Stocky & Sumptuous

by Mary E Thompson

  He slid a finger inside me, drawing it in and out slowly. When he thrust his fingers in deep and hard, I gasped.

  “Yes,” I moaned, my head spinning. I was close, getting closer with each passing second.

  His hand on my thigh pressed me wider. He added another finger and pushed me closer to the edge. My hands went to his head, pulling him in tighter. He pressed his tongue against my clit, and everything inside tightened. He flicked it, and everything released in a delicious flood.

  “Oh, yes! Hunter! Yes!” I shouted, over and over. My hips bucked and I clutched him, keeping him where I needed him as I came. When I finally collapsed back against the bed, Hunter rose and stripped off his clothes, sliding on a condom and plunging deep inside me.

  “One day,” he grunted, his eyes pinning me to the bed, “I want to be inside you without this condom. I want to feel you come on my cock. Just you and me, Vicki.”

  My heart cracked, split open, and rolled over, exposing its tender belly. He knew what I wanted. He knew I wanted kids. That I wanted a family. And in my mind, he just said he wanted the same thing. He wanted me. He wanted to make a baby with me. Was that real?

  I stopped thinking when he spread my legs wide, holding my ankles. He thrust in deeper, hitting me in a new and oh, my God, better place. My pulse kicked up, and my breathing faltered.

  Hunter tore his eyes from where we were joined to my face when I clamped around him. His grin said he knew exactly what he was doing, and he liked it as much as I did. He spread my legs further apart, then cupped my knees. He wrapped my legs around his back and drove in deeper, harder. I moaned. I panted. I whimpered.

  Then I came.

  My orgasm triggered something in him. He fucked me harder, driving in deep enough that I could feel him all the way to my throat. It radiated inside me, Hunter filling me. Taking over every inch of my body. Claiming me as his. Ruining me for every other man I’d ever even think about. I knew I was done. I knew there was no going back.

  I was in love with him.

  Hunter slid out of me and disappeared into my bathroom. While he was gone, I tried to calm my racing heart. Everything Peyton and my friends said the night before came rushing back. Giving him power over me, letting him do what he wanted and forgiving him. He was late for our date, because of work, and instead of breaking up with him and telling him I never wanted to see him again, I slept with him.

  Every other guy I dated, I told to shove off when he put work first. I understood things came up, but I didn’t tolerate being treated like I didn’t matter. I knew I wasn’t always going to be first for a guy, but I needed to know when he had to put work first. Being blown off showed me how little I mattered.

  Yet, I welcomed Hunter into my bed.

  The bathroom door opened and he stepped back into my room. He was still gloriously naked, with his blue eyes watching me. I scanned his body, my own heating again at the sight of him. He crawled into bed with me, pulling me tight against him and pressed his face into my neck. He kissed me there, his hair tickling my nose. He cupped my butt and threw a leg over mine.

  “I meant it, you know,” he whispered, pulling back to look in my eyes. “What I said.”

  Emotion clogged my throat. I could only nod. He pressed our bodies flush together and tucked my head under his chin. We laid like that until we both fell asleep, holding each other.

  The next morning, Hunter woke me up for a quickie before I had to get ready for work. He joined me in the shower, getting down on his knees and making me scream. Since he didn’t bring a condom in, I got down on my knees and returned the favor, but we both agreed we’d have to try out shower sex one day.

  As we got dressed, I asked, “Am I going to see you this weekend?”

  He sighed, and I held my breath. “I don’t know. I have a lot of work to finish up, and the weekend is pretty much the only time I can do it with the work going on during the week.”

  “Okay,” I said, not really feeling it. “Well, let me know if you have any free time.”

  I forced a smile for him, but he saw right through it. He walked over and cupped my jaw, bringing my lips to his. He kissed me gently, a delicate press of our mouths together. When he pulled back, he brought me to his chest.

  “I want to see you. This isn’t me pulling away or putting work ahead of you or being a workaholic. This show is coming up quickly. If it weren’t for that…”

  “I know,” I whispered against his chest. I tried to understand. It was a big deal. But what about the next show at his gallery? Or the next time he was invited to be a part of a show? What would happen then?

