We’re met at the entrance to the hotel by the manager, who takes us to our room himself. “I was told you didn’t want to upgrade, Mr. Armstrong.”
“Correct. This room is more than adequate.”
“If you change your mind, I can have one of the suites ready for you immediately.”
“Dree?”
I smile, because I love that he didn’t get us the fanciest suite. “Like you said, this room is beautiful. We don’t need anything fancier.”
“My lady has spoken. Thank you for the offer, but we’ll stay here.”
“Very well. Everything is set up for you tomorrow, and we have you down for a late evening departure.”
“Thank you.”
I wait until he leaves, and then arch an eyebrow. “More plans for tomorrow? Isn’t it my turn?”
“Technically, it’s yours, but I was hoping you’d let me extend my date. You can have an extra one later in the week.”
“I was just teasing. I’m loving this date, and I can’t wait to see what else you have planned.”
“Right now, my plan is to get a fire going, and then get you out of those clothes.”
“I like that plan, on the condition that your clothes come off too.”
“You first, while I take care of the fire.”
“I’m getting rewarded for putting my body on display for you, right?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m getting lucky tonight. Like really lucky, and I didn’t even buy you dinner.”
“I really adore this funny side of you. You were so serious those first few days with me.”
“I like to be taken seriously, so usually no one outside of the Society and our close friends ever sees me letting loose with the sarcasm.”
“I’d glad to be included in that group.”
“Even after you saw how corny I could be at the hospital?”
“I told you—adorable.”
“I don’t think ‘adorable’ is a word I want associated with taking our clothes off. Unless it’s our safe word.”
“We don’t need safe words,” he tells me with a laugh.
“Then stop saying that word while I’m taking my clothes off,” I say, taking off my sweater, long sleeved t-shirt, and leggings, while he gets the fire going.
He turns to look at me in my lace bra and thong, his eyes on fire, and his mouth curved up on one side. “Gorgeous, sexy, hot, beautiful, delicious, mouthwatering. How about those words?”
“Much better.”
He looks around, and then pulls the comforter and pillows off the bed, arranging them in front of the fireplace. Once he’s got them all set up to his satisfaction, he takes my hand and pulls me down and lays me flat on my back with the pillows underneath my head and lower back.
“Comfortable?”
“No.”
“No? Is the floor too hard?”
“No. But you’re still dressed. I’m not comfortable with the amount of clothes you have on.”
“Soon. I need to play with your body for a little while first.”
“If you weren’t so damn good at doing that, I’d fight you a little harder on this.”
“I don’t think I could get much harder without having to go to the doctor.”
“I’m ready and willing to take care of that for you.”
“All in good time.”
I might’ve argued more, but he drops his head to my stomach and gives me little kisses all over. He’s murmuring about how much he loves the baby, and yeah, it’s hot as hell, but I need more. “Lower, Hollywood. Or even higher. Please.”
He smiles before kissing my hips and then my ribs. “That better?”
“Not even close,” I say, squirming beneath him.
“How about here?” he asks, lowering my panties a little to give me kisses where I don’t need him again.
“You know I wore this tiny thong because you said you could tear it off me.”
“I said ‘maybe’ and it’s too pretty to tear up.”
He does pull it off and then removes my bra, too. I run my fingers lazily over my nipples as he watches. I look at his throat as he swallows hard, and then he smiles again. Leaning over, he gives me one long lick down my center, and then backs up again.
“Blake,” I plead.
“I want full participation, Dree. I love when you play with your tits for me, so that’s a good start. What I need more, though, is a good face fucking. I want you taking what you need from my mouth. I want you to help me make you crazy. And then once you’re dripping wet, I’m going to put my cock in you and fuck you until you lose your voice from all the screaming. Do you understand what I want? What I need from you?”
“Yes.” And damn if I don’t now want everything he does—and more.
He tilts my hips up a little more on the pillows, and then puts his mouth to good use. As he licks and sucks me, I buck against his mouth, taking everything he has to give me. He uses his thumbs to open me wide while he swirls his tongue inside of me before moving back up to my clit. I almost stop moving because it feels so good, but I know that if I stop, so will he. I pinch my nipples and continue moving my hips until I can’t hold out any longer. I come hard, and there’s screaming, just like he wanted.
* * *
Blake
After Audrey comes all over my mouth, I sit up and take my clothes off as fast as humanly possible. She doesn’t stop playing with her tits, but I want those for myself now. I pull her up and over me as I lie down.
“I made that pussy wet, and now I want you to ride me with it. Slide all over my cock, and come for me again.”
“It’s your turn,” she says, moaning as she slides down onto me.
“You can feel how hard I am. I shouldn’t hold out, but I’m going to wait for you. I won’t come until your sweet pussy is squeezing my cock while you come.”
“Oh God,” she says, riding me harder. “So good.”
“Do you know how sweet your pussy is?” I ask as I kiss her, making sure she tastes herself on me. “Isn’t it good?”
