High-Risk Fever (17 page)

She couldn’t believe how fast things had changed. This new situation was surreal, like the craziest dream where she could have anything she asked for. In a few minutes, the four of them would have group sex—something she had never experienced before—to make a baby. And better yet,
Mica would sleep with her!

“Thank you, thank you.” She sang the words as she hurried to take off her clothes.

After a quick shower, she redid her hair and makeup, tied a towel around her body, and ran to hers and Brian’s bedroom.

He still sat on their bed, gazing expectantly as she closed the door behind her. From the flickering in his hazel eyes, he was nervous.

Not as much as I am
.

“So, tell me.” Voice thin, he extended his arms to welcome her.

She approached the bed and slid in between his large, warm thighs, pressing her knees against his crotch. “Lie down. The fun’s about to start.”

His eyes widened. “What? Did they say
yes?
”

With a mysterious smile, she placed a palm on his solid chest and pushed him backward until he rested on the sheets and his thighs spread wider. “Move up a bit, and close your eyes.”

When he obeyed, she turned around, opened the closet, and chose her shortest skirt and most transparent white blouse. A moment later, everything was in place, molding her curves and flattering her femininity. She wore no panties. Just the thought of what awaited in the next minute had her pussy juices running, and a sharp inner contraction of lust made her suck in a breath.

Hips swinging, she brought a black scarf back to the bed, straddled Brian’s thighs, and tied the cloth around his eyes.

“Hmm.” He grinned, displaying his front teeth. “That’s kinky, baby.”

Yes, but she blindfolded him to spare him the view of another man going at it with her.

She crawled back a bit before leaning over his lower body with her ass in the air. With years of expertise, she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, thumb and index finger encircling the soft shaft, and stroked it to life.

“Aw, baby.” His organ thickened and lengthened in her hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah.”

The door opened behind her and two distinct pairs of shoes stepped on the wooden floor, heading toward the bed.

She didn’t turn her head to greet the guys. In order to not disrespect Brian, she would avoid all exchange with them. As much as the idea of having group sex excited her, there would be no eye contact, no sensual touch, no sex talk. This wasn’t going to be a full-on orgy, but an act of necessity to make a baby. A seed would be planted, and that would have to suffice.

Mica’s labored breathing reached her. She closed her eyes and pictured him watching the scene. What a turn-off it must be to see the woman he courted masturbate her husband! She felt sorry for him and hoped he would still get aroused enough to penetrate her. What if the proud Italian in him decided this was too much to ask and he left without even trying? It was possible. Then she would never become pregnant, and all she’d done to make it happen would be for nothing. Her chest squeezed. So much at stake.

The mattress moved.
Thank God
. Mica knelt behind her, his knees spreading her thighs farther apart. The soft cotton of his sweatpants brushed her skin and tickled her. Warmth emanated from his legs. She arched her back, pointing her ass toward his crotch while concentrating on massaging Brian’s cock to the best of her ability. She wanted everyone to be at ease, but at the same time, the job had to be done; she needed Mica’s semen inside.

Two hot palms landed on her thighs, stroking from the curved insides of her knees up to her cheeks beneath the short skirt and down again, sending sparks of want to her pussy. Her inner muscles contracted and wetness glided out of her. At least he wouldn’t need to pry her open.

His fingers lifted the skirt over her ass, baring her nudity, and chilly air brushed the engorged lips of her vagina. The hands moved aside to grab her buttocks, and, seconds later, the hard head of a cock poked at her entrance. Oh, so soon!

He’s ready, he’s going to penetrate me. I can’t believe it
.

She held back a gasp of lust. This was it, the moment they had both been waiting for. He went in, filling her all the way, and slid out. Sizzling heat rushed through her, and in an attempt to stifle a gasp of delight, she took Brian’s cock in her mouth.

“Oh!” Brian chuckled, bringing eager hands to her head and entwining his fingers in her hair.

Encouraged, she swallowed his thick length as deep in her throat as possible, while meeting Mica’s thrusts with her wide-open pussy in a slow, delicious rhythm.

