Fan Girl (23 page)

“Have you been tested?” I ask him breathlessly.

“Yeah. In my back pocket. Does that mean no condom? I’ve never had sex without one,” he says as his shaking fingers fumble with the last buttons on my shirt.

“I’m good if you’re good.”

We finish at the same time and separate to snatch our arms out of sleeves, immediately coming back together. My hands are everywhere while he just stares down at my chest. I feel all of those glorious muscles, sliding over tattoos and tanned skin.

I rake my nails down his back, and he lets out a whoosh of breath. He leans down to give me a hot kiss, then leaves my mouth and works his way down my neck, finding that spot behind my ear that he’d located on New Year’s Eve. I gasp and tilt my head to give better access.

He doesn’t disappoint, licking and sucking that spot until my hips are lifting off of the bed. Deklan slides farther down the bed and covers both breasts with his big hands. He lifts one up for his mouth as he pinches the other nipple. I feel him suck and flick with his tongue ring, causing me to let loose a loud moan. He groans and shuts his eyes, moving to the other side. After giving it the same attention, he moves down my stomach, flicking my naval ring with his tongue. I gasp and squeeze his flexed biceps as he moves his way down my body.

After pushing my shorts off of my hips, he yanks them down with my underwear. My legs are slightly parted, feet on either side of him and he’s up on his knees. He takes a deep breath murmuring, “Oh my God,” and then throws my feet over his shoulder, and lays his stomach down on the bed. He moves his thumbs to part me as I fight to get enough air into my lungs. Then he makes out with me. Down there. As extraordinary as it was the first time. He open mouth kisses the most sensitive parts of me over and over, just like the last time, until I’m shattering at the seams. He uses flat tongued licks and not poking like I’ve heard about. I’m thinking this is way better than that. He pulls away almost reluctantly, then sticks his tongue in my mouth.

I’m sensing a pattern and it’s so,
so
hot. If I were to think about it I’m not into tasting myself, but on him, it just makes me hot again. I suck his tongue and lips and chin. He lets out a groan, then all of a sudden he’s in me. I don’t know when he took off his pants, or if he still has them on, but he slams all the way in and my breath leaves my body. I swear I can feel him in my lungs this time. I’m so full I can’t take a big enough breath.

Deklan rakes both hands in my hair and looks at me, not moving yet, but fully inside of me. “Christ, Ali,” he says just above a whisper in a halting voice. When he first starts moving, I groan loud and long. He’s touching every part of me from the inside. He’s so big, and the friction is touching parts of me I didn’t know there were. He starts picking up speed, watching my face the entire time. When he pulls out, he tilts his hips to a different angle and surges into me. My whole body flashes white hot as I scream. Holy shit.

“God, I love it when you scream,” he growls.

He does it again and again. This sex God has just found Atlantis in the form of my g-spot,
again
. Once known, once found. He did it both times. Two more thrusts and I’m having an orgasm the size of the universe. I shatter apart, my whole body locking tight as he keeps moving, drawing it out in wave after wave.
Or maybe that’s what multiples feel like?
I need to look up what that means, because it’s either that, or I had one that lasted over a minute. I don’t know, it’s never happened before. He slams into me one final time, burying his face in my neck. He groans loud as he rocks into me, staying deep inside.

It takes a long time for us to get our breath back. Finally he lifts his head and says, “Can I stay here forever?”

I laugh and it tightens my muscles around him.

He groans and his eyes roll back.

“You can stay until you feed me. Then you can come back.”

He smiles. “Deal.”

He pulls out, and I see silver in his junk. “I think that’s my favorite part of you.”

He looks down. “Me too, that’s what makes you scream.”

I sigh happily. “I knew you were a freak.”

He laughs loud and rolls onto his back. He’s got a D ring with a ball in the middle at the top end of his dick this time. Genius. Freaking genius. Perfect position to find that notorious G.

I know I’m in love now. I think about locking him away in my closet. He’s so big, though.
No really, do I love him?
I don’t know, but it’s pretty damn close. Sex like that could seal the deal, that’s for certain.

I turn my head to look at him. “I’m thinking about locking you in my closet to keep forever and ever.  Do you have an aversion to chains?”

