More Layers: Book Two Layers Series (21 page)

“An old pair,” Sam relies.

“The fucking best kind! That’s barbaric. And just plain wrong.”

Sam rolls her eyes at me. “God forbid, the chewing of a Chuck.”

“It’s...desecration.”

She sighs, and quickly changes the subject. “Speaking of heinies, how is yours?”

Lane laughs.

“You told him?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I did. You never said not to.”

“I would have thought you would have known not to.”

“Yeah, Sam,” Jules adds, “what’s wrong with you?”

“You told Nick didn’t you?”

“Well, duh.”

“Jules,” I cry-pout.

“Don’t worry. Unlike me, he can keep a secret.”

“Who else did you tell?”

“I might have mentioned it to Marco and Henry.”

“You might have?”

“Okay, I did.”

“So, how is the old ass-filled hole?” Lane asks.

“I told Lane that you were feeling a little bit ‘plugged up’, yesterday.” Sam laughs.

“You are so, not funny.”

“Oh come on, Lex, stop acting like a ‘stuck up bitch,’“ Jules quips.

They all laugh.

“Are you done yet?”

“I’m sorry, sis, I know it’s a ‘sore’
subject.”

They all laugh—again.

“Oh come on Lex,” Lane says, “chill out and take it, up the ass, like a man.”

They continue to laugh at my “sore situation.”

“Can you all, please be done? I don’t need your teasing; I need your support and advice. This whole butt-fucking prep stuff really sucks.”

“If you’re not comfortable or ready yet, then don’t do it,” Jules says.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for it. But it’s something that Jax really wants and I’m not going to go through this asshole-prep again. Goddamn, I hate butt plugs.”

“It’s going to be fine, sis.”

“This whole conversation is just...wrong.”

“Why? We’re all adults here,” Jules says, “beside, ass-fucking is no big deal, it’s the ‘new vanilla.’“

“For hell. If it’s the new ‘vanilla,’ I don’t what to know what the chocolate is.”

Jules shakes her head. “No, you don’t girlfriend.”

“It’s wrong because my ‘little sister’ is giving me advice about being fucked in the ass.”

“Lex, who cares? It’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be.”

“You haven’t seen Jaxson’s penis.”

“Well, all I can tell you is it feels fucking fantastic,” Lane says.

We all give him a dirty look.

He raises his hands. “Just saying.”

“Babe,” Sam says, “didn’t your mom need help with party decorations or something?”

“I don’t think so.”

Sam lifts a brow.

“All right. I’ll go help her do...something.” He kisses Sam on the cheek. “I fucking miss all the good stuff,” he say-pouts as he leaves us.

“Lex,” Sam tells me, “you don’t know how lucky you are.”

I shake my head in confusion.

“I lost my asshole virginity my junior year at some frat party. I was drunk off my ass and I didn’t even get the guy’s name.” She pauses for a minute. “On second thought, maybe it was good thing that I was drunk...numb the pain and all that.”

“Not really helping here,” Jules says.

Jules pats my hand. “The first time will be awkward and painful.” She pauses. “Especially until he gets past the ‘ring of fire.’“

Holy fucking hell! “There’s a ‘ring of fire?’ What the hell is the ‘ring of fire?’“

Sam nods in agreement. “Yeah, I hear you girlfriend. Even wasted, I still felt the old ‘ring of fire.’“

“Did you know that June Carter Cash wrote the lyrics to that song? Not Johnny.” Jules says. “I just wonder...?”

“Not helping here!” I yell-spout.

“Okay, I know something that will help. Let me tell you about my first butt-fucking,” Jules says.

I’m not sure I want to hear this. Who the hell I’m I kidding? I want to know. God, help us all.

“Okay, tell away.”

“Steven Sims,” she says. “We were first year law student study partners and fuck buddies. One day he calls me and says that, ‘he wants to take our relationship to a new level.’ I immediately panic and think that he wants to start dating or something. I thought why in the hell does he want to ruin a perfectly good relationship. Anyway, I reluctantly invite him over to my apartment thinking; at least, I was going to get one last good fuck out of him. However, I was relieved and surprised when he explained that he was referring to ‘ass fucking’ as the ‘new level.’ We were both asshole virgins. Steven had mentioned a few times that he’d like to try it. I, on the other hand, could have gone either way. I was curious but I was content with our ‘neapolitan relationship.’“

She pauses, as if she’s thinking about the good-old days before asshole fuckery. She continues. “Two weeks later we met at my apartment and I must say, the guy came prepared. He brought all kinds of special lubes and ass fucking condoms. But I’ll admit, that even I, was nervous. I was into the finger thingy, but there is a big difference between a finger and a dick. He prepares me with lots of lube and finger fucking, then he enters me and all is well until the ‘ring of fire.’“

Sam gives her a sympathetic look.

