“I can’t believe you did that. Was it gross?” He asks, worried.
I shake my head and kiss his peck. “No my Bear, it was perfect. It tasted wonderful and it was just perfect.” He kisses the top of my head.
“You’re sure?”
I nod. “I promise. I would love to do that forever,” I murmur.
He hugs me tighter. “You’re so amazing, my pregnant lady.”
“No, I’m not. I have the best man in my bed. So I would like to please him. He treats me very well both in the bedroom and out. And it probably helps with the fact that his cock is the sexiest thing alive.” I kiss his peck. Then run my tongue along it and he groans.
“It is not.”
“If it’s not, it’s the closest to the sexiest thing ever.”
We lay in bed a few more minutes, reeling in from the wonderful sexual encounters we both just enjoyed and then I get up and finish my bath. I make it quick because we’ve been away from Stacy and Kyle long enough. I get out and throw on a T-shirt. It’s almost too small but I’ll survive and a pair of my pj pants. James is already dressed and downstairs.
Chapter Nine
I just came out of our bedroom and I’m peering over the edge of the catwalk down into the living room below. It’s nighttime now and the beautiful stars are gleaming through the giant floor to ceiling windows. I can smell something cooking. I can’t see James but Kyle and Stacy are sitting on one of the brown leather couches, cuddling. The table lamps are on, giving off a warm glow and the fire place it lit adding a sensual ambiance to the room. The whole cabin smells of wood and delicious food. A perfect duet of scents to please the soul.
I take the staircase down and to the right James is working in the kitchen. Stacy sits up, from the couch.
“Hey babe, how are you? Are you okay?” Stacy inquires.
“I’m fine Stace. Did you guys eat dinner?” I ask, peeking into the kitchen to see what my Teddy Bear is doing, in his plaid pj pants and black tank. He glances at me, providing me with a sweet belly fluttering smile.
“Yes, we scrounged up some sandwiches but whatever James is doing in there smells fab,” Stacy answers, sniffing the air.
I make my way into the kitchen.
“What’cha doing boss man?”
“I’ve got some beef stroganoff on the stove and some bread. And this is for you,” he says, handing over a cup of hot chocolate in a bear mug and my fish oil pill.
“Thanks.” I take it.
Placing the cup to my mouth I sip it. Mmmmm…the hot chocolate tastes better than usual. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had it in forever.
“Hey Stace, you want some hot chocolate? I know it’s your fave?” I call to him.
He raises a mug. “James, my man, has already got us covered. Thanks though, Em.”
James is cooking on the stove. I come up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso and kiss his back.
“Thank you for being so great,” I whisper against his skin so only he can hear me.
He detaches my arms and turns around to face me. I gaze up to his caramel face.
“I’m making you some dinner, my pregnant lady. So go hang with your friends and relax.”
I place my hand on the back of his head and coax him down to my level. “If you keep up this sweetness and domestic man thing, I will need to share some sexual favors tonight before bed,” I whisper seductively in his ear. Running my tongue down his jaw and kissing his chin lightly.
He nods and I gaze down and his cock is standing at full attention. Sinfully I wink at him and my mouth quirks up into a sly smile. And I dismiss myself into the living room
I take my pill with my hot cocoa and my phone goes off. It’s been sitting on the coffee table since earlier today. I totally forgot where I laid it.
“That’s been going off quite a bit,” Kyle says, glancing at my iPhone with its new sleeping beauty case. I don’t have a ton of apps on my phone but I am a ringtone and case junkie. I bought ten new cases about a week ago and this one suited my fancy for the time being.
“Thanks.” I take my phone and slide the screen on.
I’ve got six texts. More than I’ve gotten in a while. I must be popular when I’m on vacation. Any other time I only get texts when James is gone and needs to get a hold of me. Or from Stacy. Claire isn’t huge into texting and Johnathan’s been quite distant unless he’s drunk.
But tonight I guess is different, because he has sent five of these six texts. Guess I’ll have to see if he’s drunk again. It wouldn’t be a shocker.
