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  “Is that such a surprise?”

  “It’s not usual.”

  “Well, I’m asking. Pussy or ass?”

  “That’s a hard one.” Maria leaned forward to encircle his shaft. “No, this is the hard one.” She batted an eye at Adam. “I’d like you in both at once, but since that’s not possible, I think my pussy.”

  “Since that’s not possible,” Adam placed the thick head of his penis at her entrance, “this will have to do.”

  She lifted her thighs and clutched them to her torso. Her private space expanded to accommodate him until he was fully seated. She clung to his ass with her heels and held on as if he were the holy grail.

  “Damn, you’re hotter than hot,” he grunted, sinking deeper.

  “And you’re still expanding. I can feel you getting bigger and bigger,” she murmured. “How is that possible?”

  “I must like the heat.”

  “Adam?”

  “Um.”

  “Maybe you better fuck me before I do you permanent damage. I wouldn’t want to scald you.”

  “You are the playful minx tonight. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” He moved easily in and out of her.

  She opened even more, welcoming his deeper penetration.

  He stopped. Her eyes widened. “That was just a test drive,” he said. “Put your arms around my neck.”

  He stood, lifting her, cradling her butt in his hands. He braced his legs and began easing her back and forth along his cock. Her nails dug into his back. She clung onto him, hoping he’d never stop. Gradually, he picked up speed. She was coming apart. Could he hold onto all the pieces?

  “Oh wow, Adam! This is so good. So smooth. I’m suspended in air. Your cock is my focal point.”

  “Don’t ever forget that.” Adam’s voice was strained. Was that the result of physical exertion or emotion?

  “Never ever stop.” She contracted her inner muscles tightly around him.

  He grimaced. “We’re going to be done sooner than you want if you do that.”

  “It’s okay. I’m ready. Fill me with your seed, Adam.” She bit down hard on his shoulder and clamped him in her vise. He churned into her, bouncing her around like a rag doll. She squeezed harder. Together they milked him of his substance. She had no trouble imaging his seed splashing against the walls of her vagina. Gradually, they ceased pounding each other. He held her comfortably in his arms. She couldn’t hold back the tears. What a waste—all that sperm and nowhere to go.

  Her eyes sprang wide. She could simply stop taking the pill. She hugged Adam tighter. She wasn’t going to trap any man that way.

  Too soon he lifted her off his cock and set her back down on the couch. Breathing raggedly, he plopped down beside her and draped an arm around her shoulders. Her skirt tumbled, hiding her well-loved pussy. Her breasts stood tall and free as reminders of the ecstasy they’d just shared.

  How much more of himself would Adam share? This was her moment. She imagined Sarah lying in bed upstairs wondering and waiting to find out what Adam would do.

  “Adam,” she whispered, once his breathing had returned to normal.

  “Yes.”

  “How do you feel it’s going with the three of us—you, Sarah and me?” Her heart skipped several beats.

  “Fine. Couldn’t be much better, I imagine. We all seem quite compatible in bed and,” he chuckled, “at least tolerable out of bed.” He turned to face her. “Why, is there something wrong? Is Sarah unhappy? Or you?”

  “No. Nothing’s wrong. Not really.”

  “You don’t sound convinced. What’s up, babe? We’ve been together too long not to talk to one another.”

  Her throat went dry. “Unless the talk has to do with feelings.”

  Adam scowled. “That was below the belt.” He crossed his arms. “So I’m the problem, then?”

  Maria shrugged her shoulders. “I love you, Adam.”

  His eyebrows shot up.

  “I know that’s not a word you want to hear.”

  “You know I don’t believe in it,” he huffed. “Love is bullshit.”

  “And I love Sarah,” Maria continued, ignoring his comment. “And she loves both of us.”

  “She said that!” The look of incredulity on his face crushed her. Didn’t he have a clue about Sarah’s feelings for him—or hers?

  “She loves what we can become.”

  “And what’s that?” he grunted.

  “A family.”

  “What the hell!” Adam leapt to his feet and glowered at her. “Now what cockeyed fantasies are you foisting on her—and on me?”

