Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel (33 page)

My hands ended up
tangled in her hair, and though I tried to let her keep full control,
I couldn’t help gripping on to her tight and trying to fuck her
mouth just a little as my hips moved on their own accord. She hummed
approval in the back of her throat, which reverberated all the way
through to my balls.

She put her hand in
on the action so every time her mouth moved up, she’d suck hard
on the tip, and squeeze and rotate her hand at the base, and God…
it felt fucking marvelous.

At one point, she
had me muttering incoherently because I was so lost in the storm of
carnal craving.

When I came, it was
so hard that my hips jerked deep into her mouth and I blew hot and
straight down her throat. She kept at me until I was completely
empty, absolutely sated, and again marveling that I had found the
perfect woman.

After tucking me
back in, zipping me up, and giving me a light kiss with her swollen
lips, we got down to business and tried to figure out how we could
win my appeal.

“Hey, baby,”
Mac purrs in my ear as she wiggles on my lap, jerking me back to the
present and straight out of my porn memory of her blow job. “I’d
like another Slippery Nipple.”

I grab ahold of her
waist to stop her movements, which if she keeps it up, will guarantee
a boner before too long. “No more Slippery Nipples for you.
You’re going to be hating life tomorrow as it is.”

Mac looks down at
her watch, squinting just a bit to see the numbers. Her brow furrows,
and there’s no telling what is going on inside that
magnificent, albeit drunk mind of hers.

She sits up straight
on my lap suddenly with a look of supreme confidence and looks over
at her bestie. “Hey Macy... I just used the word ‘plethora’
in my mind.”

Macy takes a sip of
her vodka tonic and shoots me a grin, before turning back to Mac.
“That’s great, Mac. But so what?” She turns back to
me and gives me a wink, thoroughly enjoying Mac’s drunken rant.

“W-e-e-e-e-ll,”
Mac says slowly, as if she’s talking to a first grader. “I’m
obviously not that drunk if I can use big words in my head. Thus, I
deserve another Slippery Nipple.”

I start laughing,
because fuck, she’s entertaining when she’s drunk. I
mean, she’s pretty funny when she’s sober but that’s
because she’s got the sharpest of wits. It says something that
she can still bring it even while inebriated.

I wrap my arms
around her waist and lean in to kiss her neck. “It’s
arguments like that that will make you a legal star. I’m
convinced. I’ll go get you another Slippery Nipple.”

Pushing Mac off my
lap, I head to the bar for another round of drinks for her and Macy,
plus a bottled water for myself. The way Mac is going, I may be
holding her hair above the toilet tonight so it’s best if I
stay sober.

While I wait for my
drinks, I glance back over at the table. Mac and Macy have their
heads close together, both talking about something girlie and
secretive I’m sure. Mac’s eyes are sparkling and her
smile is at mega wattage. I wonder what they’re talking about
and wonder if it has to do with me.

Probably…
they waited until I left the table to get all cozy in their
conversation.

The bartender brings
me the drinks and I pay for them. As I walk back toward the table,
Mac’s head turns my way and she gives me a smile that says,
Yes, I’m drunk, but I’m so happy to see you right now,
you’ve been gone from me far too long, and I think the sun
rises and sets on you, Matt Connover.

Okay, maybe I’m
reading too much into it but damn… her smile can practically
punch the oxygen right out of my lungs.

Setting the drinks
on the table, I pull Mac up from the chair by her arm, sit down, and
then drag her back down on to my lap. As long as she keeps her
wiggling to a minimum, I should be good. Besides, I find I like
having her this close to me.

***

After that last
Slippery Nipple, I convince Mac to go home. Actually, I don’t
so much as convince her as Macy does, who called it a night saying
she was tired and wanted to get to sleep. So I pack Mac and Macy into
a cab and we head to their apartment.

When we step inside,
I tell Macy goodnight and lead Mac back into her bedroom. She gives
Macy a little wave and sort of stumbles along behind me.

I pull her inside
and shut the door. When I turn around, Mac is right there, having
much more coordination than I gave her credit for because her hands
grab ahold of my belt buckle and she tries to take it off. The look
on her face is absolutely priceless… her brow furrowed in
concentration, her tongue peeking out of the side of her mouth as she
squints at her task.