“Not as good as you taste. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to suck you over and over until you can’t give me any more.”
I grab her hips, and start thrusting hard up into her. I was supposed to be the one turning her on with my words, but what she said just made me lose control. I need to come. I want her to come first, but I may not make it that long. She arches her back, offering up her luscious tits like the presents they are. Who am I to refuse a present like those?
I take one in my mouth, sucking hard before moving over to the other one. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and I can’t hold back, no matter how much I want to. “Fuuckk!” I yell, coming even harder as I feel her join me. She screams again, and I can hear a little hoarseness on her voice as I come down.
Oh yeah, she’s losing her voice, and the night’s still young. Just another epic night with the woman I love. Who could ask for more?
Chapter 22
Audrey
I wake up cold, and realize that not only has the fire gone out, but Blake has stolen all the covers. I chuckle as I pull some away from him so I can cover myself. We ended up on the couch after getting our fill of the floor, the bed, and even the bathtub. I’ll never tease Blake about being old again. He’s insatiable, and so am I.
“Did I steal all of the covers?” he asks in a lazy morning voice.
“Yes you did.”
“Sorry. It’s a horrible habit.”
“I can live with it. Or maybe I’ll just get my own comforter.”
“I don’t like that idea. How am I going to snuggle with you if you have your own comforter?” he asks, nuzzling my neck.
I shiver, both from being cold, and because his hands are roaming. “Then you’ll have to learn to share.”
“I promise to keep you warm,” he says, rubbing my clit in lazy circles with his fingers, as he squeezes my breast, and sucks on my neck. Oh yeah, I could wake up to this every day, and not ca
re about being uncovered.
“Just do this every morning, and you’ll be forgiven if you leave me uncovered.”
“I can’t do this every morning.”
“Oh okay,” I say, realizing that I overstepped. I shouldn’t assume that I’ll wake up with him every morning.
He removes his hands, and turns me in his arms, lifting my chin up so we’re eye to eye. “I meant that I didn’t want to be predictable. I’ve got to try new things, and not just get you off the same way every morning. I will be with you every morning that I can. You know I have movie commitments coming up, but, otherwise, I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”
“I’ll have you.”
“That was easy.”
“Yesterday…talking…and just being with you in the quiet…it felt right.”
“I felt it, too.”
He kisses me softly, and I melt into him. It’s another hour before we get out from under that comforter, and head into the shower. We agreed to behave, because we’re both hungry. I try to entice him with some not so innocent touching, but he grabs my hands and shakes his head. I know he’s worried about me taking care of myself and the baby, so I just smile, and try to be good.
“Where are we going today? The hotel manager said we have late checkout.”
“I was planning on staying here at the hotel.”
“You want to keep me in bed all day?” I ask, totally on board with that.
“Not today, but I’ll take a rain check on that.”
“I’ll write it out once you finishing washing my back.”
“Thanks,” he says, nibbling the back of my neck. “For today, I thought we would swim first, and then I have a couples massage scheduled for us. We can go back into the city and wander around a little more later, too, if you want, or just sit outside by a fire pit drinking hot chocolate.”
“You really are the perfect boyfriend. It all sounds wonderful.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I do. I think you’ll approve of my bikini, too.”
“Bikini? You do know this is a family resort, right?”
“You’re the one who told me to bring a bathing suit, and suggested swimming. What did you think I’d bring?”
“Something boring.”
“Really?” I ask him as I towel off and then wrap the towel around me. “You think I’d be boring?”
“No. Not really. I’m just imagining the headlines when pictures of me with a boner for hours go viral.”
“I’m sure there’s something you can think of to keep Little Hollywood in check.”
“It hurts him when you refer to him as small.”
“I’d do things to assure him he’s not, but that wouldn’t help you with your problem. It’s a term of endearment, L.H. Just remember that,” I say, bending over his crotch, and yes, talking to his dick.
“You just gave my cock a pep talk. I don’t even know what to think about that.”
“I can’t have it feeling insecure around me. It might try and hide, and unless it’s hiding in me, that would be a problem. A big problem.”
He just shakes his head, and I turn away to grab my suit. Once it’s on, and I have everything adjusted, I turn back to him. Blake’s just standing there with his board shorts in his hands, and his mouth open. I look down to see if I have a wardrobe malfunction, but everything’s still covered. My bright yellow bikini with white accents is barely covering me, but I am covered.
“What’s wrong.”
“You can’t go out in that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I told you I’m not a superhero in real life, and that suit…I mean, my God, you’re even hotter than usual. Every man here is going to make a play, Dree.”
“And the women aren’t going to be after the movie star?”
“Shit. There’s that. I obviously didn’t think any of this through. I just wanted to have fun with you.”
“We’ll have fun, and we can mostly pretend it’s just us and ignore everyone else.”
“We’ll just stick close together,” he says nodding his head.
“Of course we will. There will always be women who want you, or men who want me. Who cares? I don’t want anyone else, and I’m pretty sure you don’t either.”
