Page 32 of The Last Love Story (Baker Girls #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JADE

I’ve got my groove back.

It’s been a month and a half since my surgery, and things are going well.

My mobility and range of motion has increased in my fingers.

Still no pain at all. And I can make a fist again.

I still can’t do anything that requires me to be weight bearing with my hand, and I’ve gotten good at opening jars and bottles with my left hand, but otherwise, I’m getting back to normal.

Most importantly, I’m typing several hours a day again, and book nine is flying out of me.

So much so that I’m letting the itch to work on my secret project take over.

For years, it’s been my catharsis. Something just for me.

My safe place, and the project that speaks to my soul—the girl who grew up loving Disney Princesses and fairytales.

It’s been a few years, and every so often I consider querying them, but I always second-guess myself.

They’re special to me. And having them stomped on scares me. But if I ever want to share them with the world, I’ll have to get over that because whether I try for the traditional route or self-publish, criticism will come my way. I’m getting closer, though.

When I was at my most bored, I went back and read the first two books and was pleasantly surprised they weren’t nearly as bad as I’d convinced myself they were. I’m planning to spend some time next week editing them, but I would be comfortable letting some trusted sources beta read them.

Today though, I’m working on book five. A twist on Snow White and the Huntsman .

Only there are three huntsmen and no dwarves.

One of the huntsmen is looking for her. She ends up shacking up with all three of them, and the one who is supposed to turn her in is fighting all his instincts.

I’m at the climactic part now where he finally reveals who he is, and she tries to run, but they keep her there, promising fealty to her, then tying her to the bed and worshipping her.

There might be some sword crossing action too.

But for this bit particularly, they’ll all be focused on her.

And she’s going to be filled up.

I wiggle in my spot at the corner of the couch and instantly feel Justin’s gaze on me.

“Okay over there, wifey?”

I clear my throat. Am I going to tell him what I’m thinking? Or even about the project?

I think I want to. At least the project. Maybe the other stuff.

“Uh… just working on something a little different, and thinking about it.”

He slides closer. “Different how?”

“It’s male-male-male-female.”

His eyes widen. “Oh, really? Not part of the Marianos, then?”

I slowly shake my head. “This is my secret project. Like super secret. No one else knows about it.”

“Will you tell me?” His words are gentle and encouraging .

“Okay, so you know my lore is fairytales and Disney Princesses. This is a series of retellings.”

“How many books?”

“I’m on the fifth, and I have plans for the sixth.”

His eyes light up. “What are they? I need to know more. Also, can I read them?”

I laugh at that. “I think I might be ready to let someone read the first two.”

“I volunteer as tribute.”

“I thought you might. Anyway, the first is Beauty and the Beast . Second is a sapphic version of Sleeping Beauty . Third is Cinderella . Fourth is a male-male Little Mermaid . The sixth one will be Peter Pan . And the one I’m working on right now is a polyamorous Snow White and the Hunts men.

Three men and Snow White.” I swallow hard.

He quirks a brow, heat settling in his gaze. “And what about that has my sweet little romance author squirming?”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “I’m writing a scene where they all take her. And I want to know… what it would be like. Not being with multiple people. But…” I scrub my hands over my face as my cheeks burn, but Justin reaches over and pulls my hands away.

“Tell me.”

“When I’ve written male-male stuff, I don’t have a frame of reference for what anal would feel like for a man any more than what coming feels like for a man, so I read other books and had queer male beta readers.

I know I don’t have to know what it’s like to write it.

I can research and talk to women who have experienced it, but?—”

“You want to know. It’s okay to want to explore that.”

“I more than want to. I’m desperate .”

“Turn that off,” Justin growls, gesturing to my laptop.

I scramble to do it. Then he’s yanking me off the couch and leading me to the bathroom.

“Since you’ve never done this before, I’ll help you prep. I don’t have a ton of experience, but I’ve done it a few times and know what needs to be done.”

I suck in a shaky breath.

“It’s okay if you’re nervous. And if you want to stop at any point, say the word and we will.”

I nod, body trembling with both anticipation and nerves.

Standing in the middle of the bathroom, Justin strips me down, and when he gets to my underwear, he groans. “Christ, darlin’. These are soaked.”

“I told you,” I moan as he kisses my neck.

Then his hand comes down on my ass in a crisp smack. I whine in response.

“I can’t wait to take this perfect ass. But first, let’s get you prepped.”

Justin takes me through an entire routine, starting in the shower, then moving to the bedroom, where he uses the anal vibrator I bought but never used to help get me ready. It’s unsettling at first, but as I relax, it feels amazing, and I’m craving more. I need him.

I’m lying on my side on the bed, my right hand resting on a pillow, with Justin behind me.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” he rumbles.

“I want the super thin clit stimulator. I can hold that with my left hand. Then I want a toy for my pussy… and you for?—”

He sinks his mouth over mine in a rough kiss.

“What toy do you want?”

I lock eyes with him, and he instantly knows.

The Beast .

He pulls it from the drawer and squirts some lube on it, then hands me the clit stimulator.

“I’m going to start slow,” he rasps.

Since this one is tapered, it gives a little more control over how much I take.

“Wait. I want you inside me first. I care more about that than the toy.”

He lets out a shuddery breath. “As you wish, darlin’.”