Putting my hands
over hers, I tell her, “No way, baby. You’re too drunk.”

She makes a
pffft
sound and tries to bat my hands away. “But honey… I want
it.”

God, she’s
fucking adorable. I pull her into my arms and hug her, kissing the
top of her head. Mac immediately melts into me, laying her cheek on
my chest and sighing in abandonment.

“You can have
it,” I tell her conspiratorially. “Tomorrow… when
you’re sober. So for now, go brush your teeth and take some
aspirin.”

I release her from
my hold and turn her toward the bathroom. She wobbles to the side a
bit but then pulls herself straight. Giving her a tiny push, I get
her going, watching her carefully to make sure she’s okay. She
walks into the bathroom and leaves the door open, which is good. I
can keep an eye on her.

Removing my clothes,
I watch as Mac takes some Tylenol and brushes her teeth. As she
starts to take her clothes off, I’m reasonably assured she’s
not going to fall over or start puking her guts up, so I crawl in to
bed, pulling the sheets up over my hips.

When Mac comes out
of the bathroom, stunningly naked but still stumbling slightly, I
can’t help but grin at her. She puts the tip of her finger in
her mouth and lets her eyes roam over me as she walks to the bed. As
she stands there, looking down at me, I wish with a passion that she
wasn’t drunk because I can’t help it… the sight of
her gloriously naked body does things to me. Her breasts are
perfectly rounded, lush with nipples peaked and begging for my
tongue. I so want my mouth on them, and I suppress a groan.

Mac crawls over my
body, and I grit my teeth when she brushes against my hardening dick.
She giggles and then collapses beside me on the bed, trying to scoot
her way under the covers.

When she gets
situated, she lays her head on my chest and I pull her in close. She
pushes her leg in between mine and wraps her arm around me. Our
embrace is sweet and comforting, yet the feel of her naked skin and
heavy breasts makes me horny. It’s an odd feeling, but I love
that Mac can turn me on even in all her drunken glory.

Reaching my free arm
out, I turn off the table lamp beside me, plunging the room into
darkness. I concentrate on the sound of Mac’s breathing,
wanting to ensure she falls asleep and isn’t going to get sick.
While I don’t mind helping her out and will gladly hold her
while she throws up, I’m a heavy sleeper and if I go down
before she does, there’s a chance I’d sleep through it.

And… Mac is
stubborn enough, even when she’s drunk, that she wouldn’t
ask for my help.

Her breathing is
light, but I know it won’t be long before she succumbs.

“Hey, Matt?”
she says loudly. Actually, she’s trying for a whisper but it’s
about the closest thing to a whisper-scream I’ve ever heard.

“Yeah?”
I ask as I grin in the dark at her.

“I think I
love you.”

A sizzle of
surprise, a flash of adrenaline, a cramping squeeze to my chest, and
a feeling of lightheadedness hit me all at once. She fucking threw
out the “L” word, and it does something to me.

Not sure what, but
that was a completely visceral reaction to those words.

I don’t know
what to say in response, so I just squeeze her so she knows I heard
her.

“I’ll
probably regret saying that tomorrow,” she says
matter-of-factly, “but I just had to say it.”

The cynic in me…
the one who refuses to trust and hasn’t given credence to the
concept of love in a very long time says, “You won’t
remember it tomorrow, Mac.”

It’s so dark
in the room that I can’t see much but the vague outline of her
body on the bed next to me. I can’t see her face at all, but
for some reason… I just know… I can feel rather, that
she’s smiling in a patient way.

“Yes, I will.
I may not remember telling you, but I will remember I love you.
That’s just not something I can forget.”

Fuck… that
same sizzle-flash-squeeze feeling courses through me again, and if I
had to take a wild-ass guess as to what it was, I might have to give
it the name of Euphoria.

Do those words truly
please me? And if so, why can’t I just say them back to her?

Nothing comes to
mind, so I just lean my head over and glide my lips along her
forehead. Like I said, she won’t remember any of this tomorrow.
“You’re something else, Mac.”

She doesn’t
respond to me but within just a minute or two, her breathing goes
deep and I know she’s fallen asleep.

