Time to Pretend (35 page)

“It’s not my birthday.”

His gaze roamed her face, the fierce edge of anger outlined on the lips he pressed together, and then his gaze returned to lock with hers.

“Humor me.”

She squirmed out from under him and scooped up the box of toys.

As she rummaged through the plastic baggies containing her sterilized vibrators, dildos, plugs, and beads, she realized just how much this
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secret cost Evan. Rationally, she knew she couldn’t force either of them to reveal their secret before they were ready, but now she desperately hoped Daniel didn’t wait too long. While she was confident Evan would never leave her, she suspected his legendary patience with Daniel was nearly depleted.

“Strip.” She glanced up at him. He had rolled to watch what she was doing. He pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it to the floor where it landed in the pile of her clothes. Sliding to the floor, he lost his jeans and boxers in short order. “Bend over the edge of the bed. Feet on the floor.”

He threw a mock salute at her and did as she ordered.

He had a beautiful ass. Smooth and perfectly rounded, she couldn’t help but spend a few minutes worshipping it with her lips.

Her forays extended to the flat plane of his lower back, and when she found the valley of his spine, she couldn’t stop herself from licking a path to his neck. Evan shivered and moaned softly.

“You are wicked with that tongue, Alaina.” His compliment recalled her mission, and she reluctantly slid off his back. “Spread your legs a bit.”

Metal runners scraped wood as she opened the nightstand drawer.

He turned his head, watching as she extracted a bottle of lube. “What are you doing?”

She grinned. “I have a huge butt plug that I think you’ll love.” Reaching into the box, she found the open bag. Evan’s eyes rounded as he took in the size of the plug in her hand. Though it wasn’t much longer than a real penis, the girth definitely put a human male to shame.

He lifted his head from the coverlet. “There’s no way that fits in you. You’re too tiny. You barely fit me.” Alaina giggled. “This was a gag gift I won at a bridal shower. I never tried it in me, but I think it’s perfect for you.” She watched shades of indecision flicker through his baby blues, waiting for the acceptance she knew he’d eventually find. At last, he
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rested his head back down on the mattress. “Be kind. That thing’s huge.”

She squirted lube onto the palm of her hand and rolled it around to warm it with her body heat. She sometimes liked it cold, but she reasoned Evan wouldn’t want that kind of shock for his first time with a toy. After coating the flesh-colored plug, she slid her hand between his cheeks. For the past two months, she’d entertained fantasies of touching both of them the way they often touched her, but she hadn’t acted on them. This was yet another thing waiting for the wall of secrets to fall.

A tremor ran through Evan’s body as she found his puckered hole and ran her slick fingertip around the tight muscle. He fisted the comforter in his hands, completely wrecking the bedding Daniel had so fastidiously fixed only an hour ago.

“Harder, little lady. I like it rough.” She bit back a comment on how Daniel was the perfect lover to take him this way. He already knew that. Giving him what he wanted, she shoved two fingers completely inside. He moaned and bucked against her, lifting his hips to beg for more. She finger-fucked him for a bit, teasing him with a varied pace.

At last she withdrew her fingers and spread his cheeks. The tip of the plug tapered to a point that was about as wide as her two fingers.

She shoved that part in hard and fast, and stopped where it widened to twice that girth. He automatically breathed out, relaxing to accept the toy.

“I’m going to go slow now, Evan. Work with me.” She pushed against the base, keeping a slow, steady pressure until it was lodged completely in his ass. He groaned and buried his face in the pile of covers he’d drawn under his upper body.

She ran a light caress over the curve of his ass. “Stay here for a minute and get used to it. I’ll be back.” In the adjoining bathroom, she washed the lube from her hands. The mirror in front of her showed that Evan hadn’t moved at all.

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When she returned, she climbed on the bed next to him and caressed his shoulder until he turned to look at her. The blue of his eyes seemed to glow against the flushed skin of his face and neck. In one swift motion, he snagged her body and pulled her under him.

