Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (33 page)

Alan couldn’t even begin to imagine why a man wouldn’t want his gir
lfriend playing with his dick, whether it involved Christmasy cock straps or not. “Thank you for buying it for me, Em. That’s probably the best present I’ve ever gotten—right up there with a Red Ryder BB gun.”

Her peal of laughter warmed the cockles of his heart.
“Honest to God, Alan, you’re the most fun boyfriend ever! The others have all been so…stuffy.” Cocking her head, she tapped her chin. “You know, I bet they have do-it-yourself vajazzling kits. You could shave my pussy and decorate it for me.”

Alan bit back another whimper
. “Oh,
God
… Not sure I could get through that with anything left in my nuts.”

“
I think that’s the general idea,” she said, patting his thigh. “Gotta make sure you’re getting enough. Speaking of which, if you can fire off like that without me even touching you, I’m guessing you’re good for at least two more rounds. Want me to keep going?”

“
Sure. You can play with my dick all night if you’re up to it.” He chuckled as he flopped an arm onto the bed. “As long as I don’t have to move.”

“Aw, don’t tell me I’ve actually worn you out.”

Alan never thought he’d ever have to admit to such a thing in his life. “I believe you may have—although I
was
pretty busy today.”

The rest of his body might be
exhausted, but her close scrutiny of his dick proved she hadn’t succeeded in wearing out that particular part of him. Then again, her breath on his balls might’ve been responsible for its renewed vigor.

“
Nope. Still hard.” She unfastened the cock strap. “Maybe if we take this thing off, you’ll calm down.”

For once, calm sounded good—
as long as it still involved fucking. Turning onto his side, he patted the bed. “C’mere, Em. I know a way we can both lie down and still fuck for hours.”

“Hours? I thought you
were tired.”

“
Not
that
tired. Besides, this way doesn’t take as much energy as, say, nailing you against a wall.”

“Sounds good
.” Yawning, she stretched out on her back beside him. “I had a pretty exhausting day myself. I hope tomorrow is better or neither of us is going to be much fun at your parents’ Christmas party.”

“
No worries. We mostly eat dinner and open presents. Travis’s family is a little livelier. They always have a Dirty Santa gift exchange.”

“We tried that once
,” she said with a wince. “Didn’t work very well.”

“Too sma
ll of a group?”

She shook her head. “Too touchy. Ned got pissed when Todd stole the sweater he wanted. He
can be such an asshole.”

“Yeah, you’ve definitely got to go into it with the right attitude.” Reaching down, he pulled her right leg up over his hip, rotating her until she lay
horizontally on the bed, her body perpendicular to his. Parting his thighs, he let her left leg slide between them. “See? My dick goes right where it’s supposed to.”

“Lovely.” Wrapping her legs around his hips, she snuggled closer,
driving his cock deeper into her pussy. “Too bad I can’t fall asleep this way.”

Alan pulled the blanket up over them and rocked into her with a slow, steady rhythm.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get up to pee.” Never having felt so comfortable with anyone, he suspected he might fall asleep himself if he wasn’t careful. “Probably ought to set an alarm.”

She chuckled softly. “
Sweet talker.”

“
You make it easy.”

He wondered why he couldn’t
simply blurt it out.

I love you, Emily.

Thinking
it was easy.
Showing
it was even easier.
Saying
it was…impossible.

Why not
use the words? How hard could it be?

Then he remembered what she’d said about receiving his
“message.” She knew what this meant. Really and truly knew it. Or at least said she did.

Don’t overanalyze, Alan.
Have faith. Believe.

“Mmm…
That feels
so
nice.” Purring like a contented cat, she prodded him in the butt with her heel. “Don’t stop.”

How
often had he dreamed of hearing a woman say that to him?
Too often
. Emily, on the other hand, had said those magic words in one form or another several times already. She probably thought it would have the opposite effect on him, but it didn’t.

“
Don’t stop loving me.”
That was what he heard whenever she urged him on. Whenever she thanked him for anything he’d done for her, she was acknowledging that same thing. He scarcely dared to hope this was the real deal.

Truth be told, he was more than a little afraid. He’d never come this far before, and he’d been perilously close to fucking it up a few times. He wasn’t sure why she kept giving him second chances.

Because she loves me?

Startled by this realization, he
faltered, missing several beats of the rhythm he’d set. She’d already said she loved him a couple of times. If he believed her, this should come as no surprise, but it did. It was…shocking.

Emily stretched her arms above her head in a languid manner.
“Nobody ever did this to me, either. It’s purrrfect. Except I should’ve turned off the light.”

“If we’d done that, I couldn’t see you. And I love looking at you.”

She snorted a laugh. “All I can see is the ceiling.”

“Sorry.
I’ll turn it off.”

“As long as you promise to come right back.”

“Don’t worry. I will.” Rolling onto his back, he got up and flipped off the overhead light.

“Much better,” she murmured.

In another moment, he was back inside her, but for once there was no sense of urgency, no frantic need. Only bliss as his cock slid slowly in and out of his sweet, luscious Emily. He wasn’t even building to a climax. It simply felt good.
She
felt good. Everything about her was good.

“Oh, yeah. Rock me, Alan
… You know something? You were worth the wait. Seriously… Not jacking around now…” Her voice trailed off and for a moment he thought she’d fallen asleep.