At the sound of a cracked wrapper, Mica paused before suddenly jerking his hips forward with a grunt, his cock gliding fast into her wet tunnel with the movement. His warm stomach and torso cupped her back, and long locks of hair brushed her shoulder blades. She conjured up images of Todd inserting fingers into Mica’s ass before slowly penetrating him with his erection.

Another jerk and a low grunt in her ear, similar to a groan of pain, confirmed Mica was being fucked, too. They were linked together, and the guys behind her started moving in time, heavy breathing and small, insistent slaps filling the room as two pairs of thighs met two pairs of butt cheeks in a quick, perfectly choreographed dance.

She didn’t know how much Brian understood, if he realized a gay sex scene was happening in his own bedroom—a
ménage
à
quatre
, actually—but he groaned so loud from the expert ministrations of her wet tongue and hungry lips around his shaft, he probably couldn’t hear, and he would come any moment.

Mica’s thick cock slid in and out of her with an amazing heat-building intensity, sweaty thighs slapping and hands stroking the exposed skin of her ass, but she couldn’t relax enough to fully enjoy. The situation was far too serious. Against all odds, her plan had succeeded, but in a few minutes their copulation would end, a baby would or would not be conceived, and then her wonderful seducer would leave with his lover forever.

Brian’s hands clutched her head hard, and he came with a sudden, bestial growl, spraying long rushes of hot, salty semen down her throat. She swallowed, let his cock slip out of her mouth to rest on his glistening stomach, and licked her lips.

In the next moment, a succession of loud groans escaped Todd.

Mica tensed in between them, fingers digging into the skin of her butt, and he banged her one last time. In silence. Maybe he didn’t want her husband to hear him come and make things worse for him. His hard length jerked against the sides of her tunnel and ejaculated, hot wetness reaching the farthest recesses of her vagina.

As agreed, as planned.

The next morning, Anne lay staring at the ceiling. After spending the night recapping, conjuring, and enduring while Brian snored peacefully at her side, she was too tired to even have breakfast downstairs.

One by one, vivid images from the past few days flew through her head like the infamous life movie of a dying person. She had played every scene with Mica continuously, concentrating on sense-heightening details. She feared that if she didn’t, the pictures might slip from her mind and disappear.

She had kept to herself in the bedroom since the foursome, complaining of exhaustion from the ordeals in the storm. Brian was understanding and sweet. Maybe the thought of her being pregnant made him want her to be calm and take no risks. He might even tell her to stay in bed for the next nine months.

With the improving weather, new guests arrived during the day and filled the bed and breakfast. Brian took care of the household and cooking. Every now and then, he brought her food and drinks, a cute, secretive grin lifting the corners of his moustache.

Today should be one of the happiest days of her life. According to her monthly schedule, there was a good chance her biggest wish had come true and a little special someone had been conceived. Just the thought should have made her squeal and dance from euphoric happiness.

But what if none of the mini Micaelas made it to their goal and she remained childless?

When Brian came up after breakfast, he told her the bicyclists were preparing to leave and went back to assist them.

Apparently, there would be no other opportunity to make a baby.

She couldn’t help wincing at the memory of their
copulation
, as she liked to call it. It had been too quick, too mechanical and cold. An automated act they performed to make a baby, not because they wanted to enjoy each other’s intimacy. What a disappointment. Mica’s numerous advances had promised so much more sensuality and excitement! Would that five-minute-long impersonal banging remain the last memory they shared and kept before separating?

And if that wasn’t bad enough, the notion of never seeing him again shattered her heart into a thousand glass shards.

God
. Her choked gasp filled the quiet room, and she closed her eyes to stop the threatening tears. Still, drops as hot as molten iron squeezed past her lids and rolled to the sides, trailing a burning path to her ears. The tightening of her chest and throat provoked gasp after gasp. Soon, she wept like a hopelessly crushing teenager, writhing, clawing at the sheets, almost crying out his name.

