He was panting hoarsely from trying to catch his breath when the spasms finally stopped and he could drag in a decent breath of air. His legs felt like rubber. He braced his pelvis against the counter to ease some of the strain of holding himself up and settled his head heavily on her shoulder. “Baby, that felt so good,” he muttered a little drunkenly, wishing he felt up to more of the same.
She shivered. It took an effort to lift his head, but he felt the sudden need to look at her, to make sure he’d pleasured her, to make sure they were alright. Her flushed cheeks and slumberous eyes reassured him … on one count anyway. “You ok, baby?” he murmured, his voice husky with the strain of speech when he was still so weak he felt like he was in danger of falling out. “I made it good for you?”
She lifted her eyelids and stared back at him, nodding a little shyly, but he saw her eyes were troubled. She barely met his gaze before she looked away again. He searched his mind a little frantically, but all he could come up with was the fact that he’d been focused on convincing her that sex wasn’t all he was after.
Good thing he’d thought to fuck her senseless to convince her!
“I need to get cleaned up,” she murmured after a moment, clearly embarrassed.
Fuck, he thought with sudden vehemence, glancing down between them! Dismissing the odd sense of satisfaction it gave him to see he’d pumped her so full of his seed that she was overflowing, he caught her face in the crook of his hand and made her look at him. “What’s going through your head?” he demanded when he gave up trying to figure it out.
“Nothing!” she said quickly. Too quickly. With a woman—an Earth woman, anyway, and Earth women were actually the only women he was intimately familiar with—that meant ‘everything’.
It clicked in his mind abruptly. He hadn’t used a condom, again, and she was disturbed by it. Well, it sure as fuck wasn’t going to reassure her to point out that they’d already done it without one and there wasn’t much point in worrying about it now! “Do you think I’d hurt you?” he demanded, abruptly angry.
She sent him a startled look, searching his eyes. “No.”
Relief flickered through him that she sounded convinced. “Just because I don’t want nothing between you and me but skin doesn’t mean I’m too stupid to consider the consequences or give a shit, baby! I wouldn’t have touched you at all if I hadn’t known, positively, that I was safe—not even with a condom.”
Quite aside from the fact that he couldn’t fucking mate if he was wearing something to prevent conception, Jod damn it!
Now clearly wasn’t the time to try to convince her of that, however!
She studied him solemnly for a moment and finally smiled tentatively.
A heady sense of triumph flooded him. He’d made it over another hurtle! He grinned at her. Leaning down, he gave her a smacking kiss on the lips and then helped her down from the counter. “I gotta take care of the future mother of my children,” he added teasingly. “Go get cleaned up. I’m going to have the steaks done in about five minutes.” He studied the startled look she sent him and shrugged. “Ok, so maybe ten. Just make it quick. I’m starving.”
Chapter Five
Chelsey was in a daze as she headed into her bathroom on autopilot in response to the order to clean up, running on instinct while her mind scurried around in a confused jumble. Several moments passed when she reached the bathroom before she realized she was merely standing in the middle of the room, staring into space. Prompted by the feel of a slime trail traveling down one thigh, she looked down and discovered she was still wearing her skirt—and her bra. No blouse and no panties.
She hiked her skirt, staring at the semen snaking its way down her thigh, imagining thousands, maybe millions of squigglies swimming around in frantic circles, searching for the egg. Straightening abruptly, she let go of her skirt, her eyes widening in sudden alarm.
How long, she wondered, since she’d used birth control?
Years. She discovered she couldn’t actually remember. She’d never had to remember! Lawrence had gotten a vasectomy as soon he’d discovered she was pregnant. He’d been furious that she’d ‘gotten herself pregnant’ to start with without consulting him. Having a baby at that point in time wasn’t on his agenda. He’d begun pestering her to get an abortion the moment he found out, but she’d still had a spine then. She’d flatly refused, told him to take a hike if he couldn’t deal with it.
She didn’t know what had made him more furious, the fact that she’d refused a direct order or that she’d made it clear she thought she could get along without him. He’d stopped pestering her to get an abortion. In fact, he’d made a complete about face and begun to brag to everybody they knew as if it had been his idea to start with.
He’d gotten the vasectomy, though, to make sure her ovaries didn’t interfere with his plans again. She was actually surprised he hadn’t insisted that she get her tubes tied, but maybe he’d figured that was the way to keep her on the straight and narrow? He’d been fixed so she didn’t need birth control and if she got it he’d know why.
She’d grown so comfortable with the thought that she couldn’t get pregnant it hadn’t occurred to her once since the divorce that she was only safe if Lawrence screwed her. Actually, truthfully, she hadn’t even thought that much … because she hadn’t been considering having sex with anybody because she hadn’t considered any kind of relationship with a man at all.
Garryk was teasing, of course. She knew that. It had just come as such a shock to realize she was at risk for that even if she didn’t have to worry about catching anything horrible.
She was too old to get pregnant!