“I’ve got five texts from Johnathan and one from Claire,” I comment to whomever is listening.
“I want to hear them,” Stacy, with his nosy butt, states.
“Johnathan says; Hey baby, I haven’t heard from you. I’m missing your face. I hope you’re not being a naughty girl. Plan on seeing me when you get back,” I read.
“You’re always naughty Em, what does he expect?” Stacy laughs.
I shake my head and roll my eyes. I am not always naughty.
“Next one says; I miss you sweetie. Text me back…. then number three…. I have a present for you when you get home. Please don’t be mad about it. Just warning you now. It’s for the babies too. So no it’s not my dick. But I would love to give that to you too.”
James coughs from the kitchen, and Stacy chuckles.
“Number four,” I state loudly to get everyone back on track. “I really hope you’re not ignoring me because you’re…” I choke on my spit.
He did not just say that.
“You’re what Em? Was it that juicy?” Stacy asks, curious. His eyebrows all perked up.
“Last one…”
Stacy cuts me off. “No, tell me what number four says. Finish it.”
I shake my head.
“Yes, we all want to hear,” he argues adamantly.
I shake my head again. “No, you, only want to hear.” I blurt.
“So? I’m the majority, now tell me,” Stacy states firmly.
“Just tell him Emily, he won’t stop, you know him well enough,” Kyle cuts in.
“Fine… but it’s ridiculous. He said I really hope you’re not ignoring me because you’re eloping…. And his last text says. I hope you like your present and remember, I own your pussy. I have it written in a contract now.”
“Elope? Why would you do that? And pussy contract? I’m confused,” Stacy adds.
I really don’t want to get into all this. I haven’t even told James about the little comments. They were made in a drunken stupor a few nights ago. It’s none of their business but I know Stace, he won’t let a damn thing go. I guess I can relate. I can be pushy too, sometimes.
“Johnathan found out I was here with James and thought this was the perfect place to propose. He was kidding about it the other night when he was drunk texting. Saying I better not marry James. The pussy thing went on the same night. He said Claire owns my ass, so he owns my pussy and James can have my mouth. He was joking about putting it into a contract. I think he’s mad I came without him and he’s finding a way to show me without being a complete asshole. I dunno.” I shrug and exhale loudly. Man, I talk fast sometimes.
Cue more awkwardness, James comes into the living room with a plate full of food and sits it on the end table for me.
“Thanks Papa Bear.”
He nods and sits beside me with his plate. Shit! I think he’s mad. Probably because I didn’t tell him about the texts. So much for sexy time tonight. Damn me and my big mouth.
“Sounds like Johnathan is jealous of James and you,” Stacy states.
Oh great, now let’s make this even weirder.
“No, he’s not. He’s jealous of everyone, including Claire. Whoever gets to spend time with me and he doesn’t.” I feed a bite into my mouth. Oh my god, James can actually cook. This is delicious.
“This is yummy,” I compliment.
James nods again, accepting my sentiment. Dang it. This is not good.
“When he said something about marrying James what was your response?” Stacy prompts.
“I told him I’d say yes, because he treats me better than Johnathan does,” I blurt without thinking. I should have made that sound more like a joke. I’m digging myself more and more of a hole and soon there’ll be no turning back. I’m going to fuck up my whole evening. Damn me.
“You tell your boyfriend that you will marry your bodyguard and expect him not to be jealous?” Kyle asks seriously.
“Babe, he was drunk and they’re not dating right now. With the way they work, she couldn’t very well tell him what he wanted to hear. Johnathan doesn’t respond well to that. She keeps him begging for more. That’s why he’s hooked on her. It works for them,” Stacy clarifies for me. Thank the heavens I don’t have to do it. This is already exhausting.
“I know Kyle it might sound harsh, but if Stacy had filled you in on what Johnathan’s done to me or to our relationship you’d understand. It’s quite screwed up to say the least,” I add to Stacy’s explanation.
James hasn’t spoken a word and he’s already done eating. He excuses himself to the kitchen, rinses his plate and heads upstairs without a word. Oh double fuck. This is very very bad.
