Page 10 of Conveniently Theirs (Viva Las… Oh, Sh!t)

“Kendall.” I drop my voice so she’ll listen.

“If— and I mean if there’s something you want from me that I find uncomfortable, you’ll know.

Communication about our sexual likes and dislikes, about what we know and what we want to discover, to experience, is a part of foreplay.

Sometimes a mighty aphrodisiac. So, ask me. ”

Her gaze slips sideways for a brief moment then returns to hold mine.

“Can you… uh… fuck me?”

“Such language, darlin’.” She was so cute when she asked and now her embarrassment is adorable. “Yes, I can, Keni. And I will.”

“Now?”

“Yes.” I settle between her parted thick thighs and capture a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving a sharp tug. “You’ve really never?”

“Really, really. I never wanted anyone but you.”

My cock is hard, the blood pounding through it matches the throbbing pulse at the base of Keni’s throat. “Help me in, Keni.”

One hand wrapped around me, she sighs. “You’re going to feel so good.”

“Ah, yes we will.” The head touches her wet heat and I grit my teeth. I won’t slam into her. I need to go slow, to treasure her first time, the gift she saved for me. “That’s it, Keni. Slow and easy.”

“I’d rather go fast.”

“Next time. This experience, this time is special.”

“Stop talking. Oh, god, Josh. I’ve never felt anything like this. Like you.”

“Good. Move your hand, darlin’, I’m almost there.” She releases my cock and slides her hand up my side. We both hold our breath as I slide home.

“Josh. Oh… yes… that’s…”

I freeze in an attempt to regain control over my body. I want to make this time so good, so special for her. For us both and?—.

“Fuck.” I jerk free from her body and closing my eyes against the surprise and rejection in Keni’s expression, flop to the side. “Hell. Shit. Damn.”

Keni sits and tugs the sheet over her full breasts. “What did I do? Josh?”

I can’t allow her to believe I reject her in any way.

I struggle to my knees on the soft mattress and hold out my hand.

“Never, darlin’. Rejection, leaving you unsatisfied in any way is the furthest thing in my mind.

At least in what little’s left that’s not filled with how much I need you. Want you…”

She shakes her head and ignores my offer to hold her.

“Kendall, please. Please let me hold you while I explain. ”

Another head shake. “I can’t risk that. Can’t risk falling into the hope of you, only to be forgotten or ignored. You’re all I ever wanted until…”

Her words fade and she covers her face with her hands. I inch closer and gently uncover her eyes. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“Yes. Why did you stop? You, I… it felt so good. So right. And almost perfect.”

She makes me smile. “Almost?”

There’s something in her expression that reminds me of—hell, I don’t know what. But it’s there, the reason is niggling at the back of my mind.

“Either tell me why you stopped or get the hell out of my bed. I can’t deal with partial emotions. Josh, I love you. I want a physical relationship with you during our fake marriage. Tell me.”

“I don’t have a condom.” I hope she hears the regret in my words.

“This is about protection?” The sad worry in her eyes fades.

“Yes. I, uh…hadn’t planned on this.” I waggle my finger indicating the two of us. “So I’m not prepared.”

“You and Devin are monogamous, yes?”

“Yes. Have been for years. At least until now.” Bringing one of her hands to my lips I kiss her palm. “ Because of the way the world is now, we still get checked a couple times a year anyway.”

“And I’ve never been with anyone so I’m clean. No diseases or cooties.”

Cooties? My laugh finally returns a tentative smile to her face. “Oh, I don’t know. Girl cooties are a special breed.”

“What I’m saying, Josh, is that we don’t need protection.”

The thought of returning to the slick heat of her body angles me closer. She moves her hands to my face and closes the distance for a heated kiss. “Love me,” she whispers and lays back, drawing me with her.

Before I’m lost in her again, my sex starved brain flashes the image of a blanket wrapped baby. Protection. “Keni, darlin’. Wait. There’s another protection concern. Babies.”

She sighs. “I have always dreamed of having kids. Even when I thought you were only gay, I wanted your babies. I’m ready to take that chance.

Even when our fake marriage is over, I know if we do have a child, they’ll be well taken care of…

loved, happy. Please, give me this, Josh.

At least the chance to have your baby. Please? ”

The hint of desperation in her tone shatters me. “ Keni, are you—you must be sure. I can—I mean we’ve got condoms in the other bedroom.” I can’t look at her. Has mentioning Devin, even in such an indirect way, cased her pain?

She grabs the tips of my ears and makes me focus on her eyes. “I am sure. So sure. Love me, Josh. Come inside me. We’ll let fate make the decision.”

“I love you Kendall Castillo.”

She chuckles. “It’s going to take me awhile to get used to hearing that.”

I settle in the cradle of her thighs, my fingers skimming over her clit, checking how ready she is for us to continue. “What? You mean you never wrote Mrs. Josh Castillo on your notebook?”

“You were unattainable then.”

“Not any more, darlin’.” With an easy thrust I return where I belong.

We’ve waited so long, both tonight and for the years neither of us confessed our love.

This time, our first time, escalates quickly and I’m enough of a man to know she needs more than just the friction of my thrusts.

Adjusting my angle, I slip my hand between our sweat slicked bodies and press my thumb against her firm bundle of nerves.

“It’s time, Keni.”

“Ah, oh… yes…” With her feet plan ted against the mattress, she presses her hips higher. Short bursts of her breath mix with mine as in turn I force her ass deep into the mattress. It’s a sensual battle we both win when she keens her release.

My swallowed shout becomes a pleasured growl as my cock pulses out my own orgasm. “Dear god,” I whisper, touching my forehead to hers. “Ah, Kendall.”

“Yes, Josh. Oh… oh…” Another orgasm crashes over her, surprising us both.

I hold her close until her gasps grow silent and the trembling of her muscles slows. After our breathing returns to normal, I make a promise to return quickly and fill the oversized tub in her en suite with warm water and bubbles.

She’s almost asleep when I return yet manages a shy, sultry smile. I hold out both hands. “Come with me, darlin’.”

Her eyes open wide with false innocence. “Thought that’s what I just did. Twice.”

Chuckling, I reach for her. “And now you need a little pampering. You might feel a little sore.”

“Oh. Aftercare. It’s in all the romance books.”

“All of them?” Arm around her shoulders I lead her to the tub .

“Maybe not all. But in the ones I like best.”

Once she’s in the tub, her beautiful body hidden by the bubbles, she sighs. “You really don’t have to do all this. I don’t expect it.”

“All the more reason to, darlin’. All the more reason.”