Legally Wed: A Lawyers in Love Novella (2 page)

“You feel so good,” he said hoarsely. “So much warmer inside.”

“So deep this way,” I rasped, and he began sliding in and out as I whimpered with pleasure, feeling lightheaded and boneless, just lying there letting him take me. It was more than physical. Every time he filled me completely, I felt calmer and safer. As I felt the pressure begin to build, I spoke up. “Adam, please. Everywhere.”

He paused and I felt him reach over to the bedside table. Even though I was very wet, I knew he didn’t want to take any chances. He slid out of me and made sure that that I was well lubricated as possible. Then I heard the quiet hum of my vibrator.

“Can you hold this?” he asked slipping it inside me. I reached down with one hand, enjoying how well my rabbit got along with my pussy. Then I felt him press against my ass, first with his finger, massaging me and gently increasing the pressure. Within a minute, my muscles had relaxed and he his finger slipped inside.

“Is that okay?” he asked, sounding like he was on the verge of losing control. That, added to the amount of stimulation, was driving me quickly toward orgasm and I wanted more.

“Yes, but I need you now,” I pleaded. He slipped his finger out, and shortly, I heard the tear of a foil packet. I knew that he was being as considerate as he could be. After all, what goes in eventually comes out, something else I would likely never mention in one of my novels.

Then I felt the head of his cock against me, and I braced myself and pushed back against him, as he grabbed my hips and increased the pressure. I relaxed as much as I could, and then there was a slight burn as I yielded and he slid inside, the momentary twinge of discomfort quickly transforming into intense pleasure and relief. I heard him gasp as he froze.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he bit out and I almost came.

He started thrusting, as my rabbit continued to do its work, and I knew I was done. I had never felt anything even close to this. My entire body felt awash with sensation. I was completely full. I would never feel empty again. I wasn’t going to last a minute.

“I’m going to come.” I moaned, feeling myself crashing forward fast, racing toward orgasm. Nothing would stop it now. I paused for that one millisecond on the edge, and it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. I got that feeling you get when you’re a kid riding a swing, just when you reach the highest point, and feel gravity start to yank you back to Earth.

My outer muscles became taught, and my stomach clenched, as my inner muscles convulsed and began to spasm. There were no coherent thoughts – only sensations, physical and emotional. I didn’t even know you could have emotional sensations. I made an almost primal sound, and I could hear him too, but his voice sounded far away.

“Never. Leave. You.”

He stilled, gasped, shuddered and groaned. Then, he collapsed, being careful, even then, not to hurt me. His weight on me was exactly what I needed at that moment. I felt claimed and comforted and calm.

“Surveying the carnage?” Adam asked, coming into the kitchen later that day. He kissed me on the cheek, and glanced over my shoulder at the smoldering tray of what were supposed to be cookies. They looked like chunks of coal.

“I don’t understand. I did everything I was supposed to.” I stared at the charred rubble in front of me dejectedly. He slid an arm around my waist and I relaxed against him.

“Don’t worry about it, Lilith. We’ll see that it gets a fitting burial.”

“I feel like such failure. I have no domestic skills whatsoever.”

“I’m not marrying you for your cooking,” he said, turning me to face him. He paused for a moment, and I looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. And then, being Adam, he went on. “I’m marrying because you’re good in bed.”

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, as he smirked back at me. I was about to give him a snarky reply when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it out of his back pocket, mouthed ‘Cameron,’ and headed off toward the living room.

I went and sat down at the breakfast table to sulk and try to figure out what contribution I would be able to make to the Roth family Thanksgiving gathering. Adam’s mom said that I could bring a desert, and cookies had seemed easy. Who knew? There was probably nothing open today other than a few convenience stores. Great, we could announce our engagement as I offered his family a pack of Oreos and a Kit Kat.

Adam came back into the kitchen a few minutes later. His eyes dropped to my “King of the Grill” apron and I saw him trying not to laugh. I guess that he hadn’t really noticed before.

“What?” I asked defensively. I found this in
your
kitchen.

“This will be your kitchen too soon. God help us.”

“Very funny. Why do you assume that I’m going to move in with you?”

“Because we’re getting married? And that usually works better if you live in the same place.” He went over to the counter, grabbed a potholder, and emptied my failed culinary experiment into the garbage. It was probably an act of mercy.

“Maybe you should move in with me. A bunch of your stuff is there already. I don’t even have a drawer here.”

“That’s because you don’t need clothes here.” He smirked.

“We haven’t even discussed it, though. You can’t just make decisions for us as a couple without even consulting me. We need to discuss things.”

“Okay, we’ll discuss it.” He held his hands up like he was a scale, weighing the options, and I sensed more sarcasm on the horizon. “On one hand we have the upscale, secure building in one of the best neighborhoods in Philadelphia. That would be
my
place.” The scale tipped a little to the right. “On the other hand we have the tenement in the ghetto. That would be
your
place.” The scale evened out again. “I don’t know, babe, that’s a pretty tough choice. Oh wait! No it’s not!” The scale slammed down to the right.

“We should still discuss it,” I said through gritted teeth. “Married people
discuss
things.”

“What is there to discuss?”

“Don’t you understand? It’s not the choice itself. It’s that you want to make it unilaterally. If you want to marry me, you need to include me in the decision-making.”