Well, not too old to get that way but too old to want to, especially when Larry had turned against her!
She needed to get her hands on some kind of contraceptive. Clearly Garryk had no intention of using anything and she was too mindless once he got her juices flowing to think.
Shaking her head, she shimmied out of her skirt and moved to the lavatory to wash up. Was there really any point in dashing down to get something, she wondered? Wasn’t it a case, at this point, of slamming the barn door when the cows—sperm—had already escaped?
Unless he actually was serious about hanging around a while?
She considered that, but as much as she would’ve liked to believe it, she realized she really didn’t. There were too many reasons for it not to work and too few that it might.
In all honesty, she couldn’t think of but one, single, solitary reason for him to hang around even a little while. He’d had a crush on her when he was a kid. She hadn’t thought so at the time. She hadn’t even taken his lustful glances too seriously. True, they’d made her think all sorts of things she shouldn’t have, but she’d found it hard to believe even then that he actually thought she was hot. She’d suspected, in fact, that it was just a game to him to see if he could break down her defenses.
She thought it was that fear, as shameful as it was to admit, that had kept her on the straight and narrow. If she’d thought he was serious and not just trying to make a fool out of her, she might well have thrown every other consideration out the window. The consequences would’ve been horrendous if she’d been caught, but she hadn’t spent nearly as much time worrying about getting caught as she had wishing he was a little older or she was a lot younger and not married.
The smell of cooking steaks finally penetrated her preoccupation and she finished cleaning up and headed into her room to find something to put on. She discovered Garryk had brought her panties and blouse from the kitchen and laid them out on her bed, but decided to ignore them in favor of comfort.
If he was going to hang around for any length of time, she reasoned, he might as well get used to the unglamorous, real Chelsey! Taking out a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt nearly as old and stretched out, she considered the bra and finally discarded it. She rarely wore one around her house since there was no such thing as a bra that was actually comfortable. They ranged from t
orture devices to mild discomfort, but she hadn’t found one yet that she considered more comfortable than braless.
Garryk noticed immediately. He paused with the pan of sizzling steaks in one hand as if he’d been shut down. Abruptly, the heat penetrated the pot holder he’d gripped the pan with and he looked around a little frantically for a place to put it, dropping it on the top of the range with a clatter. Despite her amusement, Chelsey surged forward with concern when he blew on his fingers and slung them. “Cold water,” she said, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the sink.
He coiled around her as she held his burned hand under the faucet, cupping her breast with his free hand and bumping the cleft of her ass with his cock—which was as hard as it had been only a few minutes earlier. “I guess you didn’t burn yourself too badly,” she said wryly, examining his fingers for blisters when she shut the water off.
He nuzzled her hair out of the way with his nose and covered one ear with his mouth. The heat sent a rush through her, making her skin pebble all over. His fingers tightened on the nipple that hardened, poking between them. Chelsey felt her belly flutter.
The microwave timer went off with a ding neither of them paid a lot of attention to. “Saved by the bell,” Garryk murmured, sucking a patch of skin along the side of her neck. “I think I’d rather chew on you, though.”
The suggestive images that gave rise to brought Chelsey to dew point and she lost interest in the food, as well. “I doubt that would appease your hunger,” she pointed out.
“There’s hunger and then there’s hunger,” he murmured huskily, but he pulled away. Leering at her when she turned to face him, he grabbed her hand and rubbed her palm along his erection. “Want to sit in my lap, little girl? I know a game called sit and spin.”
Chelsey chuckled. “Pervert!”
His eyes gleamed with devilish amusement. “Good thing you can’t read my mind,” he murmured. “You would think I was a pervert.”
“Don’t tease me! I’m hungry even if you aren’t.”
Chuckling he grabbed the plates he’d found, scooped the steaks out and placed one on each and then grabbed the potatoes from the microwave with his bare hands, juggling them until he reached the plate. Shaking her head, Chelsey went to the fridge to collect the bag of salad and a selection of dressings when he lifted the plates, looked around for her table and headed toward it. Setting them down on the table, she headed back into the kitchen for ‘fighting’ utensils, napkins, butter, sour cream and salt. He grabbed her around the waist when she got back, pulling her down on his lap for a lingering kiss.
Her head swam. She tried to put her arms around his neck and stuck the container of cold sour cream to his neck. He jumped and released her. “I think you just poured that down my back,” he said ruefully.
Embarrassed, Chelsey got off his lap, dropped her load on the table and checked. “Just a little dribble,” she murmured, licking it off on impulse.
A shudder ran through him. “If you don’t quit, you’re going to be eating cold steak,” he growled.
She was tempted, but she thought he was probably hungry. She settled in the chair opposite him and opened the bag of salad. It felt strange to share a meal with him, but she discovered she liked it. It felt oddly comfortable considering they were virtually strangers. She hardly thought the teacher/student relationship they’d had years before counted and she hadn’t seen him in years.
