Leverage (Part II)(11)

“Not fair,” she gasped, shaking as his thumb lightly and very tenderly strummed her clit while his forefinger played with her G-spot. She was so close…and yet her blessed release skittered from her grasp. She groaned in frustration and he chuckled, the sound rich and knowing, and she gripped his cock, squeezing the head and popping a groan from his lips. “Two can play that game,” she murmured, closing her eyes as he withdrew his fingers, knowing what would come next. And she wasn’t wrong. Within seconds, his mouth had replaced his clever fingers and within seconds she was nearing her release. Her skin erupted in sweat as she strained against his mouth, greedy for more. “Yessss…” she begged, twisting her hands in the sheets, holding on for dear life as the biggest orgasm of her life threatened to knock out her lights.

But just as her thighs began to shake and her breath caught in her chest, readying for that awesomely beautiful and rending of her soul that came from every muscle clenching at once in perfect concert, her eyes popped open and her promised orgasm disappeared like wisps of dandelion seeds floating on the wind. “Noooo,” Julianna cried softly, still partly asleep but totally aware that she’d been denied something great. “That sucked,” she said, rolling to her stomach and burying her head in the pillow as every muscle protested the denial. She returned to her back and stared up at the ceiling, irritated and dissatisfied. Her core ached, wanting a big, thick cock to fill it, and she actually kicked her feet a little like a kid denied a treat. Well, that blows in a big way. Was this a pregnancy thing? If so, she was going to have to invest in a vibrator because she couldn’t go through nine months of thwarted orgasms — that combined with her hormones could get someone killed.

Julianna bit her lip and closed her eyes…maybe she could…well, it was worth a shot. She let her fingers stray to her damp folds and after using her own juices to slick the tender nub that demanded release, she slowly rubbed it until she found the right spot. Boston jumped to her mind and she let him remain. In her mind, it was his tongue, not her finger, pushing her to that brink, coaxing her to shatter into tiny, wet pieces and suddenly, she was there — falling apart and seeing stars as her womb clenched and pleasure radiated throughout her body, sending her into blissful oblivion for a few moments. Ahhhh, she’d needed that. Yeah, except she’d needed Boston in her head to get there. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and suddenly needed to vomit.

Yep. That seemed appropriate. Mind-blowing mental sex and then the need to puke.

Ugh. So far pregnancy sucked.

After a quick shower, she slipped into a sundress and went into the communal breakfast room where she found the resort host, Lilah Cales, fixing a plate of fresh fruit for her four-year-old twins, Lana and Jack, as they climbed into chairs and waited. They were adorable island kids with matching white-blond hair and giant blue eyes that mirrored the impossibly clear waters of the Caribbean. “How did you sleep?” Lilah asked as she put the plates in front of her children with a warm smile. Lilah had been the first person Julianna had met when she checked into the upscale resort and she’d liked her immediately.

“Pretty good,” Julianna lied. In truth, she’d tossed and turned, too accustomed to Boston’s solid body nestled beside her to get good REM but she wasn’t about to tell the owner of the resort that. Besides, she was going to have to get used to sleeping without Boston eventually anyway. You’re never going back to him? She shied away from answering that pointed question in her head because she didn’t have the answer. She was confused about everything and she couldn’t trust how she felt because her hormones were hijacking her brain. “You have a beautiful place. I’m glad I found it.”

“Thank you. It’s a family business. Me and my sister, Lora and her husband Heath, run the resort while my twin sister, Lindy, helps from afar.”

“A family of three sisters…wow…that sounds awesome,” she said, having often wished she’d had a sister, although her brother was pretty great as far as a sibling went.

“It can be but it can also be a pain in the butt,” Lilah admitted with a laugh. “Ever hear of the old saying, ‘Too many cooks in the kitchen spoil the soup’?” At Julianna’s nod, Lilah said, “Well, we’ve spoiled a number of soups before we got it right. Now things are good but it wasn’t always that way. Do you have any sisters?”

“No, just a brother.”

“Ah. My brother-in-law Heath was like a brother to me when we were growing up. And then he went and married my oldest sister and now he truly is my brother. So it all worked out.”