  “I want us to have a baby.” She shrank from his darkening glare. “You know I do, Adam. It’s just that you won’t talk about it”

  “I’m no father. Don’t want to be. Couldn’t be if I wanted to.” His eyes grew large. “Sarah buys into this?”

  Maria nodded, afraid to say anything that might cause him to erupt.

  “Figures. She couldn’t have kids. But I thought Alicia would fill that need,” he muttered.

  Was he even talking to her anymore? He’d already fled emotionally into his own little safe world.

  “Not me, Maria.” His sneer made her stomach churn. “You knew that before even bringing it up. Was that why you were so hot for me tonight? And Sarah—I bet she’s upstairs bringing herself off with a vibrator. Worn out! Bullshit! I doubt that woman could ever get enough sex.”

  Adam turned reddish purple. She’d never seen him this livid—ever. She clenched her teeth, steeling herself before speaking. “We want to be a family. We love you, Adam. Why can’t you accept that?”

  “Because you want me to say the same thing, and I can’t.” He shrugged and held himself rigid. “So that’s that. Now what are you going to do?”

  She hesitated to play her trump card, but what was there to lose? “We did speak of a surrogate.”

  “A surrogate?” His eyes narrowed. “You mean some other guy is going to fuck you to get you pregnant?”

  The rage and disbelief in his voice brought tears to her eyes.

  “And the resulting kid? You’re expecting to raise the bastard in my house?”

  “Bastard?” Maria leapt to her feet, her blood beyond the boiling point. She hadn’t been this enraged in years and damn it, in the moment it felt good. “No child of mine will be a bastard. If you don’t want us, so be it—that’s your choice. We will start our family somewhere else. But Adam,” she raised her fist in the air, “with or without you, Sarah and I will make a family. We would like you to be the father—not only the biological father, but the nurturing, loving father.”

  Adam stretched to his full height. “If that’s what you’re looking for, then you’d better start searching elsewhere. But there isn’t going to be any fucking surrogate or offspring of a surrogate in my house.”

  Spinning on his foot, he stalked from the room.

  Maria called out his name as his steps echoed down the hallway and the door to his office slammed shut.

  - o -

  Sarah blanched at the sight of her disheveled lover entering the bedroom. Maria didn’t bother buttoning her shirt or taking off her skirt. She pulled down the sheet and clambered into Sarah’s outstretched arms.

  “I take it Adam wasn’t too smitten with the idea of becoming a father,” Sarah comforted, rubbing Maria’s back.

  Maria shook her tearstained face. “He won’t even talk about it,” she sobbed. “And he really blew up when I mentioned the possibility of a surrogate.”

  “That may be positive,” she murmured. “I’m sure he despises the image that conjures up. So that means he still cares.”

  “But he said he wants me to search elsewhere for a father. He’s willing for us to move out, if that’s what we want.”

  “We’ll see.” She tried to soothe her lover with words. “Don’t give up on Adam yet. He is pig-headed. His brain is as thick as a rock, but he does have a decent heart. Let’s not do anything too quickly. Give him time
to cool down and maybe we can play this out a little more.”

  Maria sobbed and nodded her head.

  “Is there anything else I can do for you, Maria?”

  “Just hold me.”

  “I will. You can count on that. I won’t leave you.” She kissed the top of Maria’s brow. What would Adam do? It sounded like all the chips were on the table. Maybe she should go and talk with him. But she wasn’t about to rush downstairs. She’d take her own advice and let him cool off. She hoped that was possible.

  - o -

  “A baby,” Adam shouted to his office walls. What in the world had gotten into his women? He paced back and forth in front of his desk.

  A baby. Him, a father! Even looking at him through rose colored lenses wouldn’t lead anyone to believe he’d be a good father. Hell, he’d never had one himself. Maria and Sarah had gone beyond reason this time.

  A surrogate! Son of a bitch! If he was going to be saddled with living with some damn kid, it sure wasn’t going to be some other guy’s kid.

  Shit! Why did they have to go and wreck a good thing?

