Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (13 page)

“I’m still confused. You have multiple men you sleep with?”

“Ah, kind of. They know the score, they know they’re not the only one, and they each give me something different that I need at the time. But we always use protection, just so you know.”

“That’s good. But you said give, so is this going to be an ongoing thing? Even after last night?” I can see his jaw is clenched, and he’s unsure how to handle this.

“Well, I’m not sure. It’s been about a month since I last saw one of them, but if we’re not using protection, I want to be totally honest with you. It’s one of the reasons I was freaking out this morning.” I look down at my plate and start playing with my food, suddenly losing my appetite. In fact, I kind of feel sick now that I’ve come clean to him.

He gets up suddenly and takes his plate to the kitchen, then stands at the kitchen sink with his back to me and his head down, both hands gripping the counter.

I can tell he’s trying to process this. “I need to know, Mac. Are you going to keep seeing them while you’re seeing me?” he asks, not turning around.

“I don’t know. I don’t do relationships, Daniel.” He turns around and leans back on the bench. He is clenching and unclenching his fists, putting me on edge. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.

“Do you want to keep seeing me, dating me?” he asks, his frown deepening as he looks at me.

“Are we seeing each other? Like exclusively?” I ask warily.

“We’re not
not seeing
each other. I definitely don’t want to see anyone else. I don’t want to take any other women out to dinner.” He pushes off the counter and starts stalking towards me, slowly but with a definite purpose. “Or to the pier, or to the lake, or anywhere else, and I definitely don’t want another woman in my apartment, or in my bed, other than you.” He stops in front of me.

My breathing quickens. He just stalked me in his own living room and made me wet and wanton without even touching me.

“But it has only been three weeks,” I whisper.

“Three fucking good weeks, gorgeous. Three weeks that make me want to see this through.”

Well, hells bells how can I argue with that?

“Okay.”

“So we’re not
not dating
then,” he says, leaning over the table to rest his hands on my chair, caging me in.

“We’re not
not dating
,” I confirm with a sly grin.

“I will tell you this, Mac. I’m going to try and be everything you need me to be both in and out of the bedroom because I like seeing you smile. I like seeing you laugh, and I definitely like you when you’re underneath me calling out my name.”

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“And for the record, since I’m on a roll, I already had the impression that you don’t date like this, but I’m glad you’re willing to try. For you. For me. Maybe for us?” he says, just a whisper’s breath away from my mouth. I tilt my head and get lost in him.

“Okay,” I acquiesce.

“Okay,” he whispers, inching forward and gently brushing his lips against mine before pulling away and sitting down beside me this time.

“There’s one more thing.”

“Mac….” He warns.

“One of the guys, you kind of know him…..well.”

“Oh, shit. No,” he spits out.

“Ah, yeah. I’m Noah’s nurse.”

“Damn. That explains why he was being cockier than normal at the football game. You should’ve told me, Mac. We could have just gone straight to our seats. That must’ve been weird for you.”

“Just a little, yeah, but you made it worth it,” I say, putting my hand on his leg.

“No more Noah?”

“Oh God, no. To be honest, his cockiness was getting irritating at best.”

“So why did you keep doing it then?”

“Routine? Familiarity? Knowing that he’s The Walking Dildo?”

“Fuck me. You call him The Walking Dildo?”

I feel my cheeks flame red. “Yeah. It’s kind of his nickname around the hospital.”

He cracks up laughing. “Please tell me he doesn’t know about it? That guy’s head is big enough already by being a hot shot surgeon.”

“You could say that.” I smile over at him. “So you’re really okay with this?”

“Well, I can’t say I’m okay with it because honestly, I hate knowing that you’ve been with Noah Taylor. But if you want to try and see where this goes with me, and only me, then I’m not going to say no, Mac. I have a feeling that you’re worth it,” he says, running the back of his hand against my cheek before leaning in for a soft kiss.

“Does this mean we get to have a bath now? Because I honestly reek, and I kinda want to see you naked again. I’m all for conserving water and saving the planet, you know.” I wink at him as I take my dishes to the kitchen and start cleaning up.

“Saving the planet...yes, let’s do that. One shower head induced orgasm at a time,” he says behind me before grabbing my hand and leading me towards the bathroom. “Do you need a change of clothes because I kind of like the idea of you wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

God, he’s goofy. Check!

