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Authors: Aimie Grey

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Never to Love (31 page)

“You still want to get one out of the way before I fuck your ass?” I asked, layering my tone with as much dominance as I could.

Thomas nodded or, at least, tried to since I still had his head pinned to the bench.

“You want my pussy?” Loosening my grip slightly, his nod was more pronounced this time.

“Too bad.” I climbed off of him, and he began to follow. “Stay right there or you won’t get to come at all.”

Instantly, he returned to his back and was almost where I wanted him.

“Scoot down until that sexy ass of yours is at the edge.”

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, finally finding his voice when he was in position.

Nowhere near ready to have that particular conversation with him, I said, “If you don’t shut the fuck up now, I’m going to tie you down and make you watch as I get myself off with the cock you want up your ass.” That gave me the best fucking idea ever, but it meant we’d have to have at least a one-sided version of the dreaded talk.

“I’m clean. I went to get tested a few weeks ago.” His pale blue eyes smoldered. “The results are in my bag. Do you trust me?” It seemed as if he wanted to go bare, but a moment later, indecision marred his features. I completely understood. It was a huge step to take, and I wasn’t sure what my answer would be if the question were reversed.

Wanting to speak but remembering my threat, he kept his mouth tightly closed. “You may answer.”

“I know I asked if you were on the pill, but now that I think about it, I’m not sure if I’m ready to take that risk. Nothing is one hundred percent effective.” Soon enough, he’d find out his assumption was wrong. “I trust you completely when you say you’re clean. I’m clean, too.”

“That’s all I asked.” I had to be certain, though. “Just to be clear, you’re okay with swapping bodily fluids as long as it is guaranteed not to result in pregnancy?”

When he nodded, I kneeled between his feet and sucked him down in one long swallow. Still unable to keep him in my mouth for any stretch of time, I alternated between blowing him and jerking his cock with my hand.

When his eyes began to glaze over and I was wetter than I could remember ever being, I gave him the fabricated cock and climbed over him again, this time in a sixty-nine position.

“Fuck my pussy with it,” I ordered. Leaning forward, I sucked on a couple of my fingers and then took the big cock back into my mouth.

His hole quivered as I teased the rim with my fingertips while he plunged the substitute dick in and out of my body. When his legs spread a little wider and his weight shifted to give me better access, I knew he was ready for the next step.

My spit-slickened fingers invaded his ass, and as his muscles began to loosen up, I spread them apart to stretch him wider. I considered adding a third finger, but without actual lube, it might’ve pushed the boundaries of pain a little too far.

After removing my fingers, I reached behind me and took the fake cock by the balls. Although it was tricky, I managed to keep it in place as I got back on my feet.

“Stand up and bend over the dresser,” I commanded, pointing to the waist-high chest of drawers sitting against the closest wall.

When he was in position, I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and shoved three fingers in its place. After they were good and wet, I swapped them for the toy. One by one, I worked my slick fingers into his ass until he begged me to fuck him.

Wearing a pair of my tallest shoes, I pulled the cock from my pussy and turned it around, sliding it into place the way it was designed to fit.

“Spread your ass.” Without hesitation, he put his weight on his chest and reached behind him, opening himself up for me in a way he hadn’t for anyone else.

With one hand, I held onto his hip, and I guided the head of the fake cock to his hole with the other.

“I want to see you,” he said as I teased his opening.

“No.” There was no way I’d let him see me with a dick sticking out between my legs.

“Please?” he asked in a breathlessly needy voice.

“I said no.” Pushing with both my hand and hips, Thomas gasped as the tip of the dildo breached his ass. Wanting to give him time to adjust, I didn’t push forward any farther, but I couldn’t help undulating against the parts that were rubbing me in all the right places.

Ready for more, Thomas rocked his hips backward. I pushed in slowly, watching his tight ring of muscle stretch around the shaft, instinctively trying to close but unable to with the solid cock in its way. With each spasm, his body tried to push me out, which had the opposite effect of allowing me to sink in deeper.