Christ Almighty, I can’t do this.

Jules continues but I don’t hear what she says because I remain stuck on the “ring of fire.”

Until she says, “I thought I was going to die.”

I look at her in a panic. “Wait! What? Sorry, I was stuck on the ‘ring of fire.’“

She shakes her head.

“Please,” I beg-whine.

“Alright. I’ll start again from the ‘ring of fire.’ He pushed past the ‘ring of fire.’“

She looks at me. “Are you with me?”

I nod and she continues.

“Past the ‘ring’ it was uncomfortable but not painful. When his cock was fully seated in my asshole, he didn’t move, giving me time to accommodate and breathe. After a minute or two, he starts to whine that he has to move. I give him the okay, but tell him to take it slow. So he does and I start getting into it—you know, turned on. It felt okay having him up my ass, but what really started to turn me on were the sounds and the words that were coming out of his mouth. I’d never heard anything like it. He moans out that he’s died and gone to heaven and seen or touched God or some kind of shit. But as he continued touching God, my hole began to burn in hell. I could feel my asshole tighten and swell around him. His moaning turned into chants of loving me forever, some very creative marriage proposals, and if I wouldn’t marry him he would still name his first born, Jules. Boy or girl, it didn’t matter. It was going to be a ‘Jules.’ But while he is naming his kid after me, I’m beginning to tear up. Not from the sentiment, but from the burning sensation. I knew it would be uncomfortable and a little scary the first time, but holy hell; something had gone horrible wrong—for me anyway. Soon, I was so swollen that when he tried to pull back his cock got stuck. He moaned and groaned out in pure orgasmic ecstasy as I moaned and cried out in pure living hell.”

“Holy mother of all,” I whisper.

Jules shakes her head and continues. “Thank fuck. He finally comes and after a couple of minutes of incomprehensible muttering, he emerges from his after orgasmic coma and realizes that my cries are not of joy, but are cries of agony. He looks down at my hole and declares that ‘my ass has grown balls’ and ‘my ass cheeks are one big enormous hive’. I scream for him to pull out, but he’s stuck. He’s all but glued into my butt. Finally, after several agonizing tries, he frees himself.”

“Oh my God, I breathe out. The ‘special’ lube.”

She nods. “I scream at him to read the label. When he says ‘eucalyptus,’ I yell for him to help me dress and get me to the emergency—stat.”

“You’re allergic to eucalyptus?” Sam asks.

“Very,” Jules tells her.

I look at Jules, wanting to laugh, but knowing I should be crying.

“Steven gets me to hospital and checks me in. The intake nurse asks us to take a seat and I remember yelling at her and calling her a sadistic bitch and bunch of other stuff that I can’t recall. By now the hives are all down my legs and I can barely walk. When my continued profanities become slurred, Steven can take no more. He picks me up and rushes me past the intake desk yelling that, ‘if someone didn’t see me now he was going to sue the hospital.’ They called security and then he pulled out the big guns. He said, ‘he was going to call his uncle who was on the board, and his grandfather who’s foundation was funding the west building expansion.’“

“Was he serious?” Sam asks.

I shake my head and look at Jules. “Harry Steven Sims.”

She nods.

I laugh and Jules joins me.

“Only, you Jules,” I say and shake my head again.

“What?” Sam asks.

“Steven Sims is Senator Sims, of New Jersey.”

“Why does his name sound familiar?”

“He and his wife just got involved with the Karen Foundation.”

“Oh my God. That’s ‘butt-fucker Steven.’“

“No wonder you chuckled when I mentioned his name.” I tell Jules. “Now every time I see him I’m going to think about his cock stuck up your asshole. Does he know that we’re friends?” I ask her.

“I don’t think so. I haven’t talked to him in years.”

“Did you two ass-fuck again?” Sam asks.

“Oh yeah, and every time he asked me to marry him and told me he was going to name his first born, Jules.

We laugh.

“Only you, girlfriend. Only you.”

