Domesticated (28 page)

“You want it on your clit, don’t you, Mouse?”

My little nub went crazy hearing him say that. He hadn’t called me that in quite some time. I fucking loved it, and I never even told him to say it. I moaned some sort of incoherent yes right before I felt the stinging stream on my clit. Holding the tub with my hands, I thought I might faint. The showerhead was my new best friend. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Did mine even come off like that? The kitchen sink did.

That was over way too soon. I was calling out in a raspy moan in a matter of seconds. Sam inserted one finger and let my walls contract around it while his tongue devoured my mouth. I worked diligently to free his erection, and he stepped in the tub. I happily parted my lips and slid his shorts over his hips while he thrust to the back of my throat. Sam stepped out of his now wet shorts and lifted his shirt over his head all while pumping in and out of my mouth. One hand held his balls, kneading while I sucked his cock, and the other one ran down his strong chest and abs.

Sam moaned a couple times before pulling out. Shit. I didn’t want him to pull out. I wanted him, all of him. I wanted to taste him on my lips. I didn’t complain, not after he bent me over the tub and took me from behind. That’s where the third orgasm happened, and he came with me. I dropped my body over the tub, trying to come down from another Sam-high while he kissed my wet back, breathing the same hot breaths on my skin.

“Aahh, I think I broke something,” Sam groaned, standing.

I laughed and watched his cute naked butt walk out to the bed. I followed, seeing him plop to his stomach on his bed…wet. Sam had a nice ass, a very nice ass.

“Let’s go get food. I’m hungry,” I whined.

“Rub my back first,” Sam countered.

My eyes scanned his naked body and messy hair. That was another something I had never done. I wasn’t sure how. I straddled him, resting my naked cunt on his lower back and kneaded, starting at his strong shoulders. Sam moaned and closed his eyes. I took my back-rubbing job seriously and rubbed out the tightness in Sam’s sore muscles. His moaning told me I was good at it. His flesh rubbing against my naked sex aroused it, awakening my pussy for further stimulation.

By the time I had made it to Sam’s lower back, I was panting, rocking back and forth, creating more and more contact to my overactive clitoris. “Sam,” I said in a breathy tone.

“Keep rocking it, baby, make it come,” Sam coaxed, knowing exactly what was going on. My fingernails dug into his back and I did just that. I grinded my sopping wet pussy into Sam’s bare ass and came again. That made five times since I’d left my house for a clear-my-mind walk. This one embarrassed me a little. I just got off on Sam’s back, rubbing myself up and down, skin to pussy until I came.

Sam didn’t let me feel that way. He pulled me to the bed before I could escape to drown myself in the bathtub.

“You’re the only one on earth who can make me have a hard-on twice in thirty minutes,” he teased, holding me down while kissing me. That made me feel much better, but a little wet at the mention of him having a boner.

I really thought Garrison was going to make it easy for me, like he was just going to let me walk away. Of course, it couldn’t be that simple. He sent roses, he sent
I love you
text messages, he sent a bottle of wine we once had in Rio. I was surprised that he even remembered that, but I still wasn’t flattered. He didn’t call though, and he didn’t show up the following Friday, thank the good lord above.

Everything was going as planned. I had Olivia doing exactly what I needed her to on a daily basis. Watching the fertility test for an entire week started to get mind-numbing. I knew I shouldn’t get so discouraged, we still had time, but I did. Even though I had researched everything there was to research about ovulation over the past couple weeks, it still worried me.

“Why isn’t something happening? Your estrogen levels should be right there if you’re right about your cycle,” I complained. You would think a four hundred dollar ovulation monitor would tell us something.

“Kendra, I think it’s a sign. I don’t think we should do this. Think about the people we’ll hurt if anyone finds out,” Olivia complained…again. Just like she did every morning. I was over hearing it.

“Olivia, you agreed. You can’t go back on your word, besides, it’s going to make more people happy than not. What are you afraid of? Do you think Jackson will find out?”

“What if he comes home while I am six months pregnant?”

“Is that a possibility? Did he come home on his last deployment?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean he won’t. It’s the army. Things change. They could send them all home tomorrow.

“Olivia, let’s not worry about things that we have no control over, or things that
might
happen. We’ll cross that bridge
IF
it gets here. You could always tell him you were being a surrogate for me, you wanted to surprise him with the house and—” I stopped mid-sentence. Looking over Olivia’s shoulder, my heart picked up with the pumping adrenaline flowing rapidly through my veins. Oh my god! Things were about to get real.