  The three of them had shared some fantastic sex. He’d even begun to wonder if maybe he should sleep with the women. That might make things easier. They’d be there in the morning for him as well as at night. He was missing some fine loving by not waking with them. But now! What the hell!

  They’d screwed things up royally, and he couldn’t see a way out. The only thing he could do was show them the door.

  Damn, he hated even thinking about having to replace them. He grabbed his keys and headed out of the office toward the entryway. Sometimes he did his best thinking while driving. He slammed the door behind him and pushed the remote button to the car.

  He stopped short in his tracks. Why the hell was he leaving? It was supposed to be the women leaving. He shook his head and climbed into the car. How could he figure the women out if he couldn’t even figure himself out?

  Adam sped down Highway Five toward San Diego. Not that he was headed there. He was headed nowhere. If the ocean was calm or if it raged, he didn’t notice. It didn’t matter.

  His body raged on and surprisingly in rare moments it calmed, as if stopping to examine a newly found pearl.

  He’d actually begun to believe their lives were settling into a workable pattern. There’d been plenty of sex to go around. None of them had compunctions about the other two going off at any time of the day or night to make love.

  Love! Shit! When had sex become love? That thought was only a slip. Wasn’t it?

  He banged a fist against the steering wheel and slowed to the speed limit. What would life be like without them?

  The solution had seemed so simple when he’d stormed out of the house. Kick the damn women out on their cute asses. There were hordes of women more than willing to fill their places—some with even cuter asses.

  But could any other woman really take the place of Maria or Sarah?

  Adam took the next exit, drove back over the overpass and headed north toward Pacific Palisades. Ragged breaths escaped his lips. He tried not to imagine what the women were doing now. Were they already packing their bags? They had to work it out. He knew that. But how?

  He couldn’t be a damn father. He didn’t know the first thing about being a good father. But a surrogate! Over his very dead body!

  He fumed and then his rage subsided some. Were they serious about a surrogate? Surely they knew he wouldn’t stand for that.

  Trapped! They’d laid their trap well. He smiled grimly. But he wasn’t entirely netted. How many trout had that thought before succumbing to the skills of the fisherman?

  But what if? He’d prided himself on advising clients to play the what if game with their investments. Could they weather a sharp downturn in the market? What if the housing market bubble burst? So what if—big if—he agreed to the women’s scheme?

  Which one would he marry? He had to marry one of them. Wouldn’t it have to be Maria? No son of his would be a bastard.

  Jesus. When had the hypothetical child become a son? His heart clinched.

  Marriage. Fatherhood. He ground his teeth and shook his head. What was the alternative? Back to the meat market of a different woman every night? Life without Maria’s laughter or Sarah’s challenging smile?

  Sex without feeling something deeper? God, he hated those feelings. Damn, had he already become addicted to them?

  Running the back of his hand across his mouth, Adam knew he had a choice. Just like the women, he had a choice. Which one would make him the greater fool—booting the women out, or accepting their offer? They were certainly determined to go after the whole enchilada—commitment, marriage...a kid.

  Was there an honorable way out that kept them together without taking such drastic steps?

  Adam pulled into his Pacific Palisades driveway and took note of an unusually splendid sunrise. Many mornings, smog prevented seeing anything resembling the sun until noon.

  He got out of the car and walked toward his house. He was calmer than when he’d left. His options were clearer. But his choice remained elusive.

  Maybe the women had backed down by now. At least he could hope.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Haggard. Sarah had never seen Adam so haggard. He looked nearly as wrung out as Maria had. Sarah had been worried and wasn’t surprised in the morning to see his car still missing from the driveway. She and Maria had been up for a couple hours before they heard his car pull in. Maria escaped to the deck before Adam entered the house.

  Sarah grimaced. Now the lost was found. Adam’s eyes drooped. His unkempt hair looked like his fingers had been raking it wildly. He sagged against the kitchen door jamb, seemingly lost in his own home. He probably hadn’t slept at all since Maria’s confrontation.

  Sarah grabbed another cup and quickly filled it to the rim with coffee