Then he realized she had.

She was already taking antibiotics. Maybe just this once it would be okay to let her sleep.

Just this once…

* * * *

The room was still cloaked in darkness when Emily awoke
.

It’s Christmas Eve.

And not a creature was stirring. Not even Alan. The astonishing thing was that his dick was still reasonably hard and firmly entrenched in her vagina.

What a guy!

Slipping carefully out of bed, she made a quick trip to the bathroom, slightly chilled by the time she returned. Alan changed that in about ten seconds.

My God, he’s warm.

“Sorry I didn’t wake you,” he murmured, draping an arm over her. “I didn’t have the heart.”

“No worries. That was one of those bucket list goals for me anyway.”

“What, falling asleep during sex?”

“No. Waking up with the guy I fell asleep with still in position.”

“Sweet.” Snuggling closer, he kissed her somewhere on her ear. “What else is on that list?”

“It’s a secret. I’ll only tell you when they happen.”

“Hard to be spontaneous about things like that—especially if number five on your list is climbing Mount Everest.”

“Nothing that exciting
.” She hesitated. “Wouldn’t mind sky diving, though. Ever done that?”

“No. Never really thought about it.”

“You wouldn’t,” she said with a chuckle. “I doubt it’s possible to have sex while skydiving, but if anyone could, I’d be willing to bet you’re the man.”

“Not sure I’m
that adventurous.” His deep sigh tickled her neck. “So, do you still love me even though I didn’t make you get up last night?”

“Yeah.
” She found his lips for a quick kiss. “I still love you.”

“Good. I hope you still feel th
at way after all the family get-togethers. Might be enough to scare you off.”

“Nah. That’s the nice thing about families. Once you grow up, you don’
t have to live with them anymore. At least, most people don’t.”

“Yeah. We’re pretty normal that way.”

Emily had to smile. That was about the only normal thing about them.

Not the only thing.

Besides, if buying sex toys was abnormal, there wouldn’t be stores and websites devoted to them. She’d probably been more of an anomaly among single women by never having been to that particular store before.

The alarm on Alan’s watch went off a few moments later. “Time to get up and fix the oatmeal.”

“Yeah. Better make a big batch. We’re gonna need our strength today.”

“Maybe I’ll put
in a little extra sweetener. Don’t suppose you’ve got any agave syrup, do you?”

“Might help if I knew what it was.”

“Organic sweetener, supposed to have a lower glycemic index.”

“Uh-
huh. That’s about as clear as mud.”

“Doesn’t make your blood sugar spike the way, say, high fructose corn syrup does.” He shuddered. “That shit will be the death of us all.”

She kissed him again. “Glad I’ve got you to watch out for this stuff for me. It’s a wonder I’m still alive.”

“And I want you to
stay
alive and healthy for a very long time.”

Tears stung her eyes as she considered whether or not anyone had ever voiced that sentiment before. She was fairly certain her family
wished it for her, but doubted they’d ever actually said the words. Once again, Alan was saying
I love you
in ways that went far beyond the casual remarks other people spouted out so carelessly.

Twining her arms around his neck, she squeezed him tight, pressing a kiss to his soft, sensuous lips. “I feel the same way about you.” Unfortunately, if they stayed together, sooner or later, one of them would have to watch the other die.

She sincerely wished she wouldn’t be the one left behind.    

* * * *

As she’d expected, Emily spent an interminable day at the office. Dillon and Stephen were running around like chickens most of the time, and anyone who had any sense at all stayed out of their way. Kathy, ever the most organized of the group, was gone by three o’clock. At five-fifteen, Emily was finishing up—all she had left to do was to file a few documents—when she tripped over Stephen, who for some strange reason was lying on the floor of the filing room. Papers went flying and she landed, sprawling, right next to him.

She rose up on her elbow, scowling.
“I know why
I’m
here, but what’s your excuse?”

“Sorry
. I dropped a page out of a file and it slid right under the cabinet—and the damn thing weighs a ton. I couldn’t budge it, so I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to dig it out from under there.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to print another copy?”

He shook his head. “This was an original with signatures on it. I can’t print another one, and I can’t leave it there.”

Emily gazed up at the
huge filing cabinet, which was a good three feet deep and eight feet long—not to mention being at least five feet tall. Moving it would require them to unload it completely—or recruit a small army. Unfortunately, everyone else had already left for the night. “You couldn’t have picked a worse place to lose something—or a worse time. Are you sure it’s under this one?”

“
Believe me, I’m sure.” With a groan, he rolled onto his back. “Why did this have to happen now? I want to go home.”

“Me
, too.” She sat up, surveying the situation without much hope. “If you’ll gather up my papers, and I’ll give this a try. Maybe I can reach farther than you can.”

“Good luck
.” His smile was grim. “I can’t even get my fingers under it.”

“
Then how did you ever—”

“With this.
” He handed her a long piece of wire that had once been a coat hanger. “I’ve managed to dig all sorts of junk out from under there, but not the one stupid piece of paper I need.”

Rolling onto her
stomach, Emily tried sweeping the floor beneath the massive cabinet with the coat hanger. The gap was so narrow she could barely get her fingers under it, let alone her whole hand. The worst part of it was, she couldn’t even hear any paper being moved around when she ran the wire underneath it.

This is gonna take
a Christmas miracle.