He pulls me onto my side and I find my favorite place on the planet. His warm sultry cedar scented chest to cuddle and kiss. I peck his warmth over and over as his arms envelop me, holding me to his side. My belly tucked against his hip.
“I feel the same way, Emily. I love you. And when I say that I don’t mean love as in family. I am in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for a very long time,” he says in almost a whisper and kisses head. Holding his lips into my red hair.
I choke back a sob. “I’m in love with you too.”
“You are?” He murmurs like it’s a huge secret.
I nod. “Yes.”
We don’t say another word and I hold onto him and absorb his scent and calming aura. My own personal brand of Xanax by the name of Calvin James. There is nothing better in the world.
***
“Emily. Emily.” I get shaken. “Emily.”
I open my eyes. Oh shit, I fell asleep.
“Hi.” I smile when I realize I’m still in James’s arms and my head is resting on his chest.
“I guess we both kind of fell asleep again.” He peers over at the clock. “It’s nearly two in the afternoon and you’ve not eaten. We need to feed you.”
I kiss his chest and lean up. “Okay,” I pout.
“Don’t give me that. The babies need to eat. I’ll get some food and you take a shower or a bath.”
“Okay. Just don’t be long,” I whine. God when did I all of a sudden become a clingy pregnant lady?
He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “I promise I won’t, now get cleaned up.”
I listen and crawl off my side of the bed and take to the tub. It’s just easier to soak in hot water, or my own filth as it seems, than standing in a hot shower. I’ve never been a huge shower fan anyhow. Tubs all the way.
I finish my bath after scrubbing extra well in my nether regions and shave the few spots on my body that I’m able.
I get out of the tub, dry off with a plush blue towel and wrap it around my head. The nice thing about staying at this place is we get linen drop off every three days. No laundry for me to do. Thank the heavens.
Naked, I open the door to the bathroom. Holy shit! He did not!
The bedroom is lit with a dozen candles, the window covered in blankets to block the sun, darkening the room. He’s kneeling on the bed, naked, a sheet sits on top along with sandwiches resting on plates, grape juice in wine glasses and a huge smile on his heartwarming face.
“What did you do?” I blush, feeling completely taken back by this romantic gesture. I’ve never had anyone so sweet. Sure, Claire wooed me a few times but this is way more than that.
“I wanted to romance you, my beautiful lover.”
I start to cry, again. Jesus, Mary and Joseph what is up with me and the water works today?
“You’re so sweet.” I swallow hard, trying to contain my emotions.
“Only for you baby. Only for you.” He smiles and waves me over. I pull the towel from my hair, dropping it to the floor and saunter my way over to the side of the bed. He reaches out his hand and helps me up. Pulling me into his lap I tuck my legs into each other and he wraps his arms around me, lightly rocking as our bodies meld together.
“Here.” He hands me my vitamin and then a wine glass filled with grape juice. Which I never knew we had.
“Thank you, when did you get the juice?” I wiggle in his lap, giving him a hard time.
“The other day when I left to run to the store and pick up a few snacks for you. I sort of planned all of this.”
“You did? But how did you know...” I shake my head. It doesn’t matter how he knew I felt the same for him. All that matters is we are here now in our own little James and Emily world. For only six more days but these six days are going to go down in my books as some of the best of my life. I’m sure of it.
His lips graze the side of my ear as I drink down my pill with the yummy sparkling grape juice. He upped his game with this kind. It’s scrumptious.
“When you’re sleeping Emily, you talk sometimes and a few times you’ve said some things that made me think you felt the same.”
I stiffen. What the hell? I talk in my sleep? Since when? Is this another product of being pregnant? A side effect?
Chewing my lip, and ask hesitantly. “Like what?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
I nod slowly.
“You’ve cuddled up next to me a few times and rubbed your face against my skin talking about how this is your favorite place in the world. Once you told me you loved me. And another time you told me I was the man of your dreams.”
My eyes widen. Holy cow!
I chuckle nervously “Well I guess my subconscious knew it before I did.”