  He kissed me again, pushing all thoughts of what if out of my head. I lost myself in him, enjoying whatever time I got. I enjoyed breakfast and our kiss goodbye before I left for work. And I knew I’d enjoy any time I got with him, because I loved him. And that’s what you did when you loved someone.

  Right?

  Chapter 19

  Abby taped paper over her windows Tuesday night so no one could see inside. When I pulled up with Olivia, she was more than a little scared, but I assured her there weren’t any strippers making an appearance and that it was just for privacy.

  When we walked in the door, everyone was already there. Drew and Xander let me leave after lunch so I could help Abby get everything ready. When I left to pick up Olivia, so she could drink and not worry about driving home, Charlie was just getting there with the desserts she’d baked, deciding to bake at Bite Me! instead.

  It was strange to walk into SkinnyCakes and smell something other than sugar. We ordered dinner from Nicolino’s for the night so we could enjoy dinner along with all the desserts.

  And plenty of wine.

  “Wow,” Olivia breathed. She covered her mouth and laughed. “Are those panties on the fans?”

  I looked up and nodded. “Yep. You’re lucky, too. Those weren’t easy to get up there.”

  “You guys are crazy,” she said with a grin that told me she was thrilled with everything. “It smells so good.”

  “Good,” I said, ushering her forward. “Because we have enough food for dinner for all the guys, too.”

  “Aw, that’s so sweet.”

  “We knew they’d all be hungry without their regular girls’ night cupcakes, so we ordered enough so everyone could take food home.”

  “Wow,” she breathed, her eyes landing on the tables of gifts. “Are those for me?”

  I laughed and nodded. “Of course. You didn’t think this was just an excuse to get together, did you?”

  Abby guided Olivia to one of the tables and handed her a glass of wine. We all filled glasses and raised them in a toast.

  “To Olivia and Ethan,” I said. “May tonight’s gifts keep him drooling for many years to come!”

  The others cheered and yelled, making Olivia laugh. “Here, here!” she said, and the party was on.

  We ate dinner and played silly games. My favorite was Pin the Thong on the Stud. Charlie won that one, insisting it was because she could always find her stud in the dark. Abby shook her head and plugged her ears, not wanting to hear about her brother’s sex life.

  After we ate, Abby told us we had another game to play that involved everyone having a glass of wine. “It’s a version of I’ve Never. But since this is a bachelorette party, it has to be wedding related items.”

  “But I’ve never been married,” Tara argued.

  “Yes, but you’ve been to weddings.”

  Tara pouted but agreed.

  “Okay, I’ll start,” Abby said. “I’ve never had sex at a wedding. If you have, you have to drink.”

  Sam and Carrie both drank, peering over the edges of their cups, then laughing when they realized they were the only two.

  “Okay, now one of you does the next one,” Abby explained.

  “I’ve never,” they both began together then laughed.

  “I’ve never been in a limo,” Sam said.

  “Seriously?”

  “No way.”
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  Sam shrugged. “We didn’t have one for the wedding, and I’ve never been in one for any other reason.”

  “Didn’t someone have a limo?”

  “We did,” Lexi said. “But Sam wasn’t in my wedding. Sorry, hun.”

  Sam waved her off. “We can’t all be. Now drink, bitches!”

  We laughed and half of us drank. Mandy jumped in next.

  “I’ve never eloped,” she teased with a pointed look at Claire.

  “We didn’t elope.”

  “Really?” Mandy deadpanned. “You got married in Vegas without anyone else there. You may not have planned it, but you definitely eloped.”

  “Drink, drink, drink!” everyone chanted.

  Claire laughed and took a sip of her wine. “Okay, fine. I’ve never… slept with a guy on our first date.”

  “Oh, come on!” Mandy protested. Claire just smirked.

  We were all surprised when Olivia and Peyton, who Olivia insisted join us, lifted their glasses with Mandy’s.

  “Oh, no,” Abby yelled. “You two aren’t getting away without a story.”

