Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (39 page)

Since he was already about to come in her face, he ripped off
the paper and opened the box. “And this would be…?”

“
A scrotum shield,” she said. “Here, I’ll show you.”

Similar to the Christmas tree dick decoration, this was a Y-shaped gold piece
that looked like a penis with wings and was held in place with a chain and an elastic cord that looped underneath his scrotum. A tiny charm dangled from the cockhead like a droplet of pre-cum. By the time she had it on him, his dick was purple.

She nodded her approval.
“Very chic. Some of these things had matching leashes, but since you don’t like being tied up, I figured I’d pass on that for now.”

Two seconds later, his dick went off like Old Faithful.

She arched a brow. “You actually
like
the idea of me leading you around by the balls?”

“I believe I do
,” he gasped. “That’s nothing
like being tied up and deserted.”

“True. Maybe I’ll get one with a
leash for your birthday.”

Alan was perilously close to coming again, but somehow managed to tamp down the response.

“Open another one.”

He was almost afraid to. This time, it was
an elastic band attached to a chain and a teardrop shaped pendant.

“Penis bracelet,” she said. “You can wear these all day.” She grinned. “I learned a lot at that store.”

By the time he’d opened the rest of his gifts—three different types of lube and six vibrating cock rings—Alan’s balls ached like he’d been kneed in the groin. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

“You better believe it, big guy. My pussy is killing me.” Turning around, she sat down on his prick.

Alan groaned as his penis disappeared into her pussy and let out a yelp when she wiggled her ass.

She rose up until only his cockhead remained lodged in her slit. “Squirt some of that lube on your dick.”

Grabbing the nearest bottle, he flipped up the lid and aimed it at his shaft. The clear fluid only felt cold for a second before she sat back down.

Rotating her hips, she let out a satisfied sigh. “Much better.
Sit still while I fuck you.”

Since he’d seldom taken
a passive role, Alan wasn’t sure he could do it, but he somehow managed to hold still—although his lower lip would probably bear teeth marks for days.

Her hair hung down her back, and from time to time he could see her tits when she
shifted sideways. Her hips flared out from her waist, culminating in the roundest, most succulent ass he could imagine. Slapping his hands onto her butt cheeks, he held tight, pumping her up and down on his dick.

“You’re supposed to hold still,” she chided.

“I am. I’m moving
you
, not me.”

“True.
” She ground her pussy against his groin before sitting down hard so hard his nuts bounced. “You know, for a second there, I thought you were going to spank me.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Sure. Smack that ass and then fuck it if you like.” Popping up off his dick, she thrust backward, shaking her ass at him.

He slapped her once
, and her head snapped back, creating a dip in her lower back that displayed her swollen pussy lips as well as her asshole. She moaned with the second smack and he could’ve sworn he saw juice squirt out of her pussy with the third.

“I think I like that,” she said. “
One more time, then you can stick your dick in my ass.”

Alan wasn’t sure he’d last that long.

He didn’t. With a yell that probably startled Santa’s elves, he fired off a round that squeezed his nuts dry.

“Holy shit
,” he whispered as his body seemed to melt into the mattress.

She shot a grin over her shoulder. “Am I gonna have to fix breakfast myself?”

“Maybe. Not sure I’ll be able to move for a while.”

Rocking forward onto h
er hands and knees, she turned around and gave him a kiss that would’ve made him come again if he’d had anything left in his balls.

“Merry Christmas,
sweetie. Want bacon with your omelet?”

“Absolutely.
Half a pound should do it. Might need five or six cinnamon rolls, too.”

“Coming right up.”

She hopped off the bed and headed for the kitchen. Somehow he doubted he’d be
coming
anytime soon.

Wow
.

* * * *

Emily was halfway through lunch at the home of Alan’s Aunt Grace and Uncle Adam when she realized she hadn’t given a thought to her “problem” since breakfast. Even then, she’d only caught herself briefly wishing she had a recent photo of her parents laying about for Alan to notice. One of their wedding pictures hung on the wall, and although Emily could certainly recognize her mother from it, she doubted that Alan would make the connection.

Emily thought she’d done pretty well remembering everyone’s name—mainly because Alan had briefed her on the way over. “
Travis is the guy with short blond hair, dimples, and a killer smile. His wife Miranda is a nurse—very pretty with long auburn hair, and like I said before, she’s several years older than Travis. Her son Levi is mildly autistic—a cute blond kid in his early twenties. He’s funny as hell. You’ll love him.”

Travis’s brother, Stuart, had been dating a lawyer named Christina for about
six months. “They look like a couple of movie stars,” Alan said. “She’s gorgeous and he’s tall, dark and handsome. Miranda’s younger sister Tracy might be there, too, but I don’t know her very well.”

Travis and Miranda had greeted her warmly, a
s had Alan’s aunt and uncle. Levi’s frank observation that he was happy Alan had found a beautiful girl to marry had everyone chuckling until Tracy arrived sporting a black eye and a swollen nose.

While n
o one else seemed to know what to say, Levi didn’t hesitate. “Aunt Tracy! What happened to your face?”

Tracy’s
attempt at a smile became a wince as her lip split open and began to bleed. “Nothing much, just another bad date.”

“You shouldn’t go out with those mean men,” Levi said bluntly. “You should marry a
nice
guy.”

“It’s not like I haven’
t tried,” Tracy said as Miranda pulled her into a hug. “I think it’s time for me to give up.”