I lay awake for a
long time, holding Mac… feeling her heartbeat against mine as
we lay together. I can’t deny it… I’m absolutely
warmed by her feelings for me. It’s been a long time since
someone has cared for me like that, and while I’m convinced I
never really missed it after Marissa, I can certainly admit it feels
pretty fucking fantastic right now.

Seriously…
what do I feel for Mac? Is this love? Is it lust? Is it both, or
maybe neither? Maybe it’s just a passing fancy and will pale
over time.

I hope the latter
isn’t true, but I’m prepared if that’s the case.

I’m just not
sure that I’m prepared if it’s the former.

“Dad…
when can we go to Coney Island?” Gabe asks as he walks into my
home office and grabs ahold of my arm.

Pushing away from
the desk, I grab him around the waist and put him on my lap. Leaning
my face into his neck, I blow a wet raspberry there that has him
shrieking in laughter and trying to propel himself away from me
because it tickles.

“Stop it,”
he cries through his laughter, lurching left and right as I add some
tickling to his ribs.

I finally let him
slither off my lap and swat him on his butt. “I told you we’re
waiting for Mac to get here, and then we’ll go.”

Gabe puts his index
finger in his mouth and stares at me with a shy smile. I had just
told him about Mac not long ago, when I got this wild hair up my butt
to invite her along, and he looks a bit unsure as to who Mac really
is.

I told him this
morning, “Gabe… I have a lady friend I’d like to
invite with us to go to Coney Island today. Is that okay?”

He stared at me with
those golden-brown eyes and asked, “You mean a friend like
Anthony?”

I cringed inside,
because Mac was so not like Marissa’s young fuck toy. Well,
maybe at first, she was… but she’s not now.

“No… my
friend… Mac, she’s just a very good friend that I like
spending time with and I’d like you to meet her. Is that cool?”

“Will she stay
the night like Anthony does?”

“No,” I
say quickly. “She’s not that type of friend.”

God, it was so
fucking confusing… explaining Mac to my son, because she was
that “type of friend”. I just didn’t want him to
know that yet.

“She’ll
just go to Coney Island today with us, but then she’ll go home.
But if you like her, we can invite her some other time to hang with
us. How’s that sound?”

Gabe grinned and
nodded. I prayed silently,
Please let him like her.
If he
doesn’t like her, I don’t know what I’ll do. Well,
yeah… I do. It means I’d have to cut Mac loose, but not
before I wouldn’t try desperately to get Gabe to like her.

This was all so spur
of the moment. I hoped to God I was doing the right thing by having
her meet him this early on. This had so much potential to blow up in
my face, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at this time.

Just yesterday, as
the workweek was closing down, I walked into Mac’s office. We
had plans to go out to dinner, but Marissa called me around four PM
to tell me she wanted to take an impromptu trip out of town with
Anthony. I guess the make-up sex must be really good at this point.

She asked if I’d
mind taking Gabe for the weekend. Of course, I had to clarify with
her what exactly she meant. “Do I still get my regular time
with him next weekend?” I asked.

“Yes,”
she snapped at me. “Will that make you happy?”

“Immeasurably,”
I assured her, because… two weekends in a row with Gabe?
Fucking major win in my book!

The only downside
was that I would have to cancel plans with Mac for the weekend. So, I
knocked on her office door, and she looked up at me with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I
said softly and then walked up to her for a kiss.

“You about
ready to get the weekend started?” she asked as she pulled her
lips away, wearing that starry-eyed look I’ve come to recognize
after I kiss her.

“Actually…
I’m going to have to cancel,” I told her reluctantly.
Because, yes… I was damn reluctant to do it, because although
I love spending time with Gabe, and he would always come first, I was
going to miss the hell out of Mac. “Marissa asked if I could
take Gabe this weekend, so I’m going to have to go pick him
up.”

Mac… being
Mac… which means understanding, wonderful, kind, fucking hot
as hell, best blow job giver ever, and just a generally perfect
woman, said, “That’s awesome. I mean… that you get
Gabe… not that we can’t go out this weekend, but we can
do that any time. Your times with Gabe are too few and precious.”