I spend the next ten minutes explaining to Kyle the entire bullshit from Johnathan. Stacy fills in a few blanks himself.
“Holy shit Emily. I can’t believe you talk to this man anymore. I’ve put up with a lot from men.” Kyle eyes Stacy. “But I’d never tolerate what you have. You’re a damn saint.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not. I can’t let him go completely. Especially since my babies are his. It’s a forever kind of thing even if it’s not romantic. I have to deal with him, and his perversions, and addictions, and stresses.”
“I think you’re nuts,” Kyle adds.
I chuckle and tuck my damp hair behind my ears. “Most people already think that about me. My best friend’s gay, my other best friend is my bodyguard, my on and off again boyfriend is a famous womanizing rock star and I have a lesbian girlfriend who’s obsessed with my ass,” I state, nonchalantly.
Kyle barks a laugh. “Yes, that sounds very complicated. I don’t know how you keep it all straight. I get Stacy, he’s been your BFF forever. Even when we were all teenagers. I know because I swore you two had a thing for each other….”
I cut him off. “Nope, I never did anything with Stacy,” I reassure.
He chuckles. “I know that now. But when you’re secretly gay and in love with your best friend, who is also best friends with your neighbor, who’s a girl. It’s confusing.”
I nod, understanding.
“But then you’ve got this douche bag ex-boyfriend who you love but don’t love and you’re having his babies. You’ve got a lesbian girlfriend who apparently wants more. And then James who’s probably the most normal out of the whole bunch. He’s straight, helps take care of you and doesn’t seem to be a douche. But you’re just friends.”
I shrug. “Claire is very sweet and wonderful. I’m just not gay. As much as I like her I can’t be with her forever. So yeah, James is the most normal. But he’s not as normal as you’d think. We all have our own issues.”
Stacy curiously raises a brow.
I firmly hold up my index finger. “No Stace, anything about James you don’t already know I’m not telling you. It’s his privacy and I’m just thankful he’s been so willing to share with me. I’m not giving up the goods even if you are my best friend.”
We finish gabbing for another hour. James is still upstairs. I should have went after him but I wanted to give him his space. I wonder if he’ll be asleep when I get up there and see him. Stacy and Kyle just went off to bed, to have some nookie time. At least someone is indulging in sexy time. I’m kind of relieved that I talked with Kyle so much tonight. He doesn’t seem to hate me as must as he used to. Yah me!
I open the door to our bedroom slowly, with as little noise as possible, just in case James is asleep. It’s close to midnight now. Shit! I left my phone downstairs and I forgot to check Claire’s text. Oh well, I’ll check it tomorrow.
James is sitting up in bed, his side lamp on. His is shirt off and he’s reading a book.
“Hi,” I say in a whisper and climb into bed. He doesn’t acknowledge my presence.
“I’m sorry, James, for whatever I said or did that made you angry,” I state.
He exhales loudly and sets his book down on his nightstand, turns out his light and sinks down into the bed. Throwing the sheet over his body.
“James, talk to me. Please,” I beg quietly.
He turns over and faces away from me. Getting into his sleeping position. Damn, this hurts. I know something went down but he won’t tell me what. Damn me. I hate myself. I can’t sleep in here with him either, not with aching stress level.
I get out of bed and leave. I make my way down the same bedroom I locked myself in before. It has a full sized bed. It’s not as nice as ours, but it will do.
I don’t know what I am going to do about James. What can I do? I’ve tried talking to him. This vacation has turned out to be even fuller of excitement then I expected. It was supposed to be stress free and relaxing. Except now, I found out about James’s issues or some of them, Johnathan has been talkative, I fell, and Kyle doesn’t seem to hate me as much as I thought. I guess it’s not exactly bad stress but it’s still there.
Chapter Ten
Oh yes. Oh yeah! That feels so good. Touch me more. Oh, fuck, I’m close. Yes.
I open my eyes, heave out a breath, and shoot straight up in bed.