He throws his head back and laughs, then rolls to me and gathers me up in his arms. “Silk is more my style, but it’ll be me tying you up, not the other way around.” His eyes are bright green, almost florescent they’re so bright.

I’m left breathless and try to pass it off. “I have a tongue ring, too. There’s a lot you can benefit from that, don’t forget.”

He pulls me closer, I feel against my belly that he’s getting hard again already.
Stamina! CHECK!

He says, “Don’t go there unless you wanna go there.”

I hate to break the mood, but my stomach is getting to that point. “Hungry. Breakfast,” I say in short terms in hopes he will pick it up in his sex fogged mind.

“Breakfast. Check.” He rolls off of me, and I’m thinking I may finally speak man after all these years. 

I glance at the clock and there’s no time for a shower. Thank goodness I took one last night. I change into a black razorback tank top that says ‘Keep Calm and Get a Tattoo’ with a worn pair of blue jeans and black heels. Hair up in a high pony and minimal makeup will have to do.

I walk out to Deklan in khaki pants, unbuttoned but zipped, and nothing else, cooking at my stove.

He checks me out from head to toe, then grabs a cup and straw from the counter. “Breakfast milady. I made omelets and toast too, if you think you can eat.”

I take my cup and kiss his cheek as I pass to the bar on the other side of him and sit.

“So, what are you doing today?” I’m trying out this domesticated bliss thing.

“I have a meeting with my manager and assistant to go over the recording schedule. Then there’s a New York video conference to finalize the line. I’ll have to make a trip out soon. Oh, Tommy wants us to come to a barbeque on Saturday. You’re off that day, right?”

I nod my head. “I’m off Saturday and Sunday. You’re talking about the clothing line, right?”

“Yeah, I still can’t believe they talked me into it. Last year it sold huge, though, so at least it’s successful.”

Deklan started his own line last year of reasonably priced men’s clothes. Everything is handpicked by him and then made available at low cost retailers. The thirty dollar pairs of jeans were going out of stock. “So we’ll plan on leaving here about ten thirty. Tommy lives up in the mountains. On a good day it’s an hour drive.”

“Sounds great. I can’t wait to meet the kids, after hearing so much about them.”

“They’re a riot.” He smiles and starts eating.

I look up then back down, playing with my food. Finally, I take a deep breath and ask, “Do you want to come over tonight for dinner?”
Why is that so hard?

He smiles huge and says, “Yeah, but I’ll cook. Tomorrow I have to do the Late Show if you want to set it up to record.”

I look up sharply.

He’s laughing silently. I throw a piece of egg at his head, and he laughs loud.

“Shut up!”

I stand up and begin loading the dishwasher when he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You’re too easy. I love it. At least you’re a supportive girlfriend. You could be after my money, or hate what I do. I’ll take what I’ve got right here.” He kisses that spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and I melt back against him. “Mmm,” he murmurs.

“Work,” I whisper, “I need to go.”

He sighs against my neck. “Kay. If you think of what you want for dinner, text me. I’ll see you back here.”

I’m almost out of the kitchen before I stop and look down at my junk drawer for a long second. I glance at Deklan who is rinsing out the blender then back to the drawer. I open it and pull out an extra set of keys. “Dek.”

He looks up, and splashes himself with water, while catching the keys flying at him. He looks down at his hand and back at me, the biggest smile spreading across his face that I’ve ever seen.

Chapter 25

I get to work fifteen minutes early and all of the noon shift girls are already there. So are the paparazzi. I walk with my head down to the front door. As soon as it’s closed and locked with the blinds down, I take out the ultrasound picture and it’s promptly snatched and passed around in the midst of gasps and squeals.

“Oh my gosh, I just can’t believe it! We are going to have so much fun shopping for this little monkey!” Michelle drawls.

“Monkey? Oh no. Peanut, jelly bean, okay. I’m not having a monkey,” I correct.

“You say that, but when they literally start climbing the walls, it’s another thing.” Carmen speaks from experience.

I shake my head. Not going there.

Amy speaks up, “So, I saw Deklan posted a picture of you two together. Guess it’s getting serious if he’s taking things public. He’s never done that before.”