Without a source of replenishment, the natural lubricant began to dry up, so I reached for the bottle I’d stashed on the shelf next to me. When I pulled out slowly, I drizzled the clear liquid along the length of the shaft and then slid back in.

“Oh, God.” His words were carried on a guttural moan. Taking my time, I long dicked him for a while, letting him feel every inch of the dildo sliding in and out of his ass as I enjoyed the steady rocking inside me and the friction against my clit. When he couldn’t take it much longer, he reached for his cock.

“No hands.” I leaned over and swatted his arm. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time we would play like this, but I felt a deep-seated need to see how far I could take him without anything touching his cock.

Changing the angle of my thrusts, I studied his reactions until he cried out, letting me know I nailed his sweet spot. Steadily increasing both the pace and force of my attack, it wasn’t long before he was a writhing mess, begging me to let him come.

When I couldn’t wait another moment, I carefully pulled the toy out of both of us and then quickly switched our positions. Three thrusts into my pussy later, we both shattered into the most intense orgasm either of us had ever experienced.

Collapsing into a heap of bodies on the bench, we fought to catch our breath. By the time I realized what I’d done, Thomas was nearly asleep.

“Thomas,” I whispered, shaking him a little.

“Tired…” he complained.

“We need to talk before I panic and flee.”

Having gotten his attention, he sat up and settled me onto his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I… I forgot to give you a condom earlier.”

All color drained from his face, but after a few moments, his expression changed to one of determination.

“It wasn’t just you; I didn’t think of it either.” Gently stroking my cheek, his face softened as the rest of his color returned. “You really trusted me enough to believe me when I told you I was clean? I didn’t even tell you how long ago I’d been tested or offer to show you the results.”

“It was the heat of the moment…” I deflected.

“We’ve been in the heat of the moment more times than I can count, and you’ve never forgotten before. Whether you realized it or not, you trusted me to keep you safe.”

“I’m sorry I forgot,” I said, deflecting once again, unable or maybe unwilling to admit he was right. I replayed our safe sex conversation in my mind before coming to a disturbing realization. “Holy fuck. I never told you if I was on birth control or not. According to your logic, that means you trust me, but you said yourself nothing is one hundred percent effective.”

“I trust you,” he said as if letting the depth of the words sink in for the first time. “You probably don’t want another kid any more than I do, right?”

“Another? I don’t have any.”

“Yes, you do. I hope this doesn’t scare you, but the other day Colton told me that you’re the best mom he’s ever had.” Thomas’s lips brushed against the top of my head. “Whether you want to admit it or not, he’s kind of adopted you.” His arms tightened around me in a comforting embrace. “If you do end up pregnant, you’d be an amazing mom to both of our kids. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather raise my kids with.”

My heart dropped. “Do you want another child someday?” I asked, keeping my face hidden against his chest.

“Colton is more than enough for me, but if you want to have another one in a few years, or if we have an accident, I’d be okay with it.” He pulled away a little to get me to look at him. “If you get baby fever tomorrow, please don’t try for a premeditated ‘oops’ baby. Tell me and we’ll figure out the best way to make it happen together.”

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Thomas’s body went stock-still around me. “Oh, shit. Are you already pregnant?”

“No. Just the opposite, actually.”

The man relaxed. “Then what do you need to tell me? Isn’t the opposite of pregnant, not pregnant?”

“It’s physically impossible for me to get pregnant.” Wanting to get it all out without interruption, I continued, “When I was in high school, I had a benign tumor in my uterus. The doctor was able to remove it, but at my next checkup, they discovered two more had started to form. I ended up having a partial hysterectomy before I was eighteen. I got pierced because I had trouble orgasming for a while after that and thought it might help. I eventually figured it out.”

I looked up to gauge his reaction. When I found his expression hadn’t changed, I added, “Your swimmers are hitting a brick wall as we speak. If you want, you can come with me to the doctor sometime. They can prove it to you with an ultrasound. I still have my ovaries, but my vagina is a dead-end road.

“If I ever did get baby fever, which I don’t see ever happening, it would take a surrogate or an adoption attorney, and a hell of a lot of work, time, and money. There would be nothing ‘oops’ about it.”