“Well, I do have a change of clothes, but I like your idea better.”

Daniel tugs my arm, pulling my body hard against him. “I’ve been remembering the way you taste all day. So fucking sweet,” he says, burying his face in my neck as his tongue starts tracing rousing circles up my neck. “Still sweet.”

I wrap my arms around his neck as my body goes limp against his.

“Shouldn’t we start the bath?” I say hoarsely, my voice totally giving away how much I really don’t want a bath right now unless it is bathing myself in all things Daniel. I seem to lose my head around this man and his addictive mouth.

He pulls away and gives me his sexy grin. “I have a better idea now.” I moan at the loss of contact but smile when I see him stepping into his huge shower room with a giant monsoon shower head and turning it on. “I need to introduce you to my shower buddy I’m now calling Mac,” he says holding up a bottle of body wash. I crack up laughing, my crazy mind wondering when shower head Daniel can meet up with body wash Mac.

I start pulling my scrubs off in front of him, leaving him with nothing to do but stare at my naked self. What can I say? I was a girl scout, and we were always taught to think one step ahead.

His eyes instantly turn heated when he sees me standing there naked. “I like your thinking, Mac,” he says, stepping towards me as he strips off his top. “God, I can’t get enough of this,” he says before our lips crash together in a heated tangle of teeth, tongues, and lips like we’re starving for each other. Without pulling apart, he tugs his workout shorts off then lifts my ass until I’m straddling his waist. He smothers my squeal of surprise with his mouth as he rubs his tongue against mine. I have a feeling this is going to be a long hot shower, my favorite kind.

A few orgasms later and I’m totally spent, lying on my stomach on Daniel’s one thousand thread count sheets. I can’t stop staring at his beautiful face. I know men aren’t meant to be beautiful, but in my post orgasmic haze - a result of his seemingly endless sexual talents - he looks beautiful.

He looks across the pillow towards me, staring into my half-open, tired eyes.

“What did they give you? You said that each guy gave you something you needed,” he asks absentmindedly, not dropping his gaze from mine.

I’m suddenly hit with a nervous, awkward conversation avoiding, coughing fit.

“Shit, Mac. Are you okay?” He’s sitting upright now, leaning over me and rubbing my back.

“I’m okay,” I gasp out, trying to catch my breath back. Shit, that question was unexpected.

“Good, I didn’t want my difficult question to kill you for God’s sake.” He stops rubbing my back long enough to roll me over and wrap his arm around my waist, shifting in close so that my back is against his rock hard chest...

After a few minutes of silence, I hear him sigh against my neck as he gently nuzzles my hair. “It’s okay, Mac, you can tell me,” he murmurs against my skin, encouraging me to open up.

“Well, I met Sean at a fetish club one night about six months ago. Kate and I went there because a friend of mine from work said they made awesome cocktails, and had a 9-11 happy hour on Friday nights. After a few too many tequila shots, we got talking, and it started from there,” I explain, the words flowing out of me like verbal diarrhea.

“Mmm hmm,” I feel him say against my collar bone, which he is slowly tracing with his nose.

“We both knew it wouldn’t work out dating wise, but physically it worked well, so whenever I’m in the mood for something a bit, I dunno, different, and he’s in town, we catch up.”

“Define different, Mac,” Daniel whispers, his mouth now right behind my ear. The huskiness in his voice sends shivers up my spine, and I unconsciously arch my back, pushing my ass into his hardening groin. He pushes forward, rubbing up against me, and I stifle back my moan when I feel his hard length resting between my ass cheeks.

“Ah….he’s a bit more….demanding, shall we say.”

I feel him move his pelvis away from mine, his left hand moving from my waist, around my hip before caressing my ass cheek. “So, you like to be spanked? Is that it, Mac?” His strained voice giving away just how much this conversation is turning him on.

“Yes,” I moan just as I feel the smack of his hand against me. “Ahhh, yes!” I spit out, biting my lip and relishing in the delicious burning sensation radiating from my behind.