I nod. “He went to the doctor’s appointment with me, said he wanted to do this. So we’re trying to do it.”

Stacie gives me a huge hug, but I pull away and point my finger sternly to everyone. “No one say anything. Not a word. You can talk about the shop, but nothing personal.” I get solemn nods from everyone.

Turning back to Stacie, I say, “My due date is September twenty-fifth, so we need to put that in the books.”

She nods. “I think we should hire another artist to start in June or so, so that you have time to shop and get your place remodeled. You’ll be super busy, hiring a nanny, getting things set up. Not to mention public appearances with Deklan. You’ll probably only be able to work three days a week.”

Nanny. Remodel. Deklan. I hate the idea of not working every day, but I can see where I wouldn’t be able to get things done.

I sigh and give in. “I’ll call Reed, and see if he has anybody he can send our way.” I always call Reed in New York first to see if he has anyone available. He gets them while they’re still in art school and cultivates the talent. Half of my girls have come from him. I need to call him anyway to tell him the news.

~

After work, I go up to the office to call Reed. He answers, “What’s doing, Ali girl?” in his gravelly voice.

He sounds like a bear and it makes me smile. “Hey Reed, how’s the business?”

“Oh, you know. Whipping these kids into shape. I swear I’m too old for this shit anymore. I need a vacation,” he grumbles, just like I knew he would. The man is a constant complainer, but it’s all bark.

I fiddle with a pen nervously. “How about you take a trip the end of September?”

“Where’m I sposed to go, doll?” he asks incredulously.

“Here. I’m… I’m pregnant, Reed. You could come out for the birth if you want.” Reed was my family after my parents wrote me off when I graduated high school. I didn’t have anyone to spend Christmas or Thanksgiving with, so he always took me with him to his house to spend it with him and his wife Doris, who died a few years back. She was the Mrs. Claus to his mister. Since then, we’ve been spending holidays together, just the two of us, when I can talk him into it. He hasn’t been the same since she passed.

They were together forty-five years. Doris wasn’t able to have children, so there’s no one else to take care of him. We’ve been sticking to each other a long time. He’s my father/grandfather in every way that matters.

He’s silent until I hear a sniffle. My eyes immediately start to water.

He whispers roughly, “Oh my girl. My Ali girl. My heart is so full.”

I smile and wipe my eyes. “I’m glad, Reed. You should think of what you want to be called. I don’t think my kid should have Santa for a grandpa.”

He lets out a 'ho ho ho' perfect for Christmas. “I’m thinking Pop is a good name. I always wanted to be a Pop,” he says quietly.

I sniff. “I had an ultrasound yesterday. I’ll send you a picture on your phone. It actually looks like something.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see it. I’m so happy, girl. So happy.”

“Well, that brings me to my next order of business. I need to get a new girl in here by the summer. I think I’m going to go part-time. I don’t think I’ll have the time to get everything done. Do you have anyone good that would be willing to relocate?”

“Number one, anyone would relocate to work at your shop, Ali. Don’t doubt that for a second. And two, I think you’re smart to step back. Family comes first. I have a girl, Sashi, she’s perfect for your shop. She looks like an Anime, but the talent... oh, she’s great. I’ll send you her details and get her to email you some of her work.”

“Sounds perfect. Thank you so much for letting go of your best girls for me.”

“I want them to go to the best, and I trained you right. I’ll put it in the books for September. How long do you want me to stay?”

“How long do you want to stay?” I ask him.

“How about forever?” He gives a tight laugh and my heart lurches.

“Is everything okay, Reed. Are you sick?”

“Oh no, girl. Just tired is all. Been doing this a long time. I’ll be sixty-five this year. Retirement sounds like heaven, and with you having a baby all the way across the country, it sounds even better.”

I’m shocked. I just saw him three months ago at Christmas, and he seemed perfectly happy.
What happened?
I rush to tell him, “Anytime you want to get out here, you’re always welcome. I'd love to see you. If you want to sell the shop and come out here, I think you would love the beach! You could be surfing Santa. I’ll get you a Hawaiian shirt.”