She wondered abruptly where he’d been all that time and what he’d been doing. Performing, no doubt—He was too good not to be a complete professional—possibly moving from town to town? She didn’t believe he’d been in the city. She felt certain that she would’ve run into him at some point if he had been.
Despite the fact that she felt comfortably relaxed on one level, though, he managed to keep her pulse racing with the promises he made every time he flicked his smoldering gaze over her. She certainly remembered that! If possible, it was more potent now than it had been in the old days, either because he’d perfected it over the years or because she now knew it wasn’t just an empty promise.
“TV? Or straight to bed?” he murmured when he’d helped her clean up.
Chelsey felt her engines rev immediately, despite the fact that she wasn’t sure if he was asking to stay and join in her bed or not. She bit her lip. “I really need to finish grading those papers.”
He nodded. “You always were a stickler for work before play,” he said with a grin. “I’ll take half.”
Chelsey glanced at him in surprise.
“What? You think I ain’t got no education, woman?” he demanded, just enough tightness in his voice that she realized he was defensive about it even though he’d made a pretense of teasing.
She shook her head. “I was thinking how boring you’ll find it.”
He relaxed fractionally. “Not nearly as boring as diddling myself while you finish.”
Chelsey clapped a hand to her mouth but uttered a snort of shocked amusement anyway. “You are so bad!”
He waggled his brows at her. “Yeah, but I’m really good when I’m really bad.”
She chuckled, moving to the couch where she’d left the papers. “And so modest!”
He shrugged. “Yeah, well, if I don’t toot my own horn, who’s gonna?”
“I wouldn’t mind tooting your horn,” Chelsey murmured, reddening when she flicked him a smoldering glance and saw the shock on his face.
He laughed abruptly, swooping down on her and snatching her into a tight embrace. “Baby, you can play any tune on my horn you like,” he murmured, laughter threading his voice.
“Work first!” she reminded him.
“Yes, ma’am!”
They settled on opposite ends of the couch, each with a stack of papers and a red pen. After watching Garryk’s frown of concentration for a moment, Chelsey shrugged inwardly. She could always glance back over them to be sure he’d marked them right, but he’d been remarkably good in English, she recalled—remarkable because the girls usually got the highest marks and the boys the lowest and he’d been one of her best students despite the fact that he seemed far more preoccupied with trying to look up her skirt or down the neck of her blouse every time she bent over than learning anything in print.
He pinched her toe, dragging her from her concentration on the papers after a few minutes. When she looked down, she discovered he’d extended one long leg and caught her toes with his. Smiling, she returned her attention to the papers, pretending to be oblivious to the toe wrestling. She finally managed to get the upper hand, though, and pinch his toe.
“Ow! Woman! Don’t you see I’m working here?”
“You’re distracting me,” Chelsey said a little testily.
“Well, if you’d quit staring at my cock you might be able to concentrate,” he retorted, laughter threading his voice.
“I wasn’t staring at …!” She glanced at the part under discussion, though, when he brought it to mind and discovered he’d dragged it out of his pants and was waving it at her. She laughed. “You are such a pervert! Quit waving it at me! I’m trying to focus here.”
“I’m down to three papers. I’m warming up.”
Mildly irritated when she’d counted her own and discovered she still had ten left, she wrestled with her conscience for a moment and finally surged upward, dropping the papers and pen on the floor. Settling between his legs, she curled her fingers around his cock and leaned down to suck the head and swirl her tongue around the ridge below it. “What are you doing?” he asked a little breathlessly, threading his fingers through her hair as he cupped the back of her skull.
“Tooting your horn,” she said when she released it. “Let’s see if I can play Dixie on this ….”
The heat that had been simmering inside her from his nearly constant teasing and banter caught flame as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth, stroking it with her hands to stimulate everything she couldn’t get into her mouth. The catches in his breath, the faint grunts he didn�
��t even seem aware of, the lift of his hips as if he couldn’t hold still thrilled her, adding to the building pleasure inside her and the heat.
He allowed her to carry him almost to the point of coming and then abruptly grabbed her beneath her arms, hauling her up his length. She lifted her head to stare at him dizzily, accusingly, for depriving her of the satisfaction of bringing him off with her mouth. He released her, spearing his fingers in her hair as she collapsed against his chest, dragging her face close enough to his to fasten his mouth hungrily over hers. He sucked at her lips, thrust his tongue into her mouth and raked it restlessly along hers and then sucked at her tongue a little frantically when she lifted it to twine it with his.
Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, breaking from her lips only long enough to rid her of it completely. Discovering his own shirt was still between them, he lifted up and broke the kiss long enough to drag it off and then coiled his arms around her to bring her tightly against his chest, nuzzling his face against her neck and exploring it with his lips. He plucked at her earlobe when he discovered it and then sucked it, strumming his hands along her back restlessly, kneading the flesh and then pressing her closer to feel the brush of her nipples against his bare chest as she moved feverishly within his arms.
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