His arms encase me tighter and he kisses my shoulder. “I guess both of ours did.”
“I know it’s complicated in our lives James, but when I say I’m in love with you I mean it. I hope you realize that. I care for Johnathan but it’s not the same. I don’t want you thinking it is, because it’s not. I thought I was in love with Johnathan and then I found I was pregnant with his babies. So I was sure I had to be and maybe I was, or maybe I was more immature than I am now. I don’t really know. I wish I did. But what I do know is I do love you very much.” My heart thuds in my chest in agreement. “I want to savor our time together here and when we go back to California, we will have to figure stuff out. If you want, that is,” I taper off, not sure what he might want.
“I think we should just savor our time. If things work out in California, then they will. If not, I know I’ll die a happy man having spent these past months with you.” He cups my breasts in his hands and massages them, paying attention to not touch my tender nipples.
I rock my bottom against his hardened length and his pre-come coats my skin.
“Oh,” he moans.
I rock against it more.
“Oh Emily we have to stop, you need to eat.” He releases my breasts and snatches up a sandwich off a plate and hands it to me. I take it and tear off a little piece and reach up to his mouth over my shoulder, offering him a bite.
He shakes his head. “No. It’s for you.”
I huff. “No, we will share it.”
Opening his mouth I lay the small piece of food inside and he chews it with a warm smile.
I take a bite and we play the back and forth feeding through two whole sandwiches, as he holds me and I feed him. Each time I place another piece into his mouth he groans in appreciation and after a few bites he begins to suck on my fingers with each offering. Awakening the wetness between my folds. By the last bite I am panting so hard I can’t think straight.
I reach up and start to pluck my own nipple and he sucks onto my neck. “Oh James,” I moan, opening my neck for him.
“Lay down sweetheart.” He coaxes me off his lap onto the bed and helps me to lie on my side. In one quick motion he flings the plates and sheet off the bed with a loud crash, leaving us with our comforter and our wine glasses on the nightstand.
Curling up behind me, his cock presses against my butt cheeks as he spoons with me. His arm cupping my breast. Opening my legs a little I adjust against his erection and it fits between my butt cheeks, the thick head rests right outside the entrance to my greedy core.
Warm succulent lips are pressed to my neck and I sigh at the gentle contact. I love having him hold me. His thick tattooed body protecting me.
“Make love to me,” I whisper and suddenly his once soothing body begins to tremble. “James?”
“Yes?” he croaks out, obviously not ready for this.
I grab his hand that’s fondling my breast and pull it over my heart. Pressing it to the organ that belongs to him. “We can do this. Your cock is beautiful. It’s not ugly. You’re beautiful. Everything about you is amazing. I promise I won’t regret this. I promise I want this,” I reassure him.
“He hasn’t been inside of anyone for so long.” He whispers outside my ear, his voice filled
with trepidation.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes. Only with you.” He kisses my neck and settles his nose against my skin. His hot quickened breaths set my desire ablaze.
I open my leg and reach between pressing the head of his perfect cock against my needy, wet and desperate hole.
Pulling back slightly, he moves so the head is angled just right and he pushes back and slowly his head opens my sex and the length of his cock is sheathed with my warm silken core.
Holding onto me harder his body trembling, he moans as he inches his way inside me and once he's filled me to the brink, he freezes. I wrap my hands around his arms to hold him to me. This is so special and he feels so good.
“Thank you,” he whispers, still shaking.
“It’s just us James. It’s just us.” I reassure him, to calm his nerves. I can’t imagine how difficult this is. Spending years feeling lesser of a man because of an injury. An injury that left him stronger and more beautiful than anyone I know.
Slowly he eases back out of my slick hole and pushes back in. I moan as I let him hold and cherish me. We both are breathing heavy and I can feel my body on the brink of explosion. Picking up speed and he finally breaks his tension and rides the rails of ecstasy with me. Both of us moaning as he plunges in and out of me in long loving strokes.
