“Doesn’t matter how it sounds. You do what you wanna do, baby. But I’m comin’ with you.”
“You don’t trust her?”
“No.”
“The guy she’s with is a banker. He sounds boring.”
Chuckling, I kissed her neck. “Good. She probably needs it.”
“She does.” She turned in my arms and ran her hands up my chest. “I should really thank her for taking me along that night and giving me the man of my dreams.”
“Yeah?”
She looked up at me with heat in her eyes. “If it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be where I am now.”
“True.”
“Dom?”
“Yeah, little mouse.”
“We have about an hour before Crispin’s awake. Do you think you could make me come in that time?”
I picked her up, sat her ass on the counter, and rocked into her. “I reckon I could.” I removed her tee and bra, cupped her tits, and sucked a nipple into my mouth. “What would you say if I said I’d love to see you with my baby in here again?” I rubbed across her stomach.
Her breath hitched. “That I better go off the pill then.”
My grin was damn big as I lifted my head. “You want another?”
“Yes.” She nodded. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and was ready to hit dial when Court stole it from me. “What are you doing?”
“Callin’ your mom to let her know she’ll have another grandkid comin’.”
Laughing, she shook her head. “How about we wait until it actually happens?”
When I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around me. “Then let’s get down to business.”
“Okay,” she said against my throat, where she nipped.
Sex was beyond damn good with my little mouse, but our lives weren’t just about that. She made me happy. She completed me in ways I didn’t know I was missing until she’d filled them.
My life couldn’t be more perfect than it was with my woman, my old lady, my wife.
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Polished P & P series.
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Lucas
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Groaning, I brushed my free hand through my shoulder-length blond curls and then tapped my phone against my forehead. Why did my brother have to have his biker friends over tonight?
Yes, it was his house.
Yes, he could do what he wanted in it.
To some extent.
I could have gone without seeing him drilling one of his flings over the kitchen table. A table where I would always make sure to sit at the opposite end after witnessing that scene.
It was just that I’d had a shit day. One of the worst.
I’d woken late because I’d forgotten to set the alarm. It had rained, which caused me to get drenched, and then I’d slipped as I walked into class, landing on my ass. I was sure it would be bruised by tomorrow. Of course, everyone had a good chuckle over it. Lastly, I nearly got run over on the way home. The stupid dick didn’t want to give way to a pedestrian and decided my life was fair game.
It was lucky I moved out of the way fast enough. Though, as I did, I got a good look at the driver. Mitch dickface Henry. He and I had gone to the same high school, and I’d hoped to be rid of him through college, but I wasn’t. He had it out for me, always had, ever since it was proven that I excelled in class. He wanted to be the best, but there I was tarnishing his perfect grades with my better ones. It wasn’t like I meant it. I just loved learning.
I could still hear his taunting laugh.
When would the dweeb grow up?
With a shake of my head, I finished my walk down the street to my brother’s place. It was two months ago when our parents moved from Nevada to Australia, and sold their place, to see if it suited them in retirement. So, Zion, my brother, offered up his spare room so I could stay and finish the fourth year of my pre-med degree, then med school before I found a placement and started my residency training at a hospital.
I’d been surprised he’d offered it to me. Zion was five years older than me, and we were so different from each other, it was funny. I was the nerd, the quiet guy who was clumsy, spoke before he thought—or stumbled over his words—and was uncomfortable in crowded rooms. Zion was the life of the party. Popular and fun-loving, he didn’t care what anyone thought. Unfortunately, I did, but I was slowly learning not to.
What helped when Zion offered his place was that we both knew we would be busy and hardly be in each other’s space since I liked a place where I could study in peace. Which I did a lot. When I wasn’t in class, I had my head buried in a book. I had a job at the local café, which also contained an electronics store where I helped out with repairs on gaming systems. Zion was busy with the business he’d gone into with some of his friends.
Our parents were proud of him, especially since Polished Pussy was doing so well. Even if it was a brothel, our parents didn’t care as long as Zion was happy in what he was doing. Mom had wanted a tour of the place, but when Zion said it was open day and night and that he wouldn’t feel comfortable taking her through a place where people had sex, she’d glared and asked, “How do you think you and your brother were made?”
I quickly ran from the room before I heard any more, but Mom got her tour and had come home gloating about how she knew it would expand because of how clean it was and how sweet the ladies were. No doubt she would have sat down and found out about the working girls’ lives while sipping tea and probably commenting on their skills.
I shuddered at the thought. However, Mom was right. Zion and his friends were opening another two Polished Pussies in the neighboring cities in the next month.
Heck, I was even proud of my brother. I never thought a brothel with the name Polished Pussy would take off.
I’d been wrong.
When I’d asked him about the name, he’d snorted and said, “We’d been throwing names around all night, but then, after a few joints, someone said they’d like to polish their woman’s pussy with their tongue. We all looked at each other and yelled, ‘Polished Pussy.’ It stuck, and thank fuck it worked.”
I wish I hadn’t asked. I didn’t need to know about his friend wanting to… do that to a woman.
You see, my brother didn’t know I wouldn’t want to talk about women and their body parts. He didn’t know that it didn’t interest me, because he didn’t know I was gay.
Our parents didn’t even know.
Why I hadn’t told anyone, I didn’t have a clue. I knew they would support me, but every time I went to open my mouth to inform them I liked dick, I felt it wasn’t the right moment. Instead, time passed, and I kept my mouth shut. In the end, they moved without the knowledge, and I shifted into my brother’s home. My brother, who was the straightest guy I knew. I wasn’t even sure about his stance on gay people, which was another reason I hadn’t said anything.
I couldn’t exactly say, “Ah, hey, bro, what do you think about guys getting it on?” No matter how I said it, I knew it would come out wrong, then I would freak out if I thought he was going to be disgusted.