Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (39 page)

As they left the pub together and walked back to her parents’ house, Alex draped his arm around her shoulders. “Jess was right,” he said out of the blue.

“Huh? What about Jess? What was he right about?” Maggie asked, confused.

“Troy still wants you. Jess was right. I wasn’t too sure, because Jess said it was just a feeling that he got, but after meeting Troy, yeah, I have to agree with Jess. Troy wants you back.”

“Well, even if he does, he can’t have me. I’m taken,” Maggie replied indignantly.

“You’re not surprised. You aren’t protesting or telling me I’m imagining things. What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Maggie replied truthfully. “Mom dropped some hints almost as soon as I walked in the front door and seemed eager for me to give it another shot with Troy. But I shot Troy down before he even had a chance to make a move. Hell, I don’t even know if he was going to. He didn’t seem upset when I basically told him it was never gonna happen, and he hasn’t so much as flirted with me. Are you sure it’s not just some knee-jerk reaction on your parts from meeting my ex?”

“No. I’m a guy. I know the signs. And the signs are all there. He’s biding his time. He’s not willing to make an enemy out of you by making a stupid move. You aren’t ready, so he’s going to be patient.”

“I basically told him that I was in a relationship that not even my parents knew about, and that I was very happy,” Maggie told Alex.

“That was probably a mistake,” Alex said thoughtfully.

“A mistake? How could it have been a mistake? It’s kept him from making a pass at me or from hanging around the house like Mom would like.”

“The mistake was telling him that your folks don’t know about this boyfriend. If you were serious about the guy, then you would be gushing to your folks about how wonderful this guy is. But by telling Troy that you’re with a guy that your folks don’t even know about, then he knows that you can’t see yourself with this guy long-term. So Troy is biding his time.”

“Oh,” Maggie said in a small voice after she thought about it. “I hadn’t considered that. I was more concerned about intercepting his pass before he made one. He probably didn’t even believe me.”

“If he hadn’t believed you, then he would be flirting with you and hanging around more. He’d be doing those ‘remember when’ stories to try to stir up romantic nostalgia on your part. But he’s hanging back, observing, being a good friend. Giving you your space. Just waiting and watching.”

“Uh, you don’t think he suspects there’s anything between us, do you?”

“I don’t think so,” Alex said slowly. “I didn’t get a hostile vibe from him. He seemed genuinely friendly. He’s not sizing me up as a threat or a rival. I really believe that he’s buying the story that we’re three platonic roommates.”

“Oh, god! You don’t think my mom told him that you and Jess were gay, do you?” Maggie moaned.

“No, I don’t think so. For one thing, there’s your Aunt Tanya. From what you’ve told me, your mom is still raw over that and is still going through hell because of it. No, I don’t think she would ever out us. And besides, straight guys seem to be homophobes. It’s as if they’re afraid that either homosexuality is catching and they’ll catch it if they get too close to a fag, other men will think they’re a homo if they hang out with one, or the fag is going to make a pass and try to rape them. And Troy didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable around me, so he doesn’t suspect my sexual leanings.”

“Well, number one, you are not a ‘fag.’ I hate that term, and I never want to hear you use it again. Nor are you a homo, so don’t think to use that as a substitute,” Maggie began, indignantly.

“Whoa, baby, calm down,” Alex said, stopping on the sidewalk and turning to face her. “I was talking generically, trying to explain to you how I knew that Troy thinks I’m straight. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Maggie sighed as she tried to get a grip on herself. “I’m sorry, Alex. Maybe I had too much to drink at the pub. And maybe I’m just so damn mad at society as a whole and how judgmental it is that the three of us have to keep our relationship with each other a secret.”

Alex wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently. “I know, baby, I know.”

“Drive me somewhere, Alex,” Maggie whispered against his chest.

“Where?”

“I don’t care. I just need to be alone with you so I can love you for a while,” Maggie said.

“Won’t your parents notice?”

“It’s a one-car driveway. Your car is parked on the street. They won’t notice. Hell, they’re probably already in bed. And even if they do see us drive off together, I’ll come up with an excuse. I just need to be alone with you someplace private right now.”

And Alex walked her back to her house and to his rental and helped her inside.

* * * *

Alex drove them out of town. He saw a motel in the distance but didn’t stop since it was still too close to town, and he was afraid that someone would recognize them, raising questions that shouldn’t be asked. He decided to head for the interstate and possibly stop at a motel several exits away, but before they reached the highway, Maggie indicated a turnoff on the quiet country road.

“Turn there,” she said, and Alex did so unquestioningly. He followed her directions and made a few more turns and then pulled over and parked when she told him to.

Alex looked around and saw that they appeared to be near the end of a deserted country lane that ended at a house that was slowly collapsing inward off in the near distance. He shut off the car, and the headlights turned off. Maggie unbuckled her seatbelt and then climbed into the backseat of his rental.