“Oh, my little lady, I owe you for this.” He growled the promise against her lips a second before he devoured her with one of the most demanding kisses he’d ever used on her.

When he released her, he slowly pushed himself up on his arms.

Strain showed in the line of every tense muscle in his body. Alaina let her gaze wander down his stomach to find his erection, throbbing and almost purple. He was close.

She adjusted her position so that she lay below him with her legs open, inviting him to plunder her body and use her pussy as roughly as he wanted. When he didn’t move, she plumped one breast, kneading it for his benefit and pinching the nipple until she couldn’t hold back her gasp. With her other hand, she parted her nether lips and fingered her clit.

Evan watched, his tongue darting out to wet his lips until she could think of nothing else but the feel of it on her clit. Just the thought brought her to the brink.

“Faster.”

She hadn’t realized her eyelids had drifted closed. At his command, she opened them. Beads of sweat dotted his brow, but he didn’t touch her. She picked up the pace and pressed hard when her orgasm rocked over her.

* * * *

That little cry nearly sent him over the edge. Evan loved the way Alaina’s pale skin flushed when she came. Her lush lips parted to let out the short panting breaths she took as she came down from that small peak.

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This was the first time he’d ever had a butt plug filling his ass.

Though he had experienced sex with men of different sizes over the years, nothing any of his lovers had came close to the size of the toy Alaina had dangled from those delicate little fingers of hers.

She’d fingered him like a pro, and he recognized that she was replicating the things he did to her that drove her insane with pleasure.

All this time, he’d been so afraid of bringing up his need for this kind of stimulation. She had seemed okay with the idea of his bisexuality, but she hadn’t indicated a willingness to participate in this kind of sex play. His heart swelled with even more love for this lovely, generous woman who even now reached for his cock.

He jerked away, eluding her grasp. One touch of her talented hand and he would ejaculate all over her pussy and stomach. Somehow, he didn’t think she would find that anything other than erotic.

The hurt expression on her face tore at his heart. “Honey, that plug is doing its job. If you touch me now, I won’t be able to do mine.”

That seemed to mollify her a little. She settled back on the bed.

Her hands came up to pluck at her nipples. He reached for the box she had moved that now sat near a pillow. Rummaging around produced a peach-colored vibrator with a mushroom-shaped head. At the base, a flat piece jutted out. The part that would press against the clit was textured with bumps that would shake and quiver once power hummed through the device.

He lubed it up and teased it inside her opening. This one had an attached controller and a handle at the base. She quivered when he turned it on and she thrust her hips, urging him to bury it to the hilt.

He fucked her that way until she clamped her legs together and cried out.

He couldn’t wait any longer. “Turn over. Keep that thing inside and turned on. I want to feel it when I fuck your ass.” The languor of her orgasm fell away as her eyes flared with excitement. She scrambled to do as he ordered, and he fumbled in the
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drawer for a condom. He coated his sheathed cock with lube and fought the urge to get rid of the condom. Soon, he promised himself.

Soon they would get rid of all the barriers between them. He would talk to Daniel again tonight. Likely, they’d fight and have some furious sex, and then he’d bring it up again. Alaina deserved better from them. It wasn’t a new argument, and Evan didn’t hold out hope he was gaining ground.

He turned back to find her standing on the floor, her feet planted shoulder-width apart and her body resting on the mattress. One arm disappeared under her, and he knew she used it to hold the vibrator in place.

“Ready?”

“God, yes.”

He buried himself in one thrust, knowing it would drive her to the edge quickly. She bucked, but he was ready. Where he would normally use his arms to brace himself on either side of her, he had learned to use one hand to hold her down. She didn’t bother to temper her reaction to this kind of stimulation. Normally a wild creature, she came apart like this every time.

He planted his hand between her shoulder blades. “Easy, little lady. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He held himself still inside her. The vibrations from her toy teased through the thin membrane separating it from his cock, and the plug filling his ass moved with him, thrusting and pressing like a lover. This might be her birthday present, but she had definitely given him more than he could ever give her.

