The Will to Love (15 page)

“Maybe she is,” Will said as he opened the door wider and stepped inside the room but he stopped several feet from where they both stood. “However, it’s my decision to make who I want to spend the rest of my life with and I’ve made it. I would have given anything for Grant and I to walk off into the sunset together but it was never meant to be.”

Karl’s aquamarine eyes paled before his face sneered in utter disbelief. “So Laurel is nothing but some long lost
secondary
prize when I would give my
wife
to have her now? She’s a beautiful and extraordinary woman who has to put up with an ordinary, closeted fag like you? What’s the matter? Does society dictate your life? Are you not
man
enough to admit you want
another
man in your bed and in your life?”

“Not at all.” Will never looked away though he desperately wanted to. “I don’t want just any man and yes, if I left Laurel tonight, I’m sure I would meet someone else and fall in love but that’s not in the cards. I was lucky enough to experience love once but to get lucky twice…I won’t ever let her go. Nature be damned, I want her as my wife and in my bed. If that makes me a freak or someone who is ‘hiding’ their sexuality, so be it. But I truly do desire her as a human being. There is no
faking
my emotions when it comes to her—I can assure you that.”

Laurel stepped forward and walked past Karl before she reached Will and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to explain anything to him at all. Let’s go home.”

It took all of Will’s self-control to turn around and leave the room with the woman he loved beside him.

He was elated because as long as she was there with him and beside him, he knew he could withstand anything that was thrown his way.

At least for the time being.

Chapter Thirteen

Laurel

I’D NEVER BEEN so happy to be home in my entire life.

There was also the plus side that we only lived down the street from Kaz and Syd therefore we walked home because neither of us were in any state to drive.

I felt drunk and overly mellow after the alcohol, a joint and the various conversations I’d spent having with both Grant and Karl.

Although I should have been at least annoyed Will hadn’t trusted me enough to talk to Karl alone, I wasn’t. I’d never been so gracious for his presence in my life because I was in no fit state to make decisions about what to do with loud mouthed Grant or my loose-lipped sister.

If she’d known this whole time, why hadn’t she said anything to me? I resented her, now more than ever, because she’d begun to treat me the same way our parents did and that was unfair in my book.

Sasha was no saint.

Sure, she hadn’t done some of the unsavory shit I’d subjected myself to but a beautiful woman with no college degree who’d grown up in the lap of luxury had few options if she wanted to continue to live in a certain lifestyle she’d become accustomed to. Even a hostess job at one of the most high end restaurant wouldn’t keep me in designer clothes, handbags and shoes.

Okay, so I admit it: I was a selfish and overly materialistic cunt who deserved to have her past thrown back in her face. I wasn’t too ashamed about what I did not to take the money when offered so what made me any different than some of the other society bitches my age who would do anything for quick cash?

I guess it was a blessing I’d never posed for
Playboy
,
Penthouse
or
Hustler
but then again, showing all my worldly goods to the public wasn’t exactly my style. There was a huge difference between knowing a DVD I made with either Severin or Karl only went to one sick twist out there who hid his sexual predilections from his family rather than seeing my face on every newsstand corner.

I’d never did anything stupid like a sex tape with an ex-boyfriend and there was nothing about me circling all over the internet so why was I so nervous about Grant’s threat? Karl had told me himself: he couldn’t prove anything and as long as he didn’t have proof then it was really my word against his.

I slipped my coat off and hung it up in the hallway closet before I turned around and found myself face to face with Will. He didn’t looked pissed off or angry, merely perplexed.

“So, what was that all about? I mean, the threats from Grant? Is there something I should know so I can check my former best friend?”

My hands flattened against his lean chest. “No, not really. It’s just about what he heard from Sasha but I’m a bit peeved my sister didn’t come and talk to me about it first. I didn’t realize she was such a chatterbox during their pillow-top, after-sex sessions. It’s a bit disconcerting to be honest. She can talk so openly about my life to her fiancé but she’s said fuck all to me about it. The thought kind of it all gets my blood running cold.”

“Talk to Sasha and find out the real story. I wouldn’t put it past Grant to do a little exaggeration. She might not have told him anything. For all we know, he could’ve snooped through her shit and found out that way.”

I shook my head sadly. “To be honest, I don’t know what the hell to believe anymore. I mean, why didn’t she confront me first? Regardless how Grant found out, he knows and that feels like such an invasion of privacy. She’s employed as the Press Manager. And the information she possesses about us should stay confidential.”

“Like I said, talk to her about it but not now, not when you’re drunk and stoned.”

“Fuck that.” I pulled out my Ulysse Nardin and voice dialed my sister. I slipped off my outrageously expensive high heels and threw them in the corner before I began to walk away from Will.

Of course the coward bitch didn’t answer her phone even though she supposedly was on-call twenty-four/seven.

I opted to leave her a message. “When you get this, I expect a call first thing in the morning. I don’t care whether he’s your fiancé or not—since when do you get off tellin’ him all our dirty little secrets? I don’t appreciate being threatened by Grant at a party and you better have a damn good reason why he knows anything about my life.”

I ended the call and began to pace in the large sitting room.

Will had caught up with me and he grabbed me from behind and wrapped his arms around my body. My own arms were pinned against my body.