“Oh my god James, what the fuck are you doing?” I screech. My legs trembling close to orgasm.
He’s between my legs, his mouth lapping my core.
“I know you need to use B.O.B a lot in the morning, I thought I’d help instead.” His deep voice caresses my skin like a sinful treat.
I swallow hard and run my fingers through my long red hair. “James, you don’t have to give me anything, and how’d you know where I was at?” I’m ask, confused.
“After you left.” He licks my clit. Oh fuck! “I waited until you were a sleep.” He licks me again. Damn I’m… oh yes… “Then I came and found you and slept next to you. I wasn’t going to let you sleep alone. That’s not how we work.” He licks me again.
I arch my back off the bed. “Oh god that feels so good,” I moan.
“I thought you might want some help. I told you I’d help.” He laps my core again. She’s screaming his name. Oh shit! Yes. His tongue is soft and velvety and warm like him. Coaxing me and tantalizing me into a blissful state of climactic arousal. I can’t catch my breath.
“I just want you to feel good, Mama Bear. I hope that’s okay.” He sounds so innocent. Damn him and his sexiness. I can’t say no. I couldn’t even though I should. I shouldn’t allow this. Not after last night. But I want him to touch me so bad.
“James if you want to that’s okay. But please only do it because you want to. Not because of me,” I huff between lust filled breaths.
“I want to do it.” He swirls a firm tongue around my little bud. I groan loudly in my throat, tossing my head against the pillow. “I love the way you taste. I’ve wondered how good it might taste since I’ve been smelling you for so long. Your scent is like a drug.” He sucks onto my clit. I buck off the bed. Fuckkkk.
“James…” I clear my throat. “If you… oh damn. If you keep that… Oh God… Up… I’m going to…” I moan.
“I want you to come, Mama Bear. Come for me,” he says innocently, his hot breath stimulating my sex. He flicks my clit. “I want to do so many things to make you feel good. I hope that’s okay.” He kisses my core and circles his tongue around my tight hole. I’m sopping wet for him. My body wants him so bad. Oh James. Yes. Tongue my core. Give her what she wants. That greedy bitch loves him. She’s pounding for a release.
“I’m close baby. I’m going to come for you,” I moan and fist the sheets. Fuck. He sucks onto my clit and nibb
les it hard. “Oh yes baby, suck my clit,” I scream between clenched teeth. Oh yes… I’m so close...Damn…. “Oh fuck!” I scream and arch my back and come into his mouth, spurting my hot nectar at him. I can hear him lapping me up. Sucking in my juices, drinking me down. I convulse, my body rocking on the bed. Breathing heavy into the air hot with short breaths. Holy shit that was awesome! I can’t believe I squirted again.
He comes up from between my legs, his whole mouth is wet but he has the biggest and sweetest smile imaginable.
“I’m sorry. I’ve only ever done that one other time.” I pant and lick my dry lips.
“God, you taste so good.” He licks his lips clean.
“I thought you smelling me so often would make you nauseated. I know I smell sweet all the time when I’m horny.”
He shakes his head and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “No way. If anything it turned me on. I love the smell. It is sweet, but it’s you and I love that.” He smiles.
“You like it that much?” This is all new to me. Wow. I think I’m swimming in steamy hot uncharted territory.
He wipes between my pussy lips with his finger and brings it to his nose. “This is a perfect smell.” He sticks his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean.
My eyes widen. Holy fuck, I’ve never seen anyone do that. Smell me and lick it off. That’s so hot. Damn, he might be kinkier than I thought.
I giggle. “I can’t believe you just did that.” I put my arms behind my head and enjoy the view of him sitting between my legs. His shirt’s off and he’s so beautiful, with his thick broad chest, tattoos, soft warm skin. He’s perfect.
“I’m very male, Emily. I’ve told you that before. You just gave me free reign to do things I’ve been dreaming about for months. I know it’s wrong to lust after a woman I am employed to protect but it’s very hard not to when that woman is you.”
“I’ve liked you too,” I blush.
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