv joked.

“Oh shit, now that you mention it, we're going to need one of those, too—for the bachelorette party.”

“Jasi, what are you talking about?”

“I need you to bake one of those nasty,
Lebanese,
as you so stupidly put it, cakes
and
a wedding cake.”

“Wedding cake?” Livi repeated, putting down her tools so Jasi had her full attention.

“Yep, a
lesbian
wedding cake. Belinda and I are getting married!”

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Jasi, you're getting married!! I love Belinda. She is so damn cool, and perfect for you. When did this all happen?”

“At Sunday brunch.”

“WHAT! Not home with the folks, Sunday brunch.”

“The one and only.”

“So how did it go down? Tell me everything.”

“Well, I followed your advice. Well, actually
my
advice that you were wise enough to remember and give back at me. I took Belinda to brunch, and immediately without apology or looking for approval, introduced her as my girlfriend.”

“What did they say?”

“Well, at first they didn't get it, but I made it pretty clear when I announced that I was in love with her and I wanted to get married. That's when it got a little crazy.”

“Oh shit. I'm sure Ms. Harolyn lost her ever-loving mind.”

“This is where it gets crazy,” Jasi agreed. “But not the way you think. Mom said she always had a feeling that maybe I was ‘that way,' which is why she decided that I hadn't got married. She said she didn't want to say anything because maybe I didn't know myself.”

“So Mom knew all along, which makes her far more astute than the rest of us.”

“Apparently. I'm going back next weekend alone so we can talk about everything. I want to make sure everyone is all good.”

“Good idea, but back to brunch. What did your dad say?”

“My dad was really quiet throughout most of the meal. After we ate, he asked me to come upstairs for a minute, gave me a hug and said that if Belinda is who I wanted, and she made me happy, then
he was happy. He gave me my grandmother's ring and I went downstairs and immediately popped the question. Of course, she said yes—”

“Of course; she'd be a fool not to.”

“And my baby is no fool, which, of course, is another thing my mother loves. Her daughter is marrying a doctor! And here's the kicker, once Belinda told her that we were planning to have lots of babies, there was no way Harolyn couldn't fall in love, too!

“So, immediately, we had to sit down and plan the wedding. All she wanted me to promise was that I would wear a dress.”

“Are you?”

“Of course! If me wearing a dress is all my mother wants and needs to be happy about me marrying the love of my life, I'll wear a fucking hoop skirt!”

“So you need a cake.”

“That's what I said.”

“One with you in a big ole hoop skirt on top.”

“Funny. Nope, just flowers—purple irises—they're Belinda's favorite.”

“When's the wedding?”

“In two weeks at Sunday brunch. I know you usually have a waiting list for your cakes, but Liv, you've gotta hook us up. It will be a small affair at the house. Of course, all of you are invited, and you can bring a date,” Jasi said, the implication clear that she expected to see Bobby on Livia's arm.