We both needed to get off now. We both needed to reach our highest highs, to stave off the lust we had for one another for just a little bit longer. It didn’t take long. It never took long with her. She was my weakness, and I strongly believed I was the same for her. I gave her everything, her hot little pussy taking my full length. I shuddered my orgasm, and she was right there with me, her back arching, her ass jerking against me, her voice crying out in absolute pleasure.
All of it was damn near enough to get me hard and ready to take her again.
I held her tightly and enjoyed the serenity of the moment, the aftershocks of our bliss rolling through the both of us. Fuck, I wished I could have just held her forever.
Brea twisted away from me and looked down at the couch. “Oh,” she said breathily. “There are my panties. You washed them?”
“Of course.”
She smirked at me. “I would have thought you might sniff them and jerk off.”
“Why would I when I have the real thing right here?” I kissed her hard.
“We should probably get back to the party. I’m sure they’ll be missing you,” she said, going to the door.
I grabbed her, cupping her face. “Brea,” I said. “I’m serious about you. I want to be fully committed to you. You don’t have to answer now, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
* * *
The only problemwith being serious with Brea was my family. Wes and Liz were opening the mound of presents people had given them when Brea and I snuck back into Carter’s condo.
“And we have a…what is that?” my mother, who was taking notes on who gave what gift asked as she peered into the bag Liz had opened.
“It’s for after childbirth,” Ida said loudly. “You use those to clench everything back up. You just stick those balls up in your cooch and follow the exercises on the video. Once you get really good, you can shoot them out at a target. I’m thinking of starting a sports club just for that.”
My mother was silent for a moment, then my grandfather piped up. “I’ve seen her do it. It’s quite something. Dana!”
My cousin raised an eyebrow.
“You should do sex sports for your next reality TV show,” my grandfather suggested. “I know it couldn’t be on network TV, but I bet you would have a lot of people on internet pay per view!”
35
Brea
Thoughts of my paternity issue and of Mark were out of my mind for the next few days. Liz’s wedding was coming up, and I needed to finish her outfits. I sewed as much on the dress as I could without knowing Liz’s final measurements. I was going to fit the dress a few days before the wedding to make sure Liz looked her best. It was unfortunately dark outside when I sewed the last of the seed pearls on the hem. I blinked, my eyes dry from the artificial light.
I looked longingly at the luxury condo that a couple was touring on HGTV. So much natural daylight!
After carefully packing the dress away from the Roombas that were whirring outside, I browsed through my lingerie collection. I liked to gift a little extra something to my brides for the wedding night, and I was trying to decide which pattern I should make for Liz. Since Liz was pregnant, she probably wouldn’t want a sexy corset. However, the ruffled bridal bra-and-panty set might be fun. I pulled out the example set and examined it. It was super cute. There were embroidered phrases on it likeI don’t have a dirty mind, I have a sexy imaginationandIf you rip this off of me, you’re paying for it…with your mouth!
I shivered slightly, remembering Mark’s mouth on me. He had been working late the last few days, and I had had wedding planning and sewing to do, and I missed him. I didn’t just miss him for sex; I missed being around him and the banter and teasing and how protective he was.
“Girl,” I told my reflection in the mirror, “don’t go down that road.” As much as Mark had said he cared about me, I still wasn’t wholly convinced that this was going to be more than a fling. I had seen the type of women who were at that couples shower: well-dressed and from good families. They all knew Mark, and he knew them.
But he didn’t know me. I couldn’t even imagine him meeting my parents. As much as I loved my dads, I hated to admit it, but Memphis Eve was right…they were eccentric. An outsider might call them crazy.
I let my mind wander and tried to envision a wedding between me and Mark. On his side would be well-dressed, well-groomed, rich high-society types. On my side would be my very loyal friends and fellow businesswomen of course. But there would also be my two dads. Todd, to his credit, did own a suit. However, it was bedazzled in sequins in a gold-and-black tiger-stripe pattern. He’d found it at a thrift store, fallen in love, and begged me to restore it. There was only so much I could do to patch moth holes and cigarette burns, but I’d done it. My other dad had taken to wearing capes and robes. He had recently read the Harry Potter books and had gone all in. Memphis Eve and my mother obviously wouldn’t attend. So that left the army of Roombas to fill out the bride’s side of the chapel.
“Yeah, that’s never going to happen,” I told myself. “This thing with Mark is just going to be about me living out my romance-novel fantasies. Good-looking billionaire, hot, steamy sex. Yes please!”
I wriggled into the lingerie set and snapped some quick selfies. I did my best Betty Boop pose—butt out, tits up, kissy face, and bedroom eyes. I sent them to Mark.
Brea:Here’s my little sewing project.
I smirked as I sent Mark the picture. He had tried so hard with the dinosaur. It was adorable.
Ugh, stop getting attached to him. You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak.
