Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (58 page)

I nod.

His fist tightens around lady and he stops
pumping her.

No! I want that. I love when he pleases
her.

“Tell me.”

I glance down and his pointer finger pressed
into that sensitive V on the underside of lady, just below her
head.

Dear God! He knows just what I like.

“Now, tell me.”

I squeeze around him, like a vice, and he
curses with a growl.

Flexing my feet, I lift myself so he’s almost
all the way out, his head just inside and I squeeze again.

“Awe fuck, you’re milking my cock.”

Yes. I. Am! I internally smile to myself.
Feeling powerful and sexy, riding him.

Lowering myself a fraction, I contract around
him again.

“Stop it.”

No, I won’t. He wants me to fuck him. Then I
am doing just that, taking control. Fucking him how I want, even
though I hate using that word.

Standing back up just a little, I squeeze and
un-squeeze his deliciously meaty head. Making the thickness bump
into my most sensitive spot and my body begins to convulse as his
head taps it. A tingling in my sac starts to take over. The
pleasure flooding my veins thickens, and I feel the edge of my
climax sliding closer.

“God fuckin dammit, Lex, you’re teasing me.
My balls hurt. But shit, baby. Keep doing it. Grip my dick.”

I listen and milk him, harder. Resting
forward, pressing my chin to my chest. My hands on my thighs, I
rhythmically bounce, his dick gliding in and out of me in powerful
shallow thrusts, each downward motion angling just right as I
undulate my hips in a circular motion. Feeling him everywhere! Oh….
Yes….

“Gage.” I bite my lip,
lady
swelling,
ready to let go.

“I know. Let me help.” Gage’s left hand pumps
lady fast as he imbeds the fingers on his right hand into my hip
and growls. Frantically bucking up into me, I brace myself, and my
body tightens, spilling over the threshold and my eyes roll back
into my head.

“Oh… Gage… Gage… Gage…” I moan, as he thrusts
into me hard, masturbating lady and she spasms. One pulse after
another I come, hard. Screaming, losing myself in him, in us, in
pleasure and love, and he follows me into ecstasy filled heaven,
grunting his climax, jerking his thick rod inside of me, filling me
with his hot creamy come.

Letting go of lady he brings his hand to his
mouth and licks my juices from his fingers with a satisfied groan.
Sitting back down onto him, I allow his hardness to rest deep
inside of me. Gage’s arms wrap around my stomach and he kisses my
shoulders. “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you, more.” I turn my head and offer
him my lips. He reaches up and sweetly pecks my mouth.

“Let’s go get cleaned up, I’ll wash you in
the tub and I’ll even let you listen to Patsy this time.”

Gage tolerates my music. He doesn’t mind
Patsy but he complains all the time that she’s too sad. His
preference of music similar to mine, except he prefers Frank
Sinatra and other oldies but goodies. I don’t mind. I enjoy them
too. I just like giving him a hard time.

Holding my hips, Gage helps me stand. My legs
are a bit wobbly but I manage. Picking up another pair of destroyed
panties from the floor, I toss the fourth ruined pair of the week
into the trash. This habit of his is getting expensive. I can’t
complain though. He’s been the one purchasing new panties for me
left and right. Many of them only last one wearing before they are
discarded like yesterday’s trash. I’ve been half-tempted to never
wear any. I would do that if he wasn’t so damn sexy and turn me on
all the time. I can’t risk getting stiff with a tight dress on.

Feeding his fingers through mine, he escorts
me, by hand, upstairs and he turns on the water, acclimates the
temperature and does all the other girly things for me. I’m
spoiled. I never thought I’d ever hear myself say that but it’s
true. Gage spoils the crap out of me, new jewelry, clothes, and
flowers. Every single week I get a few bouquets of flowers
delivered and the past three weeks he’s gone with me to Barbie’s on
Friday’s to pick up the weeks selection of biscotti and other
decadent treats. Emma loves these caramel pecan scones and Barbie
has made a point to have them every week just for her, makes Emma
proud when she gets to carry her own pink bag from Barbie’s. My
heart melts for my princess. I love her so very much.

