Never to Love (30 page)

“Would it be okay for me to be here alone with a gay woman?”

Would I have a problem with it? If I were okay with it, would she sleep with the hypothetical lesbian in my house? On one hand, I was a man, and having seen her in action before, I knew it was fucking hot. On the other hand, I wouldn’t be around to watch.

What if she liked fucking the chick more than she liked fucking me? Seeing as how my dick was insanely talented and being the sexiest man alive, even if the magazine had yet to notice, the notion was ridiculous, but stranger shit had happened. It would be easy for me to find someone else to bang, so did it matter if she found someone she’d rather fuck?

Shit, I was screwed. Before I could figure out what to say, if I wanted to say anything at all, the feisty woman continued the interrogation.

“Do you not trust me in your house?”

“You know I do. You’ve been alone here many times.”

“Do you not trust my judgment? I wouldn’t suggest having Chase come here if I didn’t have complete faith in him.”

“I know, and I do trust your judgment.”

“Then what is it?” The slight twitch in the corner of her mouth gave her away.

“You just want me to say it, don’t you?”

“Say what?”

“You want me to admit I’m jealous.”

“Are you?” she asked, raising a snarky brow.

“Maybe.” Dropping onto the bed, I gathered as much courage as I could before I turned to face her. “Nothing is stopping either of us from fucking as many people as we want. Even though it’s impossible, because, well, look at me, I’m worried you’ll get bored with me or find someone you like fucking more. Somewhere along the way, you’ve become an important part of my life. Our lives. I wish I didn’t need you, and I fucking hate that I do, but I do. We do.”

“I fucking hate that I need you, too,” she admitted. “I’ve gotten used to being around you guys. The house was too quiet when I was home the past few days. The on-demand fucking has also spoiled me, not to mention you keep my feet warm at night.” Juli’s sexy, evil grin made Thomas Junior take notice. “I’d have to leave the TV on, buy a fancy dildo, and invest in an electric blanket to replace you. If that isn’t need, I don’t know what is.” As she moved to get out of bed, she added, “I don’t mind needing the kid, though. He’s pretty awesome.”

“I don’t think they make dildos that fancy,” I grumbled. “If they do, they’d cost a million dollars.”

“I have money,” she said flippantly.

“So where does this leave us with the Chase situation?”

“I know for a fact Chase isn’t gay, but you have nothing to worry about.”

“What do you mean you know for a fact?”

“Nothing,” she said. I wondered if that smug smirk on her face would ever stop turning me on.

“You’re the devil. You know that, right?”

“Yep, I know.” She came around and took my cheek in her palm. “Chase only goes after people who are completely unobtainable. He likes the challenge. He settled for a supermodel once and dumped her three days later because he got bored.”

“Supermodels aren’t unobtainable for him? I mean, they aren’t for me, but he’s not me.”

“Do you want a supermodel?” Juli’s glare was no joke.

“Not at the moment. I plan to brag about capturing the most unobtainable woman of them all for a while longer.” If I’d made one wrong move, I would have ended up in a body bag. The glare was only one level away from being set to kill. “Doesn’t the fact that I caught you make you even more unobtainable and therefore more attractive to Chase?”

“You did not capture me; I captured you. Get your facts straight.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Since you seem to have low self-esteem at the moment, how about we make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” I hoped it involved nudity. I would gladly let her continue to believe her delusion for a little one-on-two time with the twins.

“Seeing as how we both work a lot, and Colton needs you around and seems to like it when I’m here, we don’t have much time to go out and pick up random fucks.”

I liked where this was heading. “Not to mention condoms aren’t always effective and don’t protect against things like crabs and scabies,” I added.

“That is very true.” She laughed. I was probably one of the few people in the world who would use the words “crabs” and “scabies” in this kind of conversation. “How about for the sake of convenience and to avoid the risk of itchy infestations, we add an amendment to our rules stating we only fuck each other for the time being. We can repeal it at any time.”

“Works for me.” Then I remembered something else I wanted to add to our verbal constitution. “I think we should add another one that states if something is freaking one or both of us out, we’ll work through it together instead of walking away. That way we can get back to fucking as soon as possible.”

