The Will to Love (19 page)

This time it was I who laughed out loud before she became serious again. “Listen, you are an absolute knockout and any man lucky enough to get you is in for a treat but you snagged a gay white male. What are the
odds
of that? And he’s happy with you. You’re happy with him. And who gives a fuck what kind of freaky ass sex you practice because if all he wants is to fuck you up the ass then do it. Hell, Kaz isn’t gay and it was a rite of passage for me.”

“Thanks…I kinda figured that. I don’t know too many men who don’t like it up the crack hole but that is neither here nor there—”

“Okay, he probably asks you to put on a strap-on and fuck him. Do you enjoy it?”

“In a weird ass way I do.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I want the big wedding and I want my parents, his parents and my sister to be there but if we’re still bickering about money then I don’t see that happening and it makes me sad. I don’t want to fight with Sasha. I have worshipped her since we were kids and she’s so into this mindset that I am prettier and I think I’m better than her when I don’t. I love her to death and I’m proud my parents can brag off her. I always thought she was prettier than me because she has such a fragile soul and I’m just so damned jaded. I wish she could see my point of view.” I sighed out loud and knew I’d said too much but nothing that didn’t need to be said.

Sasha had to understand I loved her and it was the only reason why I put myself on the line for her the day before was because I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life. The whole thought of losing her scared me to death.

“That’s an easy problem to fix.” Syd hugged me and I tried not to turn into an emotional ball of mush. “I’ll talk to her and we’ll get this all straightened out. You’ll get your dream wedding and everything else you want. Now, let’s get out of here. I’m starving and could really use some food.”

“Me too.” My stomach rumbled uncomfortably and I realized I was famished. “Come on, let’s go back to your place and have a nice meal with our gorgeous, sexy men.”

We both laughed at this line.

After a quick good bye to Talia and Jerrica, we left with me in the driver’s seat headed to my best friend’s McMansion in Summerlin.

Chapter Eighteen

Will

LIFE PASSED BY much too quickly during the holiday season and before Will knew it, he and Laurel had spent Christmas Day with Grant and Sasha; the band spent the rest of what was left of the year getting warmed up for their New Year’s Eve concert at Vogue Hotel and Casino; and they attended Kaz and Syd’s wedding on the thirtieth.

It passed the time and now that he was on speaking terms with Grant, he felt much more secure in his life.

Will came home on the thirtieth of December exhausted after the wedding a couple hours later than Laurel due to yet another “serious” conversation with Grant. Both wanted to maintain their friendship even if they’d ended their sexual relationship. He was extremely pleased by the turn of events yet also had a giddy feeling of excitement rushing through his veins. The very next night, they would be doing their first official concert appearance at the hotel. It was a rush like no other to perform live. There was something about the electric energy from the crowd that made his skin buzz with energy.

It was like a vodka and Red Bull followed by two lines of cocaine—not that he would ever do hard drugs now—but the high was just as good and he loved being on stage in front of their fans. Nothing else mattered.

Except Laurel.

She was his rock and the one person who proved she could be depended on time and time again. The woman was out of this world fantastic.

Will walked through the door to the sound of Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds” as Laurel sashayed out of the kitchen with nothing on except a pair of women’s black boxer shorts and a matching skimpy tank top. Her olive skin glowed and the house smelled wonderful like a home cooked meal.

“I missed you,” she murmured before she wrapped her arms around his waist and began to sway with the music.

“I’ve missed you too though we’ve only been a part for a couple of hours. Whatcha been up to?”

“What, besides attending my best friend’s lavish wedding and over the top reception. I came home cooked dirty rice because I’m a dirty girl and I’ve had a joint and two shots of Grey Goose vodka. After-sex dinner is done but I was really thinking we could eat it
much
later…after you fuck me several times.”

He smiled at her before he tasted her lips and the feeling was too much. Her warm mouth and soft breath, the way her firm body pressed against his. He needed her now and how could he not oblige when she wanted it just as badly as he did?

Laurel’s lips were liquid magic and he quickly found himself lost in the moment as he devoured her neck and squeezed her ass at the same time.

She somehow maneuvered herself out of his embrace, even in her inebriated state. “We are so not doing the bent-over-a-sofa routine. Take me upstairs and fuck me properly.”

Will followed her up the stairs as she discarded pieces of clothing along the way. By the time they reached the bedroom, she only wore a scarlet La Perla thong and a smile as turned to face him.

“Do you plan to take off your clothes? Last time I checked, I can’t make love to you if you’re wearing your jeans.”

“Yeah, of course,” he stammered before he begin to strip out of his clothes. His dress shoes were tossed into the corner along with nylon socks before he took off his jacket, dress shirt and slacks.

Laurel sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread open as he strode towards her. She caressed his chest before her fingers scraped lightly down to his belly. Her simple actions made him harder than he’d been in a long time. She kissed his stomach before her tongue dipped into his belly button.

Her hand surrounded his shaft and caressed his gently yet with enough pressure for him to feel like a teenage boy in need of relief. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted her lips wrapped around his dick, he’d rather please her and then give it to her nice and slow before he really took her on a rollercoaster ride of pleasure.