“Evan.” She whimpered his name, and he gave in to her demand.

He pounded into her. She writhed and screamed, bucking and twisting despite his best effort to hold her still. Then her body went rigid with her climax, and he fucked her faster until seed shot from his body with a force that left him light-headed.

He collapsed on top of her, but he didn’t worry about his weight.

This was something she liked, too.

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“I love you, Evan.”

Using all of his energy, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I love you, too, Alaina.”

* * * *

Snow had come early to Southeastern Michigan. With Thanksgiving two days away, Mother Nature was out to make it memorable. If the temperatures stayed down, the ski slopes would start their big snow machines and open early this year.

Daniel debated cleaning up the breakfast dishes before heading upstairs. Judging by the fact that nothing had moved since he’d left to take Zach to school, he knew neither Alaina nor Evan had made it out of bed.

Lainie needed to get to work. A quick glance at the clock put her at more than a half hour behind schedule. Last night had been another tough night. Zach had awakened in the middle of the night, crying.

Alaina had crawled into the top bunk to calm him down, and she hadn’t returned to the king-sized bed Evan had built for them.

In the absence of a paying job, Evan had been fixing things around Alaina’s house. Her remodeled office featured built-in bookshelves, cabinets, and file drawers. When he had showed her what he had done to her office, she had cried with joy. If Zach hadn’t been with them, Daniel knew she would have christened the new room properly.

They didn’t live with Alaina yet, but that was just a formality.

Except for the fact she kicked them out every Thursday, declaring it her night with Zach, they slept over every night. Not only did they find it difficult to not be with her, they had all settled into a very domestic routine. Since the Labor Day picnic where Evan picked up Zach to take him to the party, the kid hadn’t spent a single night with his parents.

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Alaina had demanded answers several times, but her father always stonewalled. She hadn’t been able to speak to her mother in almost three months. This, apparently, wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

Daniel and Evan didn’t exactly mind. They had both begun to think of Zach as their son. Though he hadn’t slipped up and called them Dad the way he often called Alaina Mom, Daniel knew their role wasn’t different.

Every morning, either Daniel or Evan took Zach to school. The three adults rotated breakfast duty. Evan or Alaina usually picked Zach up from school.

Though he rarely had Alaina to himself, Daniel couldn’t be happier. Sophia almost never missed an opportunity to tease him about living in a ménage relationship when he had spent so much time giving her grief for the way she and Drew played around with various thirds.

For his part, Daniel didn’t see the similarity. Three people might be involved, but it was an exclusive relationship, and they all loved one another. He wondered how much Sophia really knew about his relationship with Evan. She was usually very perceptive, and some of her looks and comments lately had been entirely too probing.

No shower sounds came from upstairs. He let the mess in the kitchen slide. Alaina had gone from shock at how clean he kept things to teasing him about his standards of cleanliness, especially when he power-washed her siding and told her she should be doing it twice a year. She had laughed and kissed his cheek before slapping his ass and telling him it was now his job.

The bedroom door was open, but the only light in the room came from the bright November sunlight streaming through the slats in the blinds he had installed. It was enough to see Lainie straddling Evan, though she didn’t appear to be moving.

Sounds of contentment, similar to those that inevitably escaped during a massage, came from Evan. His hands rested on Lainie’s thighs. A low hum reached Daniel’s ears.

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Evan sucked air, and his hips lifted from the bed.

Lainie giggled and adjusted her position a bit. With one hand, she flicked a lock of those luscious curls over her shoulder.

“When I recover, I’m going to bend you over and fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

Daniel raised a brow. He had awakened more than once due to the motion of the mattress next to him. Though Evan and Lainie often had sex in the morning while he slept soundly next to them, she had never allowed it to make her late for work. “Lainie?” She turned her head, a devilish smile accenting the slyness of her cat eyes. “Danny, we didn’t wait for you, but don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”