Footsteps sounded at the bottom of the stairs.

Brian.

She couldn’t let him see her tears. He would understand the reason and have a fit. She had to hide.

The attic.

Wearing only panties and a T-shirt, she jumped out of bed, opened her door discreetly, and ran into the hall. When she pressed the handle of the attic door and opened it wide, it didn’t creak. She dove into the chilly darkness and spun around to close the door. At the same time, footsteps reached the landing.

Thank God she’d made it. She clenched hands at her sides and held her breath, standing behind the hard wood that separated her from Brian.

Oh, idiot
. How stupid to run away like this! He would look for her everywhere. At some point, she would have no choice but to face him and make up an excuse for being in the attic.

She turned to the dark emptiness and, reaching out with a trembling hand, found a dusty stair, and sat on the cold wood. The hammering of her heart almost drowned the approaching footsteps.

Brian stopped outside the door, probably looking inside their bedroom. She bit her lip, straining to listen. He would search the bathroom next, she guessed, then start calling for her.

Instead of moving away, he stayed in front of the door. The hair on her arms rose as if the attic air dropped a few degrees.

The handle turned.

Startled, she moved backward. Her spine hit the next step, sending an electrical jolt through her legs. She put her shaking hands on the dusty wood at her sides as if the hardness of the stairs could provide the strength to face what inevitably awaited her.

Why was she still sitting? She had to pretend to be climbing down the stairs!

Like a robot, she stood. At the same time, the door glided open, blinding hall light flowing in to reveal a male silhouette. Long hair shone around his head and shoulders, and though his features were invisible, it could only be Mica.

She froze.

After a long, oppressive silence, his whisper came through. “What you doing?”

Eyes straining to discern him in the dark, she shook her head, unable to find words. “I’m…I’m….”

He stepped inside and closed the door, plunging them both into blackness as total as the darkest winter night. Much like the first time they were alone in her bedroom, when lightning took out the power.

She stumbled backward and sat on the step again. “W-what are
you
doing? Shouldn’t you be off with Todd?”

“He and Brian took the Highlander to get your car first.” Footfalls on the wooden stairs filled the space between them.

She didn’t know what to do. Back off to escape him, knowing she wouldn’t be able to resist his advances, or stay to face whatever he had to offer?

Not giving her time to react, he knelt on the stair below her, strong thighs pressing her naked legs open, and put warm hands on her hips. His breath brushed her cheek. “We have a few minutes.”

At his touch, her whole body tingled with electrifying need. She stifled a gasp. “H-How did you find me?”

Face inches from hers, he chuckled. “Easy. Not so many places you could spy from.”

Oh
. His cleverness made her head spin.

A hand moved from her hip and up to her face. She pulled back, but he managed to caress the tear-streaked cheek, gentle fingers leaving a trail of coolness on her skin. “Why you crying?”

She didn’t know what to reply. Part of her wanted to shout at him, slap him, and blame him for her pain. He’d started it all, and now that he had her on his hook, he was leaving. But no one had forced her to embark on this adventure with him. All this time, she could have pretended nothing had happened between them and stayed away.

He insisted. “You not want to say good-bye?”

She sat still, chest aching, unable to move. He was so close, the heat emanating from his body warmed the short space between them. His strong, invasive thighs kept hers apart.

“Eh, bella.” A couple of fingers landed on her chin and tugged on her face.

No
. She turned away, new tears rushing to her eyes. “No, stop it. You’re leaving, right? So go.” She reached out, found his chest, and pushed. “Just go.”

Numb, broken, she stared into the blackness at the invisible shape in front of her, willing him to be gone already. It would be for the better. In a while, when he closed the door behind him, she would pretend it wasn’t him, but Brian, the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

Go. Take your bike and leave with your boyfriend, hit the mountain road again, and get out of my life
.

If no baby grew in her womb to keep his memory alive, she would pretend these stormy days in the dark with the two bicyclists had never happened and he was only a fantasy lover, a product of her imagination.