“I can live with that,” she said.

With her agreement, I kissed her cheek and got to my feet. “Now that we’ve officially broken all of the original rules by talking about feelings and bullshit, I’d better get ready for work.”

“I’ll wake up the kid,” she said and swatted my bare ass as she walked toward the closet with the twins on full display. If I didn’t own the fucking company and have stupid responsibilities, I’d have called in horny.

Once the girls were out of sight and some of the blood returned to my brain, I remembered something I’d wanted to ask her the night before.

“Hey, are you ever going to tell me what the big secret is?” I called out.

“Sorry, I took a vow of silence,” she yelled from the closet. When I finally headed toward the shower, she popped her head back into the room, thankfully keeping the goodies out of sight, and said, “Maybe you could surprise him by hanging up his clean laundry. I’m sure he’d appreciate a little help with his chores, and I’d hate for his pants to get wrinkled.”

“Good suggestion.” I was starting to form a vague picture of what it could be. They’d gone to a fashion mall, and now Juli hinted I should check out his clothes. I had no idea what to expect specifically, but be it a dress or shameful, trendy band T-shirts, I was glad he had someone he trusted and felt comfortable enough with to confide in.

If I were a good father, I’d let him keep his secret, but I was too curious to resist. Juli wouldn’t have given me a hint if she didn’t think it was okay for me to know. After consulting the calendar on my phone, I blocked off some time to come home and do laundry.

Juli

“You bought him a hamster?” Thomas laughed as we stripped. A conversation about rodents wasn’t exactly how I envisioned the grown-up portion of our evening beginning, but I went with it anyway.

“He conned me into it and then blackmailed me into keeping his secret.”

“That was the last thing I expected to find in his closet.”

“Are you upset?”

“No, not at all. Just don’t let the kid con you into a subscription to
Hustler
or a six-pack of Bud.”

“Trust me, I’ve learned my lesson. Now, are we going to discuss pets the rest of the evening, or are we going to fuck like you promised?”

“I always keep my promises.”

“That’s what I was counting on. Where did you put the stuff?”

“There’s a box on the top shelf in the back of the closet.”

“Unless there’s a stepladder in there, you’re going to have to be the one to get it.”

“Not a problem.” Thomas pulled my naked body against his and rubbed his cock against my stomach. “Grab a pair of shoes while I get the box.”

“It’ll only take you a second to pick them up on your way back. I’ll wait for you here.”

“How about you come with me? After what happened last night, I think we should warm up before the big game.”

“In the closet?”

“We should probably use the bed for ass-fucking until we’ve practiced a few times.”

“Good plan. Less risk of injury.”

“We both know you aren’t a fan of beds, so I figure this is a good compromise.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” Bed-sex wasn’t nearly as boring as it used to be, but I had no intention of telling him that.

Letting him lead the way, I followed a few paces behind with my gaze trained on his perfect ass. “You coming?” he asked, turning to face me after reaching the door. Now I couldn’t stop staring at his perfect cock.

“You’re going to need to go in there first,” I said. Imagining his sexy smirk would have to do because Thomas’s face was the last thing I was interested in looking at.

When he disappeared through the door, I chased after the proverbial penis-shaped carrot on a stick.

Thomas’s walk-in closet was nearly as spacious as the master bedroom of my first apartment. While he appeared to be high-maintenance, his clothes took up less than a quarter of the space.

Purposely keeping my eyes off of his body for a moment, I turned to the two feet of space I’d claimed near the door.

“Where’d my stuff go?” I turned back toward him, nearly forgetting my question as I watched his back muscles stretch and twist as he reached for the box of fun.

When he had it in hand, Thomas didn’t move from his spot as he opened it. The thought of either of us taking the time to go to the foyer to get the heels I’d worn earlier was unacceptable. If he wanted to fuck me standing up, which I assumed was the case since he’d asked me to get a pair of shoes, he’d either have to tell me where my spares were, or deal with an awkward angle. I was beginning to think I should go back to never taking them off.

