Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Tingles of pleasure skittered along my spine in warning. I wasn’t going to last.
I rolled us to our sides, changing the angle as I stroked him to the rhythm we’d set. “Come for me now, baby. Come.”
A moment later, Aaron’s hole tightened and pulsed around my cock. “Oh, fuck…oh…Matty.”
He tensed for a beat as cum spurted over my fist and his stomach, then went lax in my arms. I swiped my fingers through the mess on his abs and used it as additional lube. I lifted his leg higher, admiring our joined bodies—my hard cock in his sweet hole.
Yeah, that was it for me. I slung my arm across Aaron’s chest and pistoned my hips, fucking him till I couldn’t hold on.
My vision blurred at the edges as I fell apart, gasping for air and pumping cum deep inside him.
I blinked, my chest heaving. “Holy shit. That was…wow.”
Aaron smacked his lips and nodded. “I wonder if anyone will notice me walking funny tomorrow.”
I snorted, gently pulling out and flopping onto my back like a starfish. “I wonder if there’s a chance you might ignore the wet spot if I promise to change the sheets by myself in the morning.”
“Do you even know me?” he countered. “This is no ordinary wet spot, and these are no ordinary sheets.”
“You mean they’re expensive sheets.”
“Let’s just say they’re an extremely high thread count and leave it at that.”
I wrinkled my brow. “And that’s a good thing?”
“A luxuriously lovely thing,” Aaron confirmed with a dreamy sigh.
“Hmph. Give me a minute. I can’t move yet.”
He nodded, snuggling close and resting his head on my shoulder.
Quiet gathered and settled over the room like a warm duvet on a cool winter’s night. I could have fallen asleep just like this with my husband draped on top of me and our dog snoring nearby. A bone-deep contentment pulled me under. I had everything I needed right here—a cozy house, a beautiful man, and the sense of peace that comes with good health, steady employment, money in the bank, and the means to travel.
I didn’t need anything more. I opened my mouth, the words on the tip of my tongue, but Aaron spoke first…as if he’d read my mind.
“I want you to know that I’m happy…just as we are, Matty. Whatever happens from here is a bonus. And if nothing happens, that’s okay too. You’re my sun and my moon. The rest is glitter.”
“Glitter?” I grinned against his hair and hugged him.
“Mixed in with the odd bits of common dust. To be clear, I’m talking about us.” He gestured toward the window. “Not the rest of the world. That’s all kinds of fucked up. But me and you…we’re good. No matter what, we’ll always be good.”
I held his chin between my thumb and forefinger and gazed into his pretty eyes. “That’s right. Me and you, baby. We’re okay.”
Snore snore
We snickered.
“And Murphy too.”
four
Within five minutes of meeting Lena Rodrigo, I understood why the agency thought she’d be a perfect match for us. She was a twenty-eight-year-old bubbly brunet with soulful brown eyes and a quick smile. She was also a yoga instructor and a self-proclaimed free spirit with a master’s in kinesiology who aspired to open her own studio.
“For the sake of transparency, I’ll be honest…the money would help finance my goal, but that’s not the only reason I’m interested in being a surrogate.” Lena cast a mindful glance between Aaron and me as she straightened a crease in her long, flowy skirt. “I want to give birth. I want to feel the essence and power of life within me. And okay…I know that sounds like hippie talk, but it’s true.”
“And that’s not something you want to experience with a partner first?” I asked gently.
Emphasis on gently. Okay…c’mon, I couldn’t imagine any other setting where it might be vaguely appropriate to discuss sex and pregnancy with a complete stranger.
“I don’t have a partner,” she replied. “I don’t really like…sex.”
See what I mean?
I had no idea how to touch that, and I wasn’t going to try.
Aaron didn’t have a problem diving in, though. “At the risk of being gauche or unintentionally insensitive, is that trauma-related, a preference, or something else?”
“I’m asexual,” Lena explained. “I’m not sexually attracted to men or women or…anyone. I need to know someone’s soul, and I hope one day to find that sort of connection. But I’m also happy with my own company. If I never meet that person, that’s okay. I believe we live many lives at once, and maybe there’s a version of me doing the heteronormative thing in another dimension. Who knows? Here and now, that isn’t my path. I don’t need to be a mother, but if I can use my body as a vessel to help a couple like yourselves, I want to do it.”