by Jisa Dean
"Yes, ma'am, I do." It's a valiant approach. The next thing won't be soft.
"Exactly how old are you?"
I like the mom. I see why my angel was kept so close and what good care she had taken of her now. It makes me want to smile.
"Mom!" Paige looks like she might melt into the floor. Her cheeks are red and she has the most adorable scrunched up face, not believing that her mom would ask me that question.
"I'm forty-two. "
Her mother's mouth falls open. Paige squirms in her seat next to me. Mel keeps right on eating not understanding any of these undercurrents going on in the conversation.
"You're...you're seven years older than I am." She looks down at her plate, her face growing dark and stormy. "Mel, honey can you please excuse us for just moment. Go ahead and take your plate into the living room and watch something on television."
As soon as Mel is in the living room, Paige's mother starts her attack. "Are you married, Mr. Owen?"
I lift an eyebrow at her, "No. I was married to my job for so long. Until I saw your daughter, that was all I thought about. And has been all I thought about for years."
I want to make it very clear to this woman that Paige will never be anything less than my wife.
"Do you have children? Perhaps one Paige's age?"
Paige is looking back and forth at me and her mother with every statement we lobby at one another. "I don't." I look at Paige and let my eyes travel over her body, stopping at her wide hips perfect for giving birth to my fleet of offspring. I look back at her mother on the other side of the dinner table. "Yet. But I want them. A whole house of them."
Paige gasps and looks down at her plate.
"So you want my daughter to be a breeding cow for your rich heirs."
I can tell by how all the color drains out of Paige's face that her mother has hurt her. Her eyes are filled with shock that her mother would say something so vile right in front of her. I take Paige's face in my hand and guide her gaze back to my face. "Go into the living room with your sister, me and your mother have to talk."
Worry has her eyes going even wider. She tries to look over at her mom but I keep my grip on her firm, showing her I mean to be taken seriously. She stands and takes her plate with her but I can see her hands shaking as she lifts her glass off the table. When she is settled I turn back to her mother.
"I’ll give you the respect the woman who raised my future wife deserves." Under my intense stare she starts shifting around in her seat, much like Paige. "But I will never stand by and let someone insult my angel either. Don't ever do it again."
I say the words slow enough that she can fully embrace how mad I am right now.
"Not only have you hurt Paige by asking something so disgusting but you lessen her importance in the world and I won't have that. Not even from her mother."
The woman across from me has her eyes turned down but when they come back up to meet mine there is still fire in them.
"And I won't let you ruin her life just because you 'think' you're in love when all you really want is some young virgin to keep you warm for the next month or two until you use her all up and find someone else who’s innocent. Paige doesn't need to throw her life away because you make promises you won't keep."
I sit back in my chair and never break eye contact with her. I hear where she is coming from. "You worry about her. I'm glad you do but let's not talk about ruining her life when you use her more than anyone." Her gasp tells me I've made a direct hit. "Paige isn't going to college next year because she doesn't want to leave her sister, or you when you need her so badly. Even though her grades are good enough and she can have a full scholarship she doesn't even want to look at the paperwork much less talk about it. Now tell me again who exactly is using your daughter?"
Her face crumbles and a tear slips out but I force myself to be unmoved by it, no matter her resemblance to the woman I plan to make mine.
"I was working over so I can help her when she went in the fall. Scholarships don't always cover things like rent or books, or food." She seems so lost that I have to take pity on her.
"Paige won't have to worry about those things any longer. I intend to take care of her. If she wants to go she won't have to worry about anything. If she doesn't and wants to be a stay at home mother then she can do that. If she doesn't want to be a mother then we will never have kids and it will never be brought up again." The woman sits with her mouth open again. "Whatever she wants I will give her. But I think we both realize the thing she wants most in the world is to be with her sister and raise a family. You couldn't have missed the way her eyes lit up when I talked about putting babies in her."
Her mother's gaze skates away from mine to find Paige sitting with Mel talking with their heads together.
"And she'll be a wonderful one," I wait until her eyes come back to me, "because she has a good example right in front of her."
Her eyes get misty again and she gives me a small smile that isn't much but I'll take it. She heaves out a heavy sigh before finally looking at me again. "Please don't hurt my little girl."
"Never." It's a promise I take very solemnly. And I never break promises.
Chapter Six
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Paige
I try to listen to what is being said in the kitchen while at the same time keeping Mel from hearing anything that might upset her. She really likes Liam. I can also tell Mom doesn't. God, what did he think was going to happen when he told her he wanted to stuff me full of babies? Even if it did make me all wet down there and my body started doing things that I've only read about in books that my mom doesn't know I read.