Turning my head, I watch as he squirts some lube onto his cock and strokes himself.

I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I’m nervous, but I want to know what it feels like.

“I’m going to take this very slow.”

He squirts more lube into his hand, then carefully pulls the vibrator out. The sudden emptiness has me wiggling my ass toward Justin.

“Patience.”

The cool lube is a jolt to my senses, but when he presses his finger against my hole, I relax again.

A moment later, the head of his cock is there, and I have to turn the clit stimulator off because I’m too close to coming. I want the whole experience.

“Do it,” I plead.

And slowly—torturously fucking slowly—he presses his tip inside. I bear down and breathe, taking him deeper.

“Just like that, baby,” he groans.

“Ah, fuck. Holy… shit.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good. I need more.”

Grabbing my hip, he holds me steady as he works his way in.

“Yes,” I cry.

The deeper he gets, the less my brain works, and it’s all nonsense and noises.

“How do you feel?” he asks once he’s fully seated inside me.

“So good. I want more. Use the toy.”

He lets out a restrained groan, then nips at my shoulder.

“This might kill me.”

He swirls the tip of the toy around my entrance, slowly pushing it in.

My vision goes blurry. No wonder the women in those books are so damn happy to take all the dicks.

I couldn’t imagine doing this every day, but sometimes…

fuck . It’s incredible. Overwhelming. It’s hard to breathe, but I need more .

“Look at how much you can take.” Justin’s groan is sinful as he pulls the toy out a little, then pushes it back in farther.

“Yes. Just like that. I—I need you to move. Please.”

He gets the toy a little farther in, then takes a big breath and slips part way out before pushing back in.

I clench the sheets and turn the vibrator on, shakily moving it between my legs.

Justin wraps one leg around mine and kisses my back as he moves in and out, then he moves the toy in sync with the motion of his hips.

“Oh my god. Fuck. Yes. Faster. Please.”

He picks up his pace, and I scream with pleasure, completely overcome.

My clit tingles and my stomach warms, but the feeling of pleasure is different. Bigger than an orgasm.

“Oh my—yes—I—I…” I cry out, as a different kind of pleasure ripples through me and I feel like I’m going to pee, and then… oh. Shit. I’m squirting everywhere.

“Oh, yes,” Justin groans, holding me tighter.

“Fuck,” I whine. Still so overwhelmed in the best way.

I’ve played with plenty of toys, but I’ve never squirted before, and now… now…

“I’m going to…”

Justin lifts his head and watches me squirt this time, barely suppressing a groan.

“Faster.”

“I’m barely holding on, baby,” he rasps. “Your ass keeps squeezing the life out of my cock. I’m too close to coming.”

“So am I. Don’t hold back. Please. I need to feel this. I’m so full. So perfectly full. Now I need a little more.”

Holding me tighter, he moves faster, and for a second, I swear I go blind. I bury my face in the blankets, moaning into them as I’m double fucked.

“Yes, yes…” Haze filters over me and warmth blooms in my stomach. “Justin,” I cry out loudly as I co me.

“Fuck.” Justin buries his head in my neck. “Jade…”

He moans loudly in my ear as his warmth fills me. I’m coming all over again, my abs so tight I can barely breathe.

“Holy fuck,” I pant, tossing the vibrator to the side. I’ve never felt more empowered or confident. And that was a whole new realm of what sex and intimacy can be.

Justin kisses across my shoulder. “That was…” He trails off, at a loss for words.

“Mhm,” I agree.

I tilt my head so I can kiss him, and his hot mouth on mine while he’s still buried deep inside me has me ready to go again.

Or maybe not. I’m not sure I can move.

Slowly, Justin slips out of me, then removes the toy, and the feeling of fullness fades. It’s not that I want it back right now, but I also feel empty without it.

My breath shakes, and it takes a few minutes for me to get a good, deep breath in.

“We should clean up,” Justin whispers.

I nod, but it takes us a few minutes to get off the bed.

Eventually, we end up back in the shower. Though it only takes Justin a few minutes to clean off, I take longer, making sure I feel okay everywhere and I’m fully cleaned off.

When I get back to the bedroom, I find Justin has cleaned up the blankets he put down as a barrier and changed the sheets. Even though it’s only the middle of the afternoon, he’s under the covers waiting for me.

I join him and our naked bodies instantly collide as we kiss.

I’ve never come so hard in my life, and I should be fully sated, but the new experience has left me keyed up, ready for more.

Justin gently bites my lip as he pulls away. “Did you enjoy that?”

With a laugh, I nod. “Definitely. Did you? Because I really want to do that again.”

“Thank fuck. It was so hot. “

He kisses me hard .

“Thank you,” I murmur against his lips. “For making me feel safe enough to try that.”

“Thank you for letting me be your safe place.”

We stare at each other for a moment, the words neither of us has said, dancing through the air.

“I…” But the words don’t come out, so I dive forward and kiss him again, showing him the words I can’t say, how much I care for him, and how grateful I am for him.

How much I love him.

“You’re mine, darlin’. Mine.”

Then he’s buried deep inside me, my pussy swelling around his cock as we give in to the depth of emotions overtaking us.

My fragile, romantic heart beats steadily with the words I can’t stop thinking.

I hope this lasts forever .