Instead of answering, he continued to sort through the treasure chest he’d placed on the shelf in front of him. No longer giving a fuck where he’d put my clothes, all I wanted was to see what he was looking at. As I stepped beside him, a flash of shiny red leather caught my eye.

“What’s all this,” I asked, thoroughly confused. One of the previously empty floor-to-ceiling shoe displays was now halfway full of heels. Next to them, a row of dresses, sorted by color, stretched across the bar.

“I thought if you were going to spend more time here, it would make sense for you to have more than four changes of clothes.”

“So you went all
Pretty Woman
on me?”

“Not exactly,” he said without making eye contact. “Promise not to get angry?”

I crossed my arms over my chest, which I realized was a mistake when his attention zeroed in on my tits. As he reached for them, I backed away. “I won’t promise anything until you explain.”

“I didn’t think you’d like it if I bought you a new wardrobe, and I knew most of it would need to be tailored, which sounded like a hassle.” He wasn’t wrong on either account. I’d never been and never would be a kept woman, and the girls made it impossible to find clothes that fit properly off the rack. Not that I’d ever wear anything that was on the rack, so to speak, in the first place.

“Okay…” Turning back to the clothes, I took a closer look. “These are mine, aren’t they?”

“Maybe…”

“You broke into my house?”

“Not exactly,” must have been his new go-to phrase. “When I asked Sawyer for help, he thought it was a terrible idea. But Madison overheard and thought it was romantic or some bullshit like that. She called Marina,” who had a key to my house, “and the two of them raided your closet.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Don’t worry, they left a few things just in case you stormed out of here in a fit of rage.” His awkward chuckle told me he knew it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. “We basically swapped closets.”

“What the hell, Thomas?” Was he trying to take over my entire life?

“I wanted to show you how serious I am about you being here all the time.” However inappropriate, his gesture did alleviate any doubts I had about whether or not he actually wanted me around. “I’ll move everything back if you want.”

Logistically, it made sense for my clothes to be at his house since I’d planned to stay over to fuck on a regular basis. It wasn’t as if he’d called a real estate agent to put my house on the market. As irritatingly presumptuous as it was of him to move my stuff, I knew it was his way of telling me things he wanted me to know but wasn’t ready to voice and I wasn’t ready to hear.

“Maybe I’ll only take half of them back.” Looking around to see what else they may have brought over, my eye caught on the wooden box I usually kept on my dresser. Marina knew exactly what was in it, but Thomas didn’t seem to.

“I didn’t rifle through your things if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Ready for this conversation to be over, I redirected the topic to something I was much more comfortable with. “Have you noticed we’re still not fucking?” It looked like I’d have to take control if I was ever going to get to come. “Pick out a pair of shoes for me and then sit on the bench facing the other way.”

As he obediently did as he was told, I opened my jewelry box to pick out a treat for tonight. Lying on top was a brand new bobble and a note.

This will drive him crazy. Be prepared—a couple of paps caught me buying it. ~M

Has the woman ever heard of online shopping?
After removing the charm from its sterile package, I realized she was right; it would drive Thomas crazy. As I swapped out the gold ring, I thanked God for small miracles of a professional nature. The paparazzi would have a field day with her purchase, but it could have been much, much worse.

Once everything was in place, I made my way to where the sexy man and his impressively hard dick waited somewhat patiently for me. The padded bench in the center of the room was relatively low, which left Thomas close enough to eye level with my new piece of jewelry to catch his attention.

As I moved in front of him, his stare instantly latched on to my clit, and almost immediately after, so did his mouth. I allowed him to suck for a minute or two before shoving him away. Whimpering, he looked up at me, pleading for relief. Instead of jumping him where he sat, I pushed him onto his back.

“You like?” I asked as I climbed over Thomas’s body until my pussy hovered several inches above his eyes. My legs pinned his arms to his sides, but he could’ve easily escaped if he wanted to badly enough.

When his tongue darted from his mouth, trying to reach what would surely be his new favorite clit ring, I pressed his forehead down with one of my palms and used the fingers of my free hand to make the small dangling “T” dance for him.