“I don’t. Not at all.”
“Good. Put on your trunks, and let’s go get wet.”
“You’re going to be the death of me. You really, truly are.”
“At least you’ll be enjoying yourself on the way out.”
“We need to go downstairs before I cash in my rain check.”
I tie my wrap my around my hips and kiss him before opening the door and walking out into the hall. He joins me, and we go down to the pool. It’s really sexy to be swimming in a heated pool while there’s snow on the ground all around us; I just wish we were in private. We act a little like we are, splashing and dunking each other, but we don’t do more than kiss since there are some kids around. I know we’re being photographed again, but neither one of us care.
After our swim, we go down a spiral staircase to the spa. Our suite has a beautiful view of the snow covered valley, and we hold hands as our muscles get worked into submission. It feels so good, I almost fall asleep on the table. A light lunch is brought in for us after we’re done, and we cuddle on one lounger in our robes as we eat and take in the view.
When we’re finished, we go back to our room and change. I put on a black sweater with an asymmetrical cape sleeve on one side, some jeans, and boots. I wonder how long I’ll be able to wear my current clothes, as I rub my stomach and think about the baby I’m bringing to life. Blake places his hands on top of mine from behind, and kisses my neck where it’s exposed by my ponytail.
“I can’t wait for you to start showing.”
“You’ll have to make some kind of formal announcement or something, won’t you?”
“I have a plan.”
“Care to share said plan with me?”
“Not yet. It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t really like surprises.”
“You seemed to like the last two days full of surprises.”
“True.”
“So trust me on this one, too, okay?”
“Okay,” I tell him, turning my head to kiss him.
“Let’s go give our credit cards a workout.”
I grab my coat, and follow him. “I like that you said ‘our’ cards and not just yours.”
“I know you wouldn’t let me buy you everything you want. I do insist on buying you a few things.”
“As long as you let me buy you things, too.”
“Deal. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I haven’t forgotten the challenge you threw down about buying you something unique. It’s part of my grand plan for later on.”
“Is it a horse, or a puppy?”
“No, but I’ll buy you one of each if you want them.”
“I don’t. Not really. A dog would be nice, but I can get one myself.”
“Why did you mention them if you don’t want them?”
“My friends got them from their guys, and everyone thinks it’s great. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great for them, too. Just maybe not for me.”
“Hmm. So what if I bought you something that wasn’t really a present you could hold.”
“Like a donation?”
“Kind of. More like something I would do for you.”
“That sounds really wonderful. What are you going to do for me?”
“You’ll see.”
“I tried.”
“You did. It was a very valiant effort, and you will be rewarded for it later.”
“And people say romance is dead.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Dree. Nothing at all.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon walking down Main Street again, stopping into the little shops and boutiques. I find some beautiful jewelry pieces for me, my friends, and Jeanne. I also get some homemade soaps and lotions. Blake gets a
cool ski jacket that even he admits he’ll probably never use for skiing, but it looks great on him.
I can’t resist buying a bunch of things in a baby store we come across, and the shopkeeper directs us to a custom baby boot store nearby. We buy one of everything since we don’t know what we’re having and the little leather booties are just too cute. I can always save the ones we don’t need for when my friends start having babies of their own. We manage to deflect any curious looks by pretending we’re shopping for friends, but once we’re back in the SUV, we gush over everything together.
I’m so happy right now, and that makes me worry that something bad is coming our way. I know I should be just living in the moment, and being happy, but there’s still that little voice in my head telling me Blake Armstrong can’t really be interested in me. I’ve done a good job of ignoring it, but it’s there, and I really want to prove it wrong.
Chapter 23
Blake
I cannot believe I am doing this. I know it’s important to Audrey, but I really don’t want to be here. Especially not with Jeanne, since she seems to think Scott Griffin is a rock star mixed with a god. I’ll do anything for either of my girls, though, so here I am, about to walk into the backyard of the Griffin compound.
Friday night barbeque is apparently an institution, and outsiders aren’t usually invited in. Audrey told me they’re like a second family to her, so she has an open invitation, and she asked to bring me tonight. Maggie told her yes, Jeanne put on a dress, and here we are now.
It’s date fifteen, and they all keep getting better and better. We still keep planning them for each other, but we don’t usually do anything out of the ordinary any more. Mostly just a movie or some kind of show, dinner, or a quiet night of cuddling on the couch while we talk about anything that’s on our minds. Boring by other people’s standards, maybe, but because we’re together, they’re far from it.
Audrey said we should dress casually, but I’m still expecting some big catered affair. Once we walk in, I realize just how wrong my assumption was. All of the Griffins are putting out platters and bowls of food. Gary Griffin is manning the grill, and Maggie is swatting her sons’ hands away as they try and sneak bites of the sides. There are little kids running around, and there is not one thing that could be classified as “fancy’ going on here. It’s like something you’d seen on TV, a big, loving family enjoying a night together.
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