Finally, when they come out, Mom looks like she's been crying and Liam looks like he's smug and satisfied. Did he make my mom cry? I start to go to her but Mom stops me. "Liam has to go, Paige. Why don't you walk him out?"
He reaches for my hand and intertwines our fingers so that we are holding hands. Right in front of my mom and my little sister. He pulls me closer to him as he walks to the door but before I can say anything to him he turns back around and speaks to my mom, "I'll let you know when they start."
She gives him a smile and nods.
Liam? He's going to let her know when someone is going to start what? Walk him to the door? I am so confused. He walks me to the door of the apartment. "Liam," he stops right in front of me. When he turns around his eyes are bright like he's running a fever, it makes me nervous when he looks at me with that look in his eyes.
"Hearing you say my name makes me want to give you more reasons to say it." He looks over my head, not a hard thing to do at my height. I turn around to look back at my mom and Mel but both of them are gone. Mom must have taken Mel to the back bedroom. "I think this is the first time you've said my name. Do you have any idea what it does to me?"
I shake my head. He closes his eyes and groans up at the ceiling. His body comes closer to mine, closer than we have ever been. If I move my leg just right I could be straddling his thigh. Our bodies bump and meet at different points and at each one, it feels like I've been burned.
"It makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and take you home with me." He nuzzles into the crook of my neck. It tickles but also makes the ache I've been feeling worse. "Hearing you say my name makes me want to hear you yell it as I push inside of you and teach you all about what it means to be loved." His beard is so soft like velvet only with a hint of rough to it too.
"I'm going to kiss you, Paige, and then you're going to spend time with your mom and sister. But I'll call you tonight and you and I can do what I told you we would do."
He pulls back just enough to move his soft lips up to mine and I swear I melt into a puddle right there at his feet. It feels like I have no bones in my body. His mouth is enchanting and I am under his spell. When his tongue comes up and stabs forcefully into my closed lips I open willingly for him. My thighs squeezing together to try to hold back the moisture between them.
His tongue swee
ps into mine and explores. I try to choke down the moan that comes out of nowhere but I'm not fast enough. It does something to Liam because he growls in my mouth and pushes his leg in between my own. Now I am straddling his thigh, riding his leg and the pressure on the part of me that seems to be aching so badly is amazing.
I shouldn't but I experiment with what would happen if I rocked back and forth. Maybe if I do it small enough he won't be able to tell I'm pushing forward and sliding back down. His hands fall to my ass and it doesn't take me long to realize he not only knows what I've been doing he wants to teach me how to do it the right way. He forcefully pulls me closer to him and then pushes down using my hips to stroke me against the rough fabric of his jeans.
Somehow my arms have wrapped themselves around his neck and my hands are diving into his hair which is equally as soft as his beard. Over and over he moves me, getting faster and faster until I have to pull away from our kiss to get enough air into my lungs. His hand, big, rough, and broad covers my mouth so that when I break apart, just shatter around him, my mom and sister won't hear me scream or cry out.
And I do break. My whole being goes rigid, my toes barely on the ground any longer as I use my thighs and arms to push and pull myself up higher and higher on his leg. And like a rubber band stretched too tight I snap. My body shivers and all sense and sound leaves me, for a brief moment all I can do is feel. I convulse so hard muscles in my body I don't realize I even have tense up and surge with release when it's all over.
Reality hits me hard, like flying and then falling back down to earth to be stopped abruptly by gravity. My chest is heaving and my arms are squeezing Liam's head so hard that I worry I've smothered him to death. I let go so he can come up for air but he stops to place a kiss in the middle of my collar bone. His eyes are glazed over and I've messed his hair all up. His hand falls away from my mouth and when I look at him I can tell he's sweating.
"I'm...sorry." My voice sounds shaky and deeper than normal, thick with the memory of what we just did.
His bright blue eyes twinkle when he looks at me, "I'm not. That was the best good night kiss I've ever had."
I try to wipe the smile off my face but my lips won't stop grinning. "That was the only good night kiss I've ever had."
He nips his lower lip in between his teeth like he's trying to hold back from telling me bye again. "I'll call you, later tonight. Answer, yes."
I nod my head and with one more kiss, he's gone.
Mom doesn't say much when I go to find them. She gives me a huge hug and things go back to normal with me and her doing the dishes while Mel watches cartoons on TV. All of us sit down to watch a sitcom right before bed and by the time I stop thinking about Liam it's time for bed. Mom surprises me by taking Mel into her room with her for the night. When I ask her why all she tells me is that I need more space and it's her turn to give it to me. Whatever that means, it makes me a little upset because it sounds like she's trying to distance herself and Mel from me.
After the lights go out and I lie down my phone buzzes. I reach for it knowing who's calling.