“I’m close, James,” I wail. I’m almost there. Oh god he feels so good. He’s filling me up. I don’t think I can hold on much longer. The ridge of his scar is massaging my walls and making me need him more.
“Come for me sweetheart. Come.” He sucks my neck hard and my grip on his arm tightens. Oh fuck!
“More James, I need more,” I beg. Quickly he picks up pace and thrusts into me with force but not too much. Just enough to send me crashing over the edge.
“I’m… oh god… Yes James. Oh Calvin… Oh…god. Yes…” I squeeze his arm, imbedding my nails into his skin and my walls of my pussy contract, sucking him in. I jerk and explode around him, squirting my juices all over the bed and his cock. I convulse uncontrollably as I scream out his name, over and over with each never-ending wave of wonderful ecstasy.
“I’m going to come,” He grunts and starts to pull out, reaching behind me I grab his butt and hold him inside.
“Come inside me baby,” I moan, still shaking.
His arms hold me closer and he jerks his cock into me. “I love you,” He moans and empties his seed inside my greedy core. I squeeze my walls around him, milking the rest of his warm goodness from his cock. Slowly he relaxes his body and lets out a long satisfied breath.
“Damn.” He curses and I hold back a laugh. James doesn’t cuss, hardly ever, if he does. It sounds strange coming from him. I, on the other hand, I have quite the potty mouth.
“You can say that again.” I smile so wide my face almost hurts.
“Damn,” he chuckles and kisses my shoulder.
“You sound funny when you curse. But it’s kind of sexy.” I grind my butt against him. His member is still hard and nestled deep inside my come filled hole.
“Is there anything about me you don’t find sexy?” He teases.
“Hum…” I tap my finger on my chin for effect and he tickles my side making me squeal. “I think you’re pretty perfect, my sexy man.”
“Even if I’m old enough to be your dad?” He drops his tone and I can instantly tell he’s feeling bad about our love making. James, James, James. It’s not like he took advantage of me. I’ve been trying to sleep with him for a week and would have done it sooner if I’d known he was interested. He worries too much.
“Calvin James. Stop that right now.” I order and grab his hand, bringing it to my lips. “I think—” I kiss a knuckle. “—that you are wonderful.” I kiss another. “I want to do that.” Another kiss. “— All the time.” Kiss. “—I love who you are.” I finish and linger the last kiss on his thumb.
“Okay… But it doesn’t bother you?”
“Not in the least bit. Don’t ruin this. Enjoy it. Enjoy us.”
We lay and cuddle in each other’s arms until his member goes flaccid and he pulls him out from between my legs. His wetness begins to trickle out and I cup my hand over my sex to hold a piece of him inside.
Flipping over with my hand still holding my sex, I say, “So tell me about yourself.”
It’s not like I don’t know some about James. We’ve known each other for quite a few months and I know his habits and cute little idiosyncrasies. For example; when he folds his bathroom towel he does them into thirds then folds them down the center. Kind of like an expensive hotel. His toothbrush is always put away, he leaves socks sitting on the floor next to his bed and picks them up every morning and tosses them into the dirty laundry. He uses Old Spice deodorant and whitening toothpaste. He polishes and shines up his boots once a week. I’m sure that has something to do with his military training. We have eight guns in our condo and I’ve never even shot a gun. Growing up in Indiana doesn’t mean you know how to shoot. Another funny thing about James is he doesn’t believe in using household chemicals to clean. He’s strictly a vinegar and water kind of man. Just like my mom. The only chemicals he uses is bleach if needed and toilet bowl cleaner. Another bonus to him is he never leaves the toilet seat up. Even being a bachelor for so long and still peeing standing up, the toilet seat is always down. Plus, if I cook he does the dishes. If he cooks, I do them. It’s a good push and pull in our strange relationship.
With as much as I know about him on an everyday level. I know little about his personal life minus the past girlfriends, a little about his family and the torture he endured while in Iraq. I’d love to know more. But he’s not been very open to sharing that much. Yet.
“What do you want to know?” he asks, rubbing his hand along the curve of my body.