Will knelt down in front of her, which forced her to let go of his cock, and he pulled off her lace thong. She was there, exposed and ready for him. Laurel was one of the few women he’d seen whose pussy was bald. She didn’t even had a landing strip. Her genitalia was completely exposed to him.

There was something extremely erotic about her being completely nude before him and she possessed no shame about her body.

Will leaned toward her and breathed in her musky scent buried beneath the expensive perfume and body wash she used. In fact her whole body was perfect for him even if she wasn’t. He parted her plump lips with his thumbs and licked her clit as she breathed deeply. His eyes wandered up to her face and her eyes looked down at him as she caressed her breasts with her fingers.

His mouth surrounded her hard nub as he slid two fingers inside her and caressed her G-spot. Her pussy was like a vacuum that caressed and clamped around his fingers and he realized why he liked making love to her. There were men who couldn’t control their anal muscles as well as she did her kegel muscles.

Far from being a whore, she was experienced, and that was refreshing. There was none of that “deer in headlights” from her. She was completely comfortable with her sexuality and that is what made her so attractive to him.

Will brought her to an orgasm though not an earth shattering one. He wanted to save that for later when he was buried deep inside of her.

As he stood off his knees, she pushed herself further on the bed and she rolled over onto her side as he laid behind her and brought her leg to rest on his own leg as he thrust into her slippery wet pussy from behind. She felt like liquid heaven and he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his pace to match hers as she held him inside her like a vice.

She turned toward him and his lips found her own as he continued to fuck her slow and precise strokes that caressed every part of her. His fingers wandered down to her pebbly hard nipples and squeezed them as she moaned into his mouth.

He realized he was finally home even if it wasn’t exactly the future he envisioned. However, every time he looked into her gorgeous eyes, he knew they were meant to be together.

Laurel rolled on her stomach and he slipped out of her as she got on all fours. “Come on, baby, fuck me any way you want. My body belongs to you.”

Instead of that sounding creepy, it was actually a turn on. He was behind her before he realized it. Her ass was perfect and her asshole was lovely and still tight but he wanted to fuck her only inside that warm cunt that felt so fucking good against his cock.

He grabbed her hips and pushed his cock back inside her as she breathed heavily. Her moans were soft whimpers, and he knew she was close to coming soon; his dick hit that spongy tissue of her G-spot. She thrust her ass against him as he continued to pump his hard cock into her over and over, faster and faster until he could feel his own balls tighten and he withdrew and came all over her back in thick, creamy spurts.

Will wasn’t worried about pregnancy but he did have this fantasy of licking his cum off her body.

He started at the “tramp stamp” tattoo—the only ink she had on her body—and worked his way up her gorgeous back. She still breathed hard as he reached his fingers between her splayed legs and caressed her clit as he lapped up every bit of his cum off her. Afterwards, he kissed her back before she turned around and faced him.

Laurel’s greedy mouth seized his own and they devoured one another, all tongues, teeth and lips as the salty-sweetness of his spunk filled her mouth. She licked on his tongue as he brought her to another orgasm with his fingers pressed against her clit alone.

“I love you,” she said as they reluctantly parted and he continued to kiss her neck and collarbone.

“I love you too.” His voice was mumbled as he caressed her breasts before his mouth grabbed a hold of a nipple and suckled on it greedily.

“And it’s not just what you do for me in bed. I love your mind, your heart, your soul, your group…everything that makes you…
you
.” She pulled his face toward hers. “I adore you and think you are the best part of my life. You’ve saved me in so many ways and I want you to know that I won’t ever take you for granted.”

“I never thought you would.” These kind of declarations of love weren’t his strong forte but he would do his best. “You are the reason why I work so hard because I know you support me whole-heartedly and you appreciate what I do. I don’t think I can ask for much more than that. Every day, I think this was the way it was always supposed to be; I no longer wonder why I’d been so excited to board that yacht to play for Syd’s birthday. I knew here,” he said patting his heart with his free hand, “that I would meet my soul mate. I never believed but now I curse myself for doubting such a thing exists because she’s staring right back at me.”

Laurel smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. “You fucking bastard, you’re not supposed to have me balling my eyes out. Tell me the room in your heart is there for me and I won’t ever leave you…not for
anything
.”

“There’s always been enough room in my heart for you, baby. I just didn’t realize I had it because it was just an empty chamber that caused me pain and self-disgust. But we aren’t our pasts and I can finally accept that. I’m not nothing because I belong to you and there is a huge space in my heart that was meant for you and you alone.”

“I changed my mind. I don’t want a big wedding. I just want you to do one thing…marry me tomorrow before the New Year’s Eve concert. Please?”

Will had a million errands to run but his calendar was free now that he was with the woman he loved. “Fuck yeah. New Year’s Eve is a great day to marry you…my drop-dead gorgeous sexy bitch. ”

She laughed out loud before kissing his delectable mouth. “You sure do know how to sweet talk a woman.”

“About that dirty rice…” he trailed off.

“Fuck it, we can eat it some other time. I’d rather dine on that delicious cock of yours…but give me a half an hour to recuperate first from our last fuck session.”

Laurel embraced him and lay her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her naked body as close to his as possible.