“
No,” Levi insisted. “There are lots of nice men. Maybe they aren’t very handsome, but at least they aren’t mean.”

Tracy shrugged. “I guess that’s the answer. Only date the homely ones.”

Chad had been a real looker, and so was Emily’s husband, Dane. She’d learned the hard way that looks weren’t everything—and so, apparently, had Tracy.

Miranda
gazed at her sister with angry tears in her eyes. “I hope the bastard rots in jail.”

Tracy’s laughter sounded more like a series of sobs. “He’ll probably wind up there eventually.”

Miranda’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t press charges. Did you?”

“No, I didn’t.”
Tracy would’ve been quite pretty if it weren’t for her injuries. Her soft brown hair was shoulder-length and shining, but her eyes were dull and she looked exhausted. “I gave almost as good as I got, and my neighbor clobbered him with a guitar and practically strangled him with the strap before booting his ass down the stairs—which was pretty impressive considering Bryce is easily twice his size.” For an instant, her eyes sparkled with mischief and a trace of affection.

“I’m glad to hear it—I think,” Miranda said.
With a slow wag of her head, she added, “You sure know how to pick them.”

“No
shit.”

Emily knew the feeling.
Although none of them had been abusive, she’d dated—and married—some real duds. Alan stood close beside her, his warm presence reminding her that sweet, loving men truly did exist.

And to think, I almost lost him.

The party took on a somber note after that, but by the time they all sat down to dinner, the mood had lightened considerably. Travis and Alan kept up a steady banter that had everyone smiling, including Tracy. 

Foll
owing a spirited gift exchange during which Stuart and Levi fought over a pizza cutter shaped like the
Starship Enterprise
, Alan and Emily left for Janice’s house.

“You weren’t kidding about your Aunt Grace’s turkey,”
Emily said as Alan helped her into the Jeep. “I’m stuffed to the gills.”

“
Probably all those cinnamon rolls you ate for breakfast.”

“Hey, I only had two
.
You’re the one who pigged out on them.”

“Yes, but you’re the one who
gave me all those penis ornaments and fucked me into a stupor. I wouldn’t have eaten them otherwise.”

“Yeah, right.
Like I really twisted your arm.”

He got in beside her. “So, other than the turkey, what’d you think?”

“You’re aunt and uncle both seem very nice. Travis is a real sweetheart, and you were right about Christina and Stuart having movie star potential. I enjoyed meeting Miranda, and Levi cracks me up, but poor Tracy…”

“Yeah. I know what you mean. I’ve only
seen her a couple of times, and, trust me, she didn’t look
anything
like that. Makes me want to pound that asshole’s head into the ground.”

“You’d probably have help if you did. Travis looked like he was about to explode
—and so did Levi.”

“Good thing her neighbor was there to help her out. I hate to think what would’ve happened otherwise.”
He started the engine and pulled away from the curb. “I have
never
understood why some men feel the need to beat up their women. It doesn’t make any sense. I mean, it’s fun having your buns swatted now and then, but to leave bruises like that? No way!”

“Yeah. I’ve never understood it, either, but then, I’m not a man with a controlling attitude.”

Unlike Janice’s husband. Ned had never been abusive, but he certainly liked being in control—which was one reason why Janice hadn’t held a job since her marriage. He’d insisted that she stay home and take care of the house and their children. The fact that she’d gotten involved in several school and community projects wasn’t too surprising. Everyone needed contact with the outside world to stay sane. Especially women. Emily never realized how much she depended on her friends to be there whenever she needed to vent her frustrations.

What would they say if she told them
about Alan and her mother?
Probably freak out and tell me to ditch him.
Having already heard that from Janice, she didn’t want to risk ever hearing it again.

What would her mother say? Would she
advise Emily against ever seeing him again? Would she admit the truth?

Emily wasn’t sure, but the fact that her
mother had encouraged her to shop at his store had to count for something. Then there was her father. Had he heard the story? Given that her parents’ marriage had taken a turn for the better, she doubted it. Perhaps being with Alan had cured Vivian’s midlife crisis. It had certainly turned Alan’s life around.

And soon
that life would turn upside down. She hated to dump everything on him at once. But there was at least one
thing she could warn him about.

“
Before we get to Janice’s house, there’s something I need to tell you,” she began. “Turns out your ex-girlfriend Carol is a friend of Janice’s. She, um—”

“Thinks I’
m a creep?”

“
Unfortunately, yes. She didn’t want me to bring you with me tonight. I told her she’d have to get over it and that I wasn’t coming without you. Anyway, I wanted you to know in case she starts acting weird.” It wasn’t the only reason—or even the most important—but it would suffice to explain Janice’s attitude for the time being.

“Small world, huh?”

“You got that right.” Unfortunately, it was even smaller than he realized.

“Would you rather I
didn’t
go there?”

Taking his hand, she gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Oh, hell, no. I’m not giving you up because of something that happened to one of her friends. She should know me better than that.”

Then again,
maybe she didn’t. Emily had enough trouble figuring herself out, let alone the thoughts and motivations of others. Right now, her attention was on learning about Alan. She’d never imagined she would need a refresher course on her own family.

She still couldn’t fathom why
Janice—or her mother—hadn’t told her all this before, and she was a little miffed at being left out of the loop. Maybe it was a married mother to married daughter thing and Emily didn’t qualify.

On the other hand, if she’d known
everything about Alan, would she have ever given him a chance?