“Everything you want to tell me.”
“I’ll ask you a question and you answer and you ask me one and I’ll do the same. Sound fair?”
I nod. “You go first.”
“You’re an only child too. So how was it growing up?”
“Fine. I have a fantastic mom and dad. My dad’s a trucker, so I didn’t see him as much as I wanted as a kid. But they are both still alive and very supportive of everything I do. Even if I think they are crazy for being that supportive.”
He frowns. “You don’t think what you’ve been doing and going through isn’t commendable?”
I shake my head. “No…I go to college, graduate, have my apartment and live a lonely existence. Then I move across country and work for a hot rock band. I sleep with Johnathan, the lead singer, and get pregnant. I fall for him and put myself through misery, date a lesbian and now I’m in bed with my bodyguard. It’s not a life a parent should be proud of. I can’t pick a partner and I get knocked up out of wedlock. Not a parent’s dream when they picture a life for their child.”
With his jaw set and his eyes a burning inferno of frustration, he stares me down. I can tell he’s contemplating his next words. I can’t help but be honest. If I was my parents, I would be disappointed. If I was smart, I wouldn’t have tried to work things out with Johnathan in the beginning. That would have shortened a lot of my heartache.
He shakes his head. “You are not a failure, Emily. You’re twenty-four years old. You’ve accomplished a lot in your life.”
I scoff a laugh. “Yeah…so much… knocked up by a famous rocker, stalked by fans and paparazzi and in love with my bodyguard. Right…” I roll my eyes.
“Is it so bad feeling this way for me? Do I disgust you?” His walls are back up and he’s in self-preservation mode. It’s weaved through his words.
Cupping his chin in my hand, I caress the stubble. “You mister, are not disgusting and I’m happy to love you. I wouldn’t change that. But you need to realize I’m not a prize. I’m a bag of trash.”
A deep frown and furrowed brows marks his face. “You are my prize, Emily. So are those babies.” He rubs my tummy. “I love them and you.”
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�s so adorable, I just wish he’d realize I’m not all that. I’m just me. There isn’t much there. Obviously not enough to keep my first boyfriend from cheating or Johnathan from screwing up or Claire from leaving me. I’m just a person people leave. I’m not the keeper. I’m the in-between girl.
Curling up closer to me, James rolls onto his back and coaxes my neck down so I’m cuddling his peck. We lay and chat for hours and hours. I rub his body up and down in slow soft delicate strokes and savor him. Soaking in his warmth and loving nature.
I learn more about James that I’d never known. Like, he’s a big dog lover and he grew up in Oregon. That’s why he loves the outdoors so much, because the redwoods were his sanctuary. I hear they are beautiful but I’ve not seen them myself. As a child, he camped, fished, and hunted, a lot by himself. His father was an investment banker, that’s where he got his gift of investing from. In high school girls loved him, but he was always the shy guy who never pursued the ladies. And, much to my surprise, James has only had seven sex partners. Compared to Johnathan’s hundreds, it makes me feel good that James is cleaner cut than that. At least with him, I know what I’m getting into, and I don’t have to worry about him hopping into bed with another woman. Watching them fuck around with other men, yes. That’s part of his job when he’s not protecting me. The whole band partakes in orgies. And the bodyguards are forced to watch. That I can handle. The actual screwing, I cannot.
Chapter Fourteen
Today is the last day of our vacation here in the wonderful cabin in Colorado. This week has flown by. Probably because James and I have spent the past five days shacked up in our bedroom trading sexual favors and talking. We’ve made love a dozen more times and grown closer than I ever imagined. The babies that are now the size of papayas have been active every day and provided us with a lot of much appreciated entertainment. We’ve even talked about baby names this week. Coming up short with any real decision.
I refuse to think about going back to reality tomorrow. I’ve enjoyed the James and Emily bubble this week. Taking hot baths together, rocking on the porch, wrapped in blankets. This is what every woman dreams of when she pictures the perfect man in the perfect place.
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