“Wow,” he said on an exhale.

“Are you disappointed?”

“God, no. You really are my perfect woman.” Lifting me to my feet, he said, “Go get your purse.”

I followed him into the bedroom and pulled one of his big T-shirts over my head before making my way to the coat closet. I wasn’t offended by his request; my mother had always told me, “Trust but verify.”

When I returned to the room a minute later, Thomas was still naked except for a piece of paper tented over his cock.

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to his little campsite.

“Come see for yourself.”

Handing him the printout I’d received from the doctor, I plucked the paper covering his happy dick and then straddled his hips.

“I want to do this the right way. We trusted each other to go bare without seeing these, but this is an important decision. I want everything out in the open so there is never any doubt.”

How did he know what I needed, even when I didn’t?

“Now, young lady, I do believe you owe me your ass.”

“A deal is a deal.” Rolling onto my back, I pulled him with me and crushed my lips to his.

EPILOGUE

Thomas

Months of planning finally came to fruition as dozens of millionaires walked the red carpet with their checkbooks in hand. Someone needed to come up with a better metaphor for “ready to spend money.” How many people still wrote checks? “Credit cards in hand” didn’t fit in this instance because it would be rude to make a charitable organization pay the merchant fees on a million-dollar donation. But not everyone was polite, and some people really wanted those airline miles.

My inane mental ramblings came to a sudden halt when the moment I’d been waiting for all evening finally arrived. Moving as quickly as I could without breaking into a run, I made my way to the limo as it pulled up next to the curb. Before the driver had time to make her way around the vehicle, I was already opening the door.

Adding to the spirit of the event, Drew and Sam, Marina and Tate’s bodyguards, took their pre-arranged positions beside me. Playing it up for the children, they made themselves look even more badass than usual by donning visible earpieces in addition to their black suits and the dark glasses they wore to shield their eyes from the afternoon sun.

As I held the door, Drew leaned in and helped a little girl out of the car. After ushering the child over to Sam and repeating the process three more times, Drew stayed back to “guard” the children with Sam while I offered my hand to each of the parents. Even though it was a stretch limo, the number of people exiting made it seem more like a clown car.

When the children, parents, and a representative from the wish-granting foundation were all accounted for, I waved my hand into the open door, indicating it was time for the next person to come out.

Knowing any offer of help would embarrass him in front of his “date,” I stood back while Colton easily bounded to the sidewalk. Once he was out, he turned and held out his hand to help Peyton step out of the car.

I had yet to decide if his little crush was icky or not. On paper, Peyton was his cousin, but they weren’t biologically related in any way. Technically, she was the niece of my adopted brother’s wife, and they hadn’t known each other that long. As Juli kept reminding me, they were third graders, so I had nothing to worry about.

“I hate this dress,” the little tomboy complained. “Why couldn’t I have worn pants, too?”

“I think you look pretty,” Colton replied like the gentleman I was trying to raise him to be. Peyton didn’t respond but no longer seemed upset about her formalwear as Madison and Sawyer escorted them into the hotel.

At long last, there was only one person left in the car, and all I could do was stand there and stare while my pants tightened. “Are you gonna help me, or would you prefer I flash everyone?” Her naughty smile wasn’t helping the situation in my pants at all.

When I moved in close enough to block her from everyone else’s view, she briefly spread her legs to give me a sample of what would end up all over the Internet if we weren’t careful.

As I stood there in horny shock, she grabbed onto my arm and managed to exit the car without showing the world what was mine. Hunting down and killing every person who saw would have taken a lot of time and effort, so I was grateful she’d managed to keep everything covered up.

I closed the car door, but instead of moving away, I crowded Juli against it. “You look beautiful tonight,” I whispered in her ear. “Insanely fuckable. I can’t believe you’re free-balling it under that dress.”

“That would be accurate if I had balls, but I don’t.” Just as I thought my dick had reached its maximum capacity, she added, “Not at the moment, anyway.” Her husky voice was full of promise for things to come. It had been a while since we’d played with the strapless strap-on, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

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