Tossing my dress in the hamper and Gage
stripping down, I bite my lip, taking in his exquisite body. I love
the rippling of taut lean muscles that cover his entire frame.

“If you keep eye fucking me, Angel, we won’t
be getting into this tub.” He glances over his shoulder to me with
a dirty all-knowing smile, as his hand swishes through the bath
water dissolving the bath salts. Leaving only his boxers on as his
pants pool around his ankles and he kicks them off, while he
completes his task.

Standing back up, I watch as the muscles in
his angel tattooed back contract and tighten and he hooks his
thumbs into the band of his boxers, dropping them to the ground,
his back still to me, revealing one of my favorite parts of him,
his tight smooth muscular ass. And what a delicious ass it is.

“You like that don’t you?” His hand smacks
his butt, instantly making my giggle and turn fire engine red. How
in the hell does he know what I am thinking?

“Do you?” He wiggles that fine ass.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“What do you want to do to it?”

Oh boy, here comes the dirty talk again. A
new thing he plays up pretty regularly and I’m not complaining one
iota. I find it sexy, kind of a hot bantering back and forth. Plus,
it’s always dirty talk that empowers me and makes me feel sexy. Not
degrading like some men I’m sure speak.

“I don’t want to do anything to it.”

That’s a lie, but I’m too afraid.

“Yes, you do.” Bending forward he spreads his
cheeks using both hands and gives me a good look at the place he
wants me to enter, with every part of me possible.

Raking my gaze up and down his body once
more, I break my drool worthy stare and walk around him, and sink
into the bath, relishing in the heat.

Gage growls, steps into the tub, bends over
in front of me again and offers me a closer view of that extremely
hot spot.

“This is yours Lex; I want you inside of me.
Just touch it.”

I don’t move.

His own hand snakes around and he pushes one
of his fingers inside, giving me a front row show to him pleasuring
himself.

“See, baby. I want you in….” He growls.
“Fuck. I want you in here.”

Leaning up, feeling slightly deflated with
more guilt for not giving him what he wants, what he needs. I kiss
his butt cheek.

“I’m sorry. We will work up to it. Now please
sit down and enjoy a bath with your woman.”

Not pressing me anymore, he does what I ask,
grabs my feet and starts to massage them.

“I love you. I don’t want to push you.”
Gage’s face is one of concern.

“I know and I’m sure we’ll work up to
it.”

“Change of subject. Now that we live
together, and Emma is here fulltime, would you like to think about
maybe expanding our family? I’m no spring chicken, Angel, and I’ve
been looking around.”

“Around for what?”

“Surrogates.”

“You want a baby…
now
?”

“Do you?”

Do I? I’m happy with just having Emma. The
thought of having another baby for Emma to have a sibling like I
never had, well that does sound rather temping. But right now? With
everything that has happened? I don’t know the first thing about
caring for a baby. Why is he pushing so much on me in the same day?
Sex with him and now a baby, it’s all a bit overwhelming.

“Can we discuss it further in a few months?
After Lincoln gets settled into his house again and Lucy gets out
of the dog training program.”

“Sure… No rush. I love you and plan on
spending the rest of my life with you. If I have to wait another
six months to revisit us having a child together, then I will wait.
If I have to wait four years, I will. I just wanted to talk to you
about it now, been something on my mind.”

Leaning forward, I wave him to come closer,
and I cup his cheeks. Looking deep in his soulful eyes, I whisper.
“I love you with all my heart and we will have a child together one
day. You are my everything.” I softly press my lips to his and fall
into the world of Gage and Lex. The world of safety, undying love
and the purest happiness I never thought possible. I have found my
perfect partner, my better half. I have truly met my soul mate and
I will be forever grateful for him.

Epilogue

Nine months after the incident

Lex

“Come on, Angel. Just put it in me.”

I don’t think I can do this.

“You sure?” I look down and see my lady
rubbing his eager, well-lubed hole. Lady’s pretty necklace is
wrapped around her, shining so beautifully, as I prepare myself to
make love to my partner for the first time. I can’t believe I
agreed to this.

“But….” I stutter

“But nothing.” He lifts the thick document
from beside his head, waving it in the air.