The Luteinizing Hormone was what we had been waiting for. The surge occurs approximately twenty-four to thirty-six hours prior to ovulation. That meant we had two days to pull this off. I could only hope we picked the right day. I was going to have a hard enough time convincing Sam of a threesome with Olivia on one day. Two would be out of the question. I planted the seed once and he agreed that a threesome was every guy’s dream. I teased him about it a lot since I decided to go through with my ridiculous plot. He teased back, but I hadn’t dropped any names yet. I would now.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Olivia whined.

“Do what? The threesome or carry my baby?” I coldly questioned, taking the monitor from her hand to get one more look.

“I could carry your baby. I would do that for you. I don’t want to have sex with Sam.”

“That’s all it is, Olivia. You don’t have to make it out to be more, besides, you have to be getting frustrated without Jackson. Sam is very good in bed. He’ll make it worth your while,” I promised.

“This isn’t normal, Kendra. People don’t do this. Let’s do it a different way. What if Sam finds out? He could probably have us arrested or something.”

“Sam is not going to have us arrested,” I repeated in an annoyed tone. “He’s a teacher. He’s not going to tag his name with a threesome case. I think we should set it up for tomorrow night. That is probably our best shot, don’t you think?” I asked Olivia’s opinion, but I really didn’t want it, nor did I wait for a response. “Why don’t you make us something barbeque tomorrow night. Sam loves barbeque, maybe chicken on the grill. Make sure we have plenty of beer, I want him loose,” I explained, not listening to her doubts and reservations about any of it. I had it in my mind, and she nor was anyone else was going to change that. My mind was made up, set in stone. I was having Sam’s baby.

“Is it worth losing Sam? I mean, I think he really likes you. Don’t you want to be with him? You two are so good together. I love hearing your banter back and forth. You never had that with Garrison. I don’t want you to be alone. You deserve better than that, Kendra,” Olivia blabbered some sort of stupid chatter that I couldn’t hear.

I did want Sam. I would miss him like crazy, but I wanted a baby more. Was it erratically insane and impulsive, yeah, it was, but I didn’t care. I wanted a baby, and not a well-bred baby. I wanted a little girl just like Savannah, one that was allowed to make mistakes and climb around like a monkey. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I was going to have and nobody was going to stop me. Nobody.

Garrison was on a roll. His two dozen white roses just had to arrive when Sam got there to pick me up. We were going to lie on a blanket in a field. I was super excited about it. I had never been to a drive-in movie, but this was pretty close. Sam promised to take me to a drive-in if I ever visited him in North Carolina. I wouldn’t be doing that. After a few short weeks, I wouldn’t be seeing Sam again.

“Roses?” Sam questioned when Olivia took the bouquet away. “He must have really screwed up. Is that why he didn’t come here last weekend?”

“No, he’s busy. Let’s go,” I said. I didn’t want anything to ruin the conversation I was going to have with him later. We didn’t need any guilt trips going on, not tonight, not this close to getting what I wanted from him.

“Grab your jacket, it’s supposed to cool down,” Sam said, stopping me with a kiss.

Sam was quite the planner. After we ate smoked sausage sandwiches and shared a basket of fries, we walked to our spot. Our quilt was already spread in the back corner of the field. Hmm, privacy. He had beer covered in ice, barbeque flavor corn chips, and beef jerky for snacks. I laughed at his choice of food but loved the thought of lying close to him while we watched a movie around hundreds of people. I liked the thought of maybe having an O around all those people even more.

We sat Indian-style on the blanket, drinking beer and goofing off, kissing and flirting while we waited for the movie. I moved between Sam’s legs and he wrapped me in his arms with a kiss to my ear. I really couldn’t even tell you what movie it was. Neither of us watched it. The only thing I remember is it had Nicholas Cage in it, and he was in Vegas, that’s it. We talked the entire time—not what I was expecting. Savannah threw a baseball through his front window.

Sam joked about her being a little tomboy. I loved hearing stories about Savannah. Savannah made me smile. Leaned into Sam’s chest, I listened to his story while daydreaming about my own little Savannah. What would I name her? A few names danced around my head, but nothing that really stuck. It had to be right, special like Savannah. I didn’t want anything like Penelope or Porsha, I wanted extraordinary. Savannah was special.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone, Kendra?” Sam asked, slipping that curveball right in there.