“More?” he asks, his hand returning to its gentle circling motion. I drop my head back against his shoulder, turning my head to his inviting lips briefly. “You liked that, didn’t you, Mac?” he breathes out against my lips. I barely nod my head before I feel the rush of air under the sheets as his hand meets my ass again. I don’t bother hiding my moan this time. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, and I’m definitely not going to hide my delight at seeing this new side.

It seems that Superman’s talents hold no bounds.

It’s just a shame my heart does.

“Temporary Bliss”

The next few weeks fly by. Between working five shifts a week, and seeing Daniel, I’ve barely had time to think.

I’ve come to realize that Daniel is like a drug habit. I can’t get enough of his body, his touch, his talented orgasm inducing tongue that turns me into a screaming banshee within minutes. I’m starting to think that I need to buy Kate some earplugs because on the nights we’ve stayed at my place, Daniel seems to make it his mission to break his multiple orgasm record with me. And just for the record, we both seem to win every time.

Now it’s Saturday night, and Daniel has conned me into going to Noah’s for a dinner party. Apparently, they had a man to man talk, and surprisingly, Noah’s mid-shift texts became non-existent; even the ‘Hi, how are you?’ ones.

Coincidence? Hell, no!

It kind of irked me when Daniel told me about it, but he explained that they’ve been friends for years and it is bro code to stake your claim. If you ask me, men are weird. God, if Kate and I liked the same guy, we’d usually toss a coin for him.

I’ve gone for a sexy casual look, which is just a step up from at home casual. In short, I’m wearing jeans that look like they’ve been painted on, paired with a nice pair of silver wedges I’ve borrowed from Kate, and a cowl neck top that clings to my bust before tapering out. I’ve put my hair up in a loose pony tail and with a quick brush of bronzer, some mascara and lip gloss, I’m good to go.

Just as I sit down with a rather large glass of wine to prepare myself for the awkwardness ahead, Daniel turns up at my door looking as hot as ever wearing a black short sleeved shirt and cargo shorts. Guys have it so fucking easy, I swear to God they could wear anything and get away with it. After Kate lets him in, he walks over and leans over the couch, giving me a hot and heavy kiss with just a hint of tongue before pulling away and standing up again.

“You’re such a tease,” I sigh, much to his obvious delight.

“You look gorgeous, gorgeous,” he says with a grin. He leans down, bringing his lips close to my ear. “And I can’t wait to peel you out of those jeans as soon as possible.”

“Promises, promises,” I murmur as he buries his face in my neck, placing soft kisses along my collarbone. Goddammit, if only there was time for a pre-gamer. Then I’d definitely feel more relaxed about where we’re going.

“There’s a beer in the fridge if you want it,” I say, leaning away from him.

“Thanks. How was your day?”

I smile. “It was good. Did the cleaning and the laundry. Even managed to have a nap to recover from being kept up so late last night.”

“I don’t remember you objecting, Mac. In fact, I’m sure there was some begging involved,” he adds with a smirk.

“Nope, not me,” I respond with a grin. “You sure we have to go to this thing tonight? Wouldn’t you rather stay home and stay in me?” I turn around so that I’m facing him.

He stops his fridge mission and turns around. “Stay
in
you?” he asks with a quirked brow.

“Well, yeah.” I feel my cheeks heat up, realizing I didn’t quite think this plan through.

“I can stay
in
you all night, and most of tomorrow morning, but tonight we’re going to Noah’s BBQ. He’s okay with it, we’re okay with it, it’s all good,” he states calmly before resuming his beer seeking mission and closing the fridge behind him.

Popping the cap and taking a long first swig, I marvel at the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down with every swallow. What I wouldn’t give to trace my tongue down his neck…

“Mac, stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat, and you’re a starving animal. I’m sure even you can hold out for a few hours to socialize with friends and eat dinner.”

“I suppose,” I say with a pout. I try hard, but I fail to hold back a cheeky grin.

“Good. Now, I know we’re early, but we should head out soon. Don’t want to be late to our coming out party, now do we?”

Coming out what?

I choke on my wine. “Coming out party?”

“Well, yeah. Most of our friends will be there with their wives and girlfriends. This will be the first time in a long time that I’ve taken someone,” he says nonchalantly, likes it’s an everyday fucking occurrence. I try to appear unaffected on the outside, but inside I’m freaking out.