  They both laughed through stories of exes gone wrong and Olivia took the next one.

  “I’ve never had sex in a car.”

  “Oh, you rat! I never should have told you that.”

  The others gawked at me as I drank. Then they demanded the story.

  We talked and drank and laughed for hours. Peyton and Olivia’s friends from work blended in with the rest of us like they’d been there all along. When Peyton went to help Charlie with the cupcake cake she made, I knew Peyton would become a constant at girls’ nights in the future.

  “You’re kidding me,” Sam said, laughing. She pointed at Charlie and Peyton, hysterical.

  It took me a minute, but I finally figured out what Sam was laughing at. Peyton and Charlie were carrying a large board with cupcakes arranged in the shape of a penis.

  “Oh, my God! That’s awesome, Charlie!”

  “Why thank you,” she said with a grin.

  We all circled the board, admiring the cupcake penis.

  “I never thought I’d want a cock as much as I want Brady’s,” Sam said with a dirty look.

  Everyone laughed. “You’re bad.”

  Sam shook her head. “You were thinking it, too!”

  Carrie agreed. “Well, since the other cock I want isn’t here, I’m getting a penis cupcake. Ha! A cock-cake!”

  We all laughed and dug in, devouring the Charlie’s cock-cakes. We drank more wine, well, they did, and ate more sweets. Tara said, “We need to open presents!”

  “Oh, yeah. Olivia needs to show us everything. Then we can all tease Ethan.”

  “Oh, gosh you guys, he’s not going to find that funny.”

  “That’s the best part,” Sam teased. “Brady’s the same way. That’s why they get along so well.”

  “They do,” Olivia said. We guided her to a chair and spun chairs around so we could watch her open all her gifts. “He always tells me how amazed he was to find men he could actually get along with.”

  “We do have some pretty great husbands,” Carrie said.

  “Yes, you all do. And Sawyer,” Olivia said, eyeing Tara.

  “Yeah, he’s surprised me. I thought he was going to be a first class asshole after our first meeting, but he’s come around. We get along really well.”

  “Not as well and he and Vicki do,” Sam teased.

  I shook my head. “Sawyer is great, but he’s like a brother to me. I can definitely appreciate he’s hot, but he doesn’t do anything for me.”

  “Who’s Sawyer?” Peyton asked.

  “Tara’s brother-in-law,” Sam said.

  “Whoa, no. He’s my boyfriend’s brother.”

  “Oh, that’s right,” Sam said, leaning over to Peyton. “She refuses to accept that she and Noah are going to get married.”

  “He hasn’t asked me to marry him. And if he ever does, we’ll see.”

  “Oh, please,” Olivia said. “You’d marry him in a second.”

  Tara’s eyes were a little sad. “I would. But he hasn’t asked.”

  “That’ll change,” Olivia said with confidence. “Then Vicki’s next. We need to set Peyton up, too. Maybe she and Sawyer would hit it off.”

  Peyton flashed me a terrified expression. I grinned. “Peyton needs someone who’s going to make her want to leave work. Not someone who’s gone so much she’ll be able to work even more. We need to find her a local guy.”

  “I’m not looking at all. I don’t need a guy,” Peyton argued.

  “Of course not, but life is much more fun when you have one,” Carrie said. “Plus, Vicki’s told us that you work too much. You need to get out more. Air out your vagina a little.”

  Peyton choked on her water, no wine for my ultra-responsible sister. “Excuse me?”

  Carrie gave her a pointed look. “Well, I’m guessing you have cobwebs down there if you work half as much as Vicki says you do. I’m just saying you need a little fun in your life.”

  “I have fun.”

  “Of the sex variety?”

  “Why does that have to be the only way to have fun?” Peyton asked.

  Carrie snickered. “It’s not, but it certainly is the best way to have fun!”

  Peyton shook her head and let it go. I wanted to see my sister happy as much as the rest of them, but I knew Peyton did things in her own time. If she was just starting to think about backing off work a little, it would be a long time before she was ready to start dating. Let alone have sex and settle down.