“Calm down. Nothing is going to get out and you need to chill the fuck out. Karl has given you his word and for all we know, Grant was doing a pretty good job at getting you all hot and bothered.”

I breathed loudly but allowed my head to tilt back against his chest. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, a heady mixture of amber, mandarin, lavender and grapefruit along with others I couldn’t identify at that moment.

He grabbed my breasts and caressed them as he kissed my neck and I sagged against him. I needed to be fucked good and proper; if anyone was due to be thrown on their back and have a cock inside them, it was me.

I turned around and kissed his lips with deep and encompassing passion. His tongue tasted like Bushmills and the finest chronic. As his hands snaked around my neck and slowly began to control my breathing, I pressed my body against his. My nipples were hard as granite and my pussy was soaked. I really needed him to do something with those gorgeous hands of his other than wrap them around my neck.

We separated reluctantly as I licked his lips seductively. “Do whatever you want, baby but just…stop all the pain and the aggression inside me.”

“I will,” he breathed against my cheek as he sat me on the arm of the sofa.

I braced the soft leather as he spread my legs and he knelt between my splayed my thighs. I had on black La Perla thong that he slid off and tossed on the floor before his thumbs opened me up and his hungry mouth began to devour my clit before he licked it over and over again. I clutched the sofa harder and ground my hips against his face as he wrapped his arms around my thighs.

My whole being felt like one hot orgasm waiting to happen as pleasured me completely with his mouth. His tongue darted into my dripping hole and fucked me leisurely before he changed strategies and allowed his tongue to go further down until he caressed my perineum and eventually my asshole.

I felt everything, and it was intensified by all the booze and chronic I’d had that night. It didn’t take much more than a long satisfying tug on my clit with his mouth before his tongue caressed me again just where I wanted him too and my whole body convulsed under his expert touch.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over onto my stomach.

He spread my legs, grabbed a lubricated lambskin condom out of his pocket and I heard him tear it open with his teeth. His pants’ snapped open and a zipper came down before he leaned his body over mine.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I nodded before I looked over my shoulder. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have allowed you to do it to me since that moment we did it six months ago. I don’t have a problem with it and I am one of those weirdoes who likes double penetration and anal sex. It’s a turn on…just make sure you have enough gas to fuck me in my other hole afterwards.”

Will laughed out loud. “You have such a dirty fuckin’ mouth but I love it. Don’t worry, I’ll fuck your ass, your pussy and your mouth before the end of the night.”

I gave a low throaty moan as he grabbed my hair and pressed inside my back passage. I leaned over on the sofa but with his hair in my hands, there was only so far I could go.

The issue I’d learned about Will is he didn’t have a mid-point—it was all or nothing with him and once he found out we were kinky soul mates, he knew I was perfect. I could do everything a gay man could do only I had an extra hole and though I didn’t know if this made me less appealing overall to him, we worked and I could accommodate him with all the freaky sex he liked so he was a happy man indeed.

A woman didn’t date a man like Karl for more than a year and stay vanilla.

I knew tricks I could teach Will, and bodily fluids didn’t bother me either. I’d seen pretty much everything there was to see and the only reason why I felt a sense of gratitude toward Karl is because he’d given me my kinky side back.

It certainly had enhanced our sexual relationship with him knowing nothing was out of bounds. I would fuck him with a strap on when he wanted me to and he’d fuck me afterwards in the ass and I could actually come from the sensation alone.

His thrusts were not easy going or gentle because I was no vestal virgin there and he could be as rough as he wanted to and I could take it. His fingers found my G-spot as he continued to fuck my ass hard and rough, making me earn ever thrust. At one point, I whimpered because the pressure of his cock in my ass and his fingers caressing my magic spot became too much.

As he sped up his movements, I felt the orgasm come from the tip of my toes and travel up my body like a heat rash. My whole body began to heat up and I came so hard, I soaked his hand with my juices, retracted my anal muscles and he came inside me as gripped my waist and held me close to him as he leaned over on me.

His fingers withdrew from me at the same time as he removed his cock from my ass and he turned me around. I watched his mouth as he sucked my juices off his fingers and grabbed me, his tongue assaulting my mouth with such a soul-searing kiss, I felt my whole body come alive again.

It probably didn’t help his fingers teased my nipples and pulled at them until the fire underneath my skin threatened to pull me into a blazing inferno of heat and lust.

I was no longer a human being but a body with nerve endings sparked and ready to be set off yet again.

Will picked me up like I weighed nothing and walked me all the way up to the bedroom with just his shirt and nothing else. I suppose he’d left his pants and shoes right where he last had me on and against the sofa.

As he laid me down the bed, I sat up and quickly rid my body of the dress I’d worn to the party while he quickly disposed the condom into the trash and ripped his shirt from his body, buttons flying and littering the Persian carpet that protected our feet from the cold Venetian tile floors.

He got on the bed and crawled toward me with a raw and primal prowess that set my whole body on fire yet again. I was sore but the thought of him taking him where I wanted him to be all night quickly made me forget the not so miraculous joys of sex, even when it was earth shatteringly good. I continued to sit up and as he rose on his knees in front of me, I took the smooth, hard maleness of him in my hand and began to glide up and down in a gentle motion while my other hand held on to his waist.