"Hello Angel, how was the rest of your evening?"
"Okay I guess." I try to stay quiet so I don't wake my mom and sister up if they've already gone to sleep.
"What's wrong, you sound upset?"
"Mom took Mel into the room with her for the night. I know that sounds stupid but we have always slept together in the same room. It's like she...I don't know, wants to keep me at arm's length from her and Mel."
"No, angel. Your mother would never do that. She just knew you would need a little privacy tonight for what I have planned for you. Do you have the panties with you?"
"Wait just a minute." I reach for them, still in the box, under my bed. I notice they are very heavy when I pick them up. "Okay, I have them."
"Put them on." His voice sounds like he's getting really excited about what is about to happen.
"They're really heavy," I say just to have something to say while I slip my simple plain white cotton panties off and pull the lacey ones he bought me up over my hips.
"That's because they have a vibrator in them."
"What?" I reach down and feel for the small hard device nestled right up against that place that loved being pressed against Liam's thigh.
"Do you have them on, angel?"
"Yes." Before I can take my fingers off of the little vibrator it turns on and gives a gentle buzz that travels through the material of my panties and straight to my clit. I gasp into the phone and try to relax my grip around it.
"Now I want you to tell me everything you feel. Tell me all of it, everything you think, everything you want but have been afraid to ask for. I want to hear your voice as you try to talk through your orgasm."
"Liam," he groans on the other end of the phone, "I don't think..." My voice is cut off because the buzzing between my legs is turned on again. Oh my God.
"I...it feels good. And scary at the same time." The buzzing gentles. "I...things feel funny down there. Tight and tender." The last word is said a little higher than the others because the buzz increases until I think I'm going to scream. I try to pant out to tell him to stop or slow down I don't have enough air to do that and breath as hard as I am having to right now to keep from screaming.
"Please, Liam, please. I'm going to scream if you don't stop." I finally manage to say it in a lull between the times he starts the vibrator and stops again.
"Hold your pillow over your face when you think you're going to scream out but don't take the phone away from your ear, I want to hear you cum for me." His voice is coming faster too and I wonder if he's rubbing himself thinking about me.
"Oh god, I'm close." I'm heaving out groans and gasps and everything inside of my body is vibrating too. I can hear the sounds of him panting and moaning on the other end of the phone and it takes me even closer to the edge of my own orgasm. The vibrator turns on one more time and sends my hips up off the mattress, moving the way they would if he were here inside of me. I shove my face into the pillow I have smashed over my head and clutch the phone in a death grip in my hands as I cum moaning his name and crying out for him.
He gives one final grunt and shouts my name. Then silence falls, which gives me time to think about what his orgasm looks like. The underwear that he gave me just that day are soaked all the way through and my body is so relaxed that I start drifting off to sleep but his voice calls me back.
"Take the panties off baby and get under the covers if you aren't already." I fumble for the waist of them and with some work manage to take them off and unhooked from my ankles. "Now go to sleep baby but don't hang up I want to listen to you sleep for just a little while."
I give some sound that hopefully tells him I won't hang up as I get comfortable again. The last thing I hear is his gentle breathing and his murmurs that it won't be long until we can be together like this in the same room.
***
The alarm on my phone yanks me out of my dreams of Liam and lets me know that reality is waiting right outside my door again. Last night feels like nothing more than one of those dreams I've been having of him but when I go to step out of bed my feet tangle up in the discarded panties from the night before, still damp from where I soaked them. I shove them under my pillow and go to start breakfast before we're all late.
I drop Mel off right after before I start walking to my school. Its cold out today and fresh snow coats the sides of the street waiting for more to fall any minute now. I've always really loved Christmas time. The lights, sounds, and smells make me feel like magic is everywhere.
I keep my head in the clouds for most of the day. When my phone chimes right after class and I see Liam's number I hurry to open it. I'm looking down when I run into Nicole from yesterday. I mumble an 'I'm sorry' and go to walk around her when she catches me by the arm in a deathlike grip, her claws sinking into the fleshy part of my arm even through my sweater.
"I don't understand why someone like Liam Owens is slummin
g it with someone like you but whatever the reason it's not going to last. Men like Owens always move on to more classy ladies when they look to the future." The way she flips her hair and smiles like she might have eaten something innocent and cute today tells me she thinks she is that 'classy lady' Liam will move on with. "So enjoy your...affair. It won't last long."
I make a run for the door without saying a word to her. I don't know why she thinks I am her enemy. Girls like her don't really need a reason to be mean to girls like me, they just like to.
Getting outside and pulling the cold air into my chest helps clear away some of the dirt from the filthy things she said about Liam but when I look down to read the message he sent me I might have to rethink my belief on whither Nicole is right or not.