“Come join me, Alex,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Alex got out of the car and opened the back door. He climbed into the backseat, closing the door behind him and plunging them into darkness again. Maggie immediately crawled into his lap and started kissing him. With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hungrily. Not able to wait, he pushed her jean skirt up to her waist and pulled off her panties. He then thrust his hand between her legs and slid his finger inside her while he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Maggie broke their kiss to take the wallet out of his hand and pull out a condom before she tossed the wallet onto the back window ledge of the car while Alex undid his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. He took the condom from her and placed it in his teeth to tear it open, then rolled it on with one hand while he slid a second finger inside her. Once the condom was in place, he removed his fingers and reached for her, grasping her about her waist and pulling her into his lap. He captured her lips again for a long, deep kiss while his cock pressed against her belly. He undid the buttons on her blouse and spread it wide before he reached into her bra and pulled out one of her breasts so that he could lower his head and suckle it.

Maggie arched her back and cradled his head in her arms. She repositioned herself slightly on his lap so that she was straddling him and then reached down between them to grasp his cock and guide it inside her. Alex moaned around her breast as he felt her warm, moist heat surround him. He replaced his mouth with his hand on her breast and returned to her lips for a deep, openmouthed kiss while he slowly rocked into her.

When he was fully embedded, Maggie’s interior muscles clamped down on his cock, and he pulled back from her with a deep-throated moan. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze me. Squeeze me as hard as you can.” His moans became continuous as Maggie did just that, setting a rhythm that was designed to milk him dry.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore, Alex grasped her hips and moved her up and down on his cock, thrusting his own hips up on her down stroke. Maggie gripped his shoulders and rode him like a pro. Before long she was writhing and climaxing in his arms. Alex bit his lip and forced himself to endure while he felt her muscles spasming around his cock. Once she collapsed upon him, he turned in the seat, lowering her across it on her back. He raised her inside leg, and she rested that foot on the back window ledge while she braced her other foot on the floor, and Alex began to drive inside her in earnest. The entire car shook around them from the power of his pounding thrusts, and he half hysterically thought that if the car alarm started to blare, frightening Maggie out of her sex-crazed mood, he would not be held accountable for his actions.

But thankfully the car alarm never went off, and Maggie was crying out and screaming in bliss, urging him to thrust harder and faster as she clutched at his ass, her nails possibly drawing blood, and then with a hoarse cry of his own, his body tightened and convulsed at the strength of his own release.

They lay there together, sweaty and panting, the car windows completely fogged up, their energy sapped. Eventually, Alex regained enough strength to lift himself off Maggie and sit up. Maggie had a dazed look on her face and continued to breathe deeply in an attempt to catch her breath. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. She sat up slowly then and began to strip off her clothes.

“Maggie?” Alex asked dubiously.

“Yeah?” she said as she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting naked. Why aren’t you?”

“Uh…”

“Hey, that only took the edge off for me. We’re not going home until I can’t walk. So get your clothes off, Alex, you have work to do.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Alex laughed as he peeled off his condom, opened the car door long enough to toss it in the weeds beside the car, and then took off his own clothes, tossing them into the front seat before he finally turned back to a fully naked Maggie and proceeded to meet her demands.

* * * *

They spent Saturday with her folks out and about, and after dinner they snuck a blanket out of the house and returned to the dark, deserted lane where they had indulged in some serious carnal needs the night before. On Sunday they joined a group of others on the party boat out on the reservoir, and after the boat docked, Maggie and he slipped away from the group for a couple of hours. That night after dinner, Maggie told Alex to pack an overnight bag.

Alex felt alarmed and sent a panicked look at her parents, who were smiling benignly at them.

“Uh, where are we going, Mags?” Alex asked hesitantly.

“The zoo,” Maggie told him triumphantly.

“Huh?”

“There’s a zoo about four hours north of here,” her dad told him. “Maggie’s told all of us how much you like visiting zoos. So Maggie is taking you to the zoo. We used to take her there on weekend getaways because it’s such a long drive there and back, and the zoo is so big that it basically takes all day to see it. And there’re some other attractions around there, so if you leave midmorning tomorrow, you’ll get there in plenty of time to hit some of them, spend the night, visit the zoo, and be back here sometime in the evening.”

“Oh, uh, that sounds like a real good plan. I wasn’t expecting it,” Alex said, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“Maggie doesn’t snore, so if you don’t mind sharing a room with her, then you can save money on a motel room,” her mom added helpfully.

“Uh, thanks Mrs. Conner. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“You won’t be uncomfortable sharing a room with a girl, will you?” her mom asked worriedly. “Most motel rooms have two queens in them. Beds, I mean. Two queen-size beds,” her mom clarified, cringing over her Freudian slip.

“I know what you meant,” Alex assured her with a warm smile. “And as long as you’re okay with us sharing a motel room, then so am I.”

“Of course we’re okay with that, son,” her dad said genially, and Alex suddenly felt like a heel. Here he was, sleeping with this man’s daughter, introducing her to three-ways, whipped cream, and whatnot, and her father was smiling affably at him.

The next morning when he didn’t come into her room right away, Maggie went to find him.

“Alex, what are you doing down here?” she asked as she walked into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, absently switching channels with the remote.