“The next time you see him,” Sam says, “you should ask him if he has a kid named ‘Jules.’“

We laugh until...I pee my panties—again.

* * *

After Jules’s revelation, I’m feeling better about my upcoming surprise for Jaxson. Just knowing that it couldn’t be worse than Jules’ first time gives me confidence. At least I’m hoping it won’t be worse. Could it?

Sam’s cell rings out the theme from
Psycho
. “Hey, Gram, what’s up?”

“Fine. Yeah. She’s here. Okay, I’ll let her know.” She ends the call.

“That was Gram, she and the boys are about ten minutes from home. She needs to run some errands without them and needs you to be a ‘mom.’“

“How did she end up with them? Jaxson had them; they went to Chuck E. Cheese.”

“She said something about Stewart and the rest of them needing a beer.”

“All right. I better get my mommy ass in gear.”

Jules stands. “I’ll help you.”

“I’ll take the puppies out and then I’ll come and help,” Sam adds.

Jules and I put on our coats and boots and walk to the main house.

She clears her throat. “Lex...it’s going to hurt like hell because Jaxson is an overachiever, as you call it. But it will get easier over time.”

Jesus Christ. Why did she have to tell me that?

“Just make sure he uses a condom and plenty of lube. And when he pushes in, relax and push out.”

Fuck me. Doesn’t she know when to stop?

“Okay,” I say with now “zero” confidence.

“I’ll put together a before and after butt-fuck care kit.”

I stop. “Jules, I know you think you’re helping, but please shut the fuck up.”

She giggles and raises her hands. “Hey, just saying.”

* * *

Jaxson

I sit by the fire with my girl (girls) and watch our sons play with the newest members of our family. Dear God, how I love my sons. They are all Ryan when it comes to looks—two more Gods among men. Okay, so that’s pushing it a little—okay a lot. But I can already envision the hundreds of broken hearts they will cause in their future. But then again, they have inherited their mother’s brains, and will inherit the Grant fortune. Fuck me; there will be thousands of broken hearts and thousands of fathers knocking on our door. The more I think about it, the more I wish they could stay three, forever. And fuck me even harder—what about their sister, my daughter? Holy shit, Peaches is going to be a mini Alexia. I’m never going to let her date—ever. There won’t even be play dates in her future. Holy hell, I’ll never let her leave the house. Is it getting hot in here? Maybe I should move away from the fire. I need a drink—a triple.

“Do you feel okay? You’re sweating,” Lex says.

I wipe my hand over my forehead.

“I’m good, it’s just all the excitement.”

Lex gives me her “yeah, right and I’m the Virgin Mary” look.

Crap. I really could use another drink, but I’ve already had three doubles and Lex has some kind of surprise for me later. I pray to all that is holy (okay, so I pray to the sex Gods) that it’s something to do with her taking her clothes off and pressing up again my huge cock.

The boys yell and laugh when Lane tickles and teases them. This brings me back to all thoughts of being a dad. Then I think about my other daughter—Mia’s daughter. What will she look like? What will she inherit from me and what will she inherit from her mother? I will love her unconditionally, like I do my sons, but I have to admit, that I pray to God daily that she’s not like her mother.

Fuck me. Now I’m thinking about Mia and having her in my life and what kind of impact it will have on my family. Frankly, she scares the shit out of me, and she crossed the line when she began to threaten my family.

Okay, that does it. I will not allow anyone to leave this house—ever. Holy hell, did I do the right thing? Should I have let Lex, my unborn daughter, and the boys go? Did I fuck up again? I did? Didn’t I? I’m a selfish, weak and wanting man. I just couldn’t do it. It killed me to think of her with the good doctor, Calvin Lucas. I know she doesn’t and never did love the guy but he’s in love with her. How could he not be? She’s...every man’s fucking wet and dry dream. And he’s a fucking heart-saving hero who doesn’t have the baggage that I do.

Holy fucking hell! I can’t lose her. I can’t live without my sons. I can’t even begin to tell her, or them, how much they mean to me. How much they have changed my life for the better.

Nick comes over with his camera. “I got some great shots.”

Nick is our resident photographer. “I’m sure you did,” I tell him.

“Are you okay, man? You look like you’re going to puke.”

Lex lifts her head off my shoulder. “Are you going to ralph?”

Chase hears our conversation and runs over and grabs his new play-doctor kit, and then comes over to check me out.