“Fine. Do you want to move in with me, Lily? It’s a nice place. It’s true, it isn’t quite as colorful as your place. We don’t have any drunken cougars or tattoo artists named Vixen. And there are no mafia hit men living here, but there are lots of cafes and shops nearby!” he said with a sunny smile.

“It seems like the better choice,” I growled, glaring ominously.

“Well, I’m glad we discussed this, honey.” He smiled.
Communication
was something we were definitely going to need to work on.

“What did Cameron want?” I asked, changing the subject before I killed him.

“He wanted to know if we wanted to come over tonight after we left my parents’ place. Jessica is all moved in now, and they invited Braden and Gabrielle, and Mark and Braden’s sister, Beth.”

“Beth is back in town? That’s great.” I had gotten to know my friend Gabrielle’s sister-in-law, Beth, fairly recently, but we seemed to hit it off really well. Then it dawned on me … “What did you say?”

“I said we would be over later,” he answered, going over to the fridge and pulling out some grapes.

“Again, without even asking me,” I said, getting seriously annoyed. I saw him pause and take a deep breath. He was getting annoyed too. He turned and put the grapes down on the counter. He was more than annoyed. He was angry. Uh oh. Just like old times.

“Lily, do you
not
want to go see our friends tonight?” he asked, sounding exasperated.

“I
do
want to see them, Adam, but I want you to ask before you answer for both of us.”

“Look, if it were something like, should we buy a house, should we have kids, then yes, I obviously see the merits of discussion. But I knew you would want to be there if your friends were getting together.”

I could see that he was pissed off. In the past, I would have held my ground, but the point I was trying to make was about communication, and fighting wasn’t communicating. I took a deep breath myself and counted to ten mentally. Then, I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist, looking up into his angry but still beautiful brown eyes.

“You’re right. I do want to move in with you, and I do want to see our friends tonight, and I’m glad you know me so well. But I need to have a voice in this relationship. I fought enough battles with my parents over the right to have my own opinion. Please, will you just ask? I’ll probably agree.” He just stared back at me for a moment, and then I saw the anger fade.

“Okay. I’m going to go watch some football. How do you feel about that?” he asked. I couldn’t help myself, I smiled.

As I walked up the drive to his parents’ front door later that afternoon clutching my Entemann’s pound cake, I turned to Adam nervously. He had proposed the previous Saturday night, and we had agreed to hold off on telling them until we saw them in person today.

“Now, I think we should wait until we’re all relaxed and sitting down …”

“Uh huh …” he answered, sounding like he was only half listening. He reached out to push the bell as I shifted my weight from foot to foot and felt my palms begin to sweat even in the November chill.

“And we’ll stress that we haven’t discussed the details …” I went on, my voice sounding higher pitched than normal.

“You had better let me hold the cake,” he said, relieving me of my contribution to dessert.

The door flew open and Adam’s mom stood there beaming. His dad stood beside her with a friendly smile. They invited us in, and the second we cleared the doorway, Deb Roth’s eyes flew to my left hand as if angels had tipped her off.

“Oh my
God
!” was all I heard before she clutched me to her bosom in a death grip that could have earned a World Wrestling Federation belt. I gasped and tried to hug her back but my arms were pinned to my sides. I now understood why Adam had wanted to hold the cake. Luckily, he intervened before she cracked my ribs.

“Mom! Come on, let her go. She’s turning blue.” Mrs. Roth immediately turned her attention to her youngest child and only son.

“My baby! My sweet little boy!” She clutched onto Adam like a drowning woman to a life raft. I grabbed the cake back just in time.

“Congratulations,” Mr. Roth said pleasantly. “It’s about time.”

“What’s going on?” Adam’s sister, Abby interrupted before I could explore the meaning of that comment further.

“Look!” Mrs. Roth let go of her baby boy and gestured toward my engagement ring. It might as well have been the Ark of the Covenant there on my left hand.

“Oh, wow,” Abby exclaimed, sounding amazed. “Is that an engagement ring?”

“She finally caught me,” Adam replied smugly and I gave him a raised eyebrow.

“That’s wonderful!” She ran over and hugged us both. Then she called out to the rest of the family in the other room. “Hey everyone, Adam popped the question!”

After a second of what I can only imagine was stunned silence, the next room erupted into a cacophony that sounded like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. So much for my carefully laid plans. Then a wave of family members joined us in the foyer and the hugging began in earnest. Adam’s other two older sisters, Hannah and Sarah, were there, along with Hannah’s husband, Nate, and their four year-old, Josh. There was also a guy I didn’t recognize, who just seemed to be taking everything in. I assumed that he was Sarah’s new boyfriend, Seth.

“I always knew you two would get married,” Hannah noted triumphantly.

“We were always fighting,” I pointed out, a bit confused by this observation.

“Exactly,” Hannah replied with huge grin.

“He had your picture in his drawer all during high school,” Mrs. Roth said cheerfully. Suddenly, everyone turned to stare at her, including Adam, who looked positively violated.

“That was a picture of my friends,” he said defensively.

“And Lily was standing off to the side, looking very lovely. Now, come on everyone, it’s time for dinner.” I looked up at Adam with smug smile of my own and followed along behind his mom.