  Our conversation turned to sex while we handed Olivia presents. The first one was from Carrie.

  “Okay, so there’s a story with this,” she said, laughing with Riley. “Riles and I went shopping and I picked out this great bodysuit for you. It was really cute, cut straight up the back so it showed your ass and left very little to the imagination. It cupped your boobs just right, and yeah, it was hot.”

  Olivia gave Carrie a confused look when she pulled out a bright blue garter belt with matching bra and panties.

  “Yeah, so I showed what I got to Drew when I got home, you know to get a guy’s opinion. Um, he really liked it! So I’m hoping someone else got you something like it because when I went to get you another one, since Drew insisted I wear the one I got, it was sold out.”

  “You’re bad,” Riley said. “I can’t believe you used her gift.”

  “Well, I got her something else. And I didn’t show Drew this one. Mostly because I already have a garter and he can’t keep his hands off me when I wear it. Oh, a tip. Put it on when he’s looking, but you don’t have time for him to do anything about it. Like the kids are waiting for you guys to go out to dinner. It’ll drive him nuts all night and he’ll go crazy when he gets you home again.”

  “You’re a tease,” Mandy said.

  Carrie snorted. “Hell, yeah. It’s fun as shit.”

  Everyone cackled, and Lexi handed Olivia another gift.

  “Mine doesn’t have a story,” Claire said. “I just got something that I knew Aidan would love to see me in. But I didn’t model it for him, so you can keep it.”

  “You’re all just jealous,” Carrie said with a grin.

  Olivia opened Claire’s babydoll gown. The deep red color looked great with her skin tone and the slits from the knee-length hem to high on her waist would definitely get Ethan’s attention.

  She got a lace tank top and matching green panties from Riley. Lexi gave her a black bra and panty set that she promised would make Ethan crazy, with a black satin robe with gray lace trim. The bra cups looked about three sizes too small, so I knew she was right about making Ethan nuts.

  Sam and Addi went in together for a black floor length wrap gown with white and blue flowers. The satin material was cool and would feel amazing on, which Sam and Addi encouraged her to wear without anything beneath it.

  Olivia’s friends from work got her a gift card to a local lingerie shop. They said they didn’t kn
ow what she liked or her sizes, but wanted to make sure she got something nice.

  Tara found something that looked like a French maid’s outfit, without the white shirt underneath. A short gray skirt that flounced and two wide bands of matching silky fabric that went up and over shoulders like sexy suspenders. It was hot, and I made a mental note to look for something similar if I ever had a steady boyfriend.

  Abby and Charlie gave Olivia a black corset with tiny pink flowers that dipped low between her breasts and a pair of matching panties. Mandy, telling everyone she wanted to be a responsible mom, got Olivia two sets of satin and lace pajamas and a floor length sating robe. She said the silky shorts would be nice and smooth against her skin, but the outfits were almost decent enough to wear around the kids. The robe was for those mornings after when she had to hide wet marks.

  We all laughed at that.

  The last gift she opened was from Peyton and I. When Olivia invited Peyton, she asked if I would help her find something since she didn’t know Olivia that well. We both agreed that she needed something bridal, so we went all out with white lingerie.

  Olivia pulled out the white lace bodysuit first.

  “Perfect!” Carrie exclaimed. “That’s almost exactly like what I had first. Ooh, but the white is even more see-through. Are you getting waxed before the wedding?”

  Olivia shook her head. “No. I’m not that brave. I’ll make sure I shave really well though.”

  “Or don’t,” Claire said. “If Ethan doesn’t mind, seeing some hair through the white will only make him that much more anxious.”

  “Ooh, Claire, you dirty girl,” Sam teased. “I like the way you think.”

  Claire laughed and shook her head.

  Olivia dug into the bag again and found a barely there white thong. A thin strip of lace up the butt and wider around the hips with a tiny patch of lace to cover her would definitely make Ethan crazy. Especially since it was all see-through.

  “That’s perfect for your wedding night,” Lexi said. “I wore something like that for ours and we almost missed our flight for our honeymoon.”