I didn’t speak for a moment. I focused my attention on his hands rubbing up and down my arms. The heat from his palms was welcoming. Sam was right, once the sun went down, the air chilled rather quickly.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” he recanted.

“I tried,” I admitted, closing my eyes.

“What happened?”

“Well, I was five. The first person I tried to tell was my mother. She told Adriana about my ridiculous accusations. She thought maybe she should mention it to my doctor the next time I had therapy, and I was punished severely for it.”

“You were in therapy at five? Why?”

“No, I’ve never been to therapy a day in my life. My stepmom told everyone I was. I sat in the car and waited for her to shop, have her hair and nails done, or eat while we were at my so-called appointments.”

“What the hell was wrong with your mother? Why would a five-year-old little girl make something like that up?”

“For attention. My dad married another woman. I was acting out, and the Lifetime movie I watched with Adriana about false allegations of a girl’s stepfather was where I got the idea. My therapist talked to me about it, and Adriana had me examined by a physician. Both doctors agreed with Adriana’s diagnosis of my acting out.”

“You were never checked out, and nobody followed up, right?”

“Nope, nobody cared. My parents were too busy trying to up one another.”

“I thought they were divorced.”

“They were, but that didn’t stop them from competing against one another. Money was more important. It was Adriana’s job to take care of me.”

“What did she do to you? After you told your mom?” Sam asked, holding me tighter. I knew I should stop. This was totally ruining my ploy of getting Sam to agree to a threesome.

“You don’t want to hear that,” I assured Sam. Nobody knew that side of me. Nobody.

“I do, Kendra. Tell me. What did she do?”

My hand flattened on Sam’s and I nervously moved it up and down, causing a light clapping sound from the contact. “She mostly just scared the fuck out of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was five. Five-year-olds believe everything. She picked me up from my mother’s and after a long conversation in her office with the door shut, she took my hand in the most loving way she could have. Even at five, I wasn’t fooled, not for one minute.”

“You and your imagination, child,”
she teased, kneeling in front of me. She tucked my button-up white shirt into my skirt and led me out. Once we were on the sidewalk, she picked me up and carried me to the car.

“Do you remember what I told you if you ever told anyone about how good I made you feel?”
she asked in the still sweet voice. I presume that was for show, too. My mom was standing at the door.

Buckling me in the back seat, I looked up at her with wide eyes. I couldn’t repeat what she said she would do.

“I’ll help you out, Sewer Rat. I said I would kill you. Do you remember now?”
I felt spit on my face from her speaking so close to my face. The ride home was deathly quiet and I was scared for my life. Wild things run through a five-year-olds mind when they know they’re about to die.

“What did she do?” Sam asked again when I got quiet.

“She pulled off on a back road and did some things.”

“What things?”

“I can’t, Sam.”

“Okay, and then what?” Sam asked, letting me off the hook. I would never be able to tell anyone those things, ever. Me telling him about my horrid humiliating past would do nothing.

“She put me in the trunk. That’s when I thought I was going to die. I rode home in the trunk of the car, and then stayed there in the garage for hours before she finally came for me.”

“My god, Kendra. Why didn’t you tell me? I feel horrible. I said things to you, I compared your childhood to my hamburger helper one.”

Although it wasn’t the time to be funny, I smiled a little at Sam’s hamburger helper comment. “It’s fine Sam.”

“It’s not fine. Somebody needs to pay. You said the first time you told someone. Did you tell someone else?”

“Yes. When I was seven. I told someone who I thought I could trust, someone who I trusted.”

“Who?” Sam coaxed.

“Ms. Lilly.”

“Who is Ms. Lilly?”

“She was the school nurse.”

“Did she believe you?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Did she help you?”

I took a deep breath and held it in. Sam had to ask the questions to keep me talking. “Did she help you, Kendra?” he asked again.

“No.”

“What did she do?”

“She hurt me, too.”

I felt Sam’s body tense and then he turned me to him. Holding my face in his hands, I tried to look away. “What do you mean she hurt you, too?”

Moving his hands away from my face, I turned away from him, back to his chest with my back. I couldn’t look at him and say the things he wanted to hear. Shrugging my shoulders, I tried my best to brush it off like it was no big deal. “I guess she used my weakness to fulfill her own twisted fantasies.”

“Please tell me that didn’t happen.”

“Yup, she locked the door. That’s how she helped.”

“Was it only that one time?”

“Do you think Olivia is pretty?” I asked. I didn’t want to talk about that anymore. That wasn’t on my agenda for my evening with Sam.