“You know the rules; they are outlined
clearly in this. Do you want me to cover them again?”

I nervously chew my bottom lip. My legs
shaking, lady dripping pre-come and Gage’s dick is so hard. He
wants this so bad. I’ve been putting it off for so long.

“It states in layman’s terms, that Lex Keagan
will make love to her partner by penetration or Gage Masterson will
not accept her gift of a viable kidney.”

I know what it says. I just don’t like any of
it.

“You want to give me a kidney right?”

I nod my reply.

“You want me to be healthy so when Maya
arrives, her daddy and mommy will both be recovered. Correct?”

I nod again, chewing even harder on my bottom
lip.

“Then you must make love to me. We drew up
this binding contract for a reason, Angel. You want to give me a
part of you I didn’t want to accept. Now I want you to do something
to me that you are afraid of. It’s a compromise.”

I sigh. I know he’s right. Five months ago,
two weeks after we implanted our surrogate Molly with our donated
egg and my sperm, Gage went into renal failure again. That is when
we finally told his friends about his fatal condition. Everybody in
our close-knit group of friends and family was tested to be a
kidney donor. Two of us came back viable candidates. Linx, one of
Gage’s biker buddies and me, which is strangely romantic. Of course
he didn’t want to take either of our kidneys. Wanted to wait on the
donors list, to possibly get lucky, I, on the other hand had
something else in mind. So, I was the one to broker this deal. We
sat down with another lawyer of Gage’s firm, to have the
specifications of this drawn up in a binding contract, that I would
make love to him one time before we go through the surgery, if I
don’t abide by the contract; Gage is able to back out of the
deal.

It’s now Saturday and we rode up on his
motorcycle yesterday to spend the weekend together here in the
cabin, alone. This coming Tuesday we go in for transplant surgery.
The doctor is highly confident that it will be successful. My
doctor was a bit skeptical at first, worried about the physical
repercussions on my remaining kidney since I’m on a hormone patch.
But I don’t care. If the choice in life is to die early because you
saved your partner, or to let him die and you live a full life,
then there is no question on what my choice is, even if Gage
disagrees.

Might as well get this out of the way too, to
cover what has happened in the past months. God knows my brain is
on a never-ending loop of thoughts. If that doesn’t confirm I’m a
real woman, I don’t know what does. Men, I know for certain, don’t
think like us ladies do. Any who, yes, we are using the same Molly
who was Lincoln’s hospital nurse as our surrogate. The woman has
become a best friend to me. I used to only have Roni. Who by the
way, now has a bouncing baby boy named Jaxon. She and Bob are now
married; they tied the knot at the courthouse a few months into her
pregnancy. They still live above my garage. I hated to see them go,
glad they didn’t. The apartment is large enough for the three of
them and Roni has changed a lot. She’s no longer the petulant slob.
Her place is uncharacteristically clean. I’m more than impressed by
not only her cleanliness but her mothering skills. She’s a
fantastic mom.

So, it’s been wonderful not only having one
woman to be friends with but three. We can’t forget Tasha in the
mix.

Oh…and Molly knows all about lady. She was
the one who offered herself as a surrogate, we didn’t ask. Of
course, she knew we were searching. I had told her as much. So now,
we have an egg implanted into her and we found out a few weeks ago
that we will be welcoming Emma a little sister into the world, Emma
is the one to name her Maya, after a little coercion from Gage. At
first, Emma wanted to name her Larry. That didn’t go over very
well. Then Gage began reading Emma poems from Maya Angelou at night
for story time, and that’s what she decided to name her. Since Maya
Angelou is one of my favorite literary geniuses, I more than
obliged to use that name. It’s beautiful. Plus, Maya Masterson
sounds pretty damn adorable if you ask me.

The person I am sure you are most concerned
to learn more about is Lincoln. Well Lincoln, is Lincoln. Kicking
butt and taking names. He just got his first set of legs a month or
two ago, turning him into the most determined man I’ve met. I visit
him a few days a week and we text daily. He’s still himself. Just a
little different and now that he’s recovered, the guilt that
festers in my soul for what happened to him, seems to decrease as
time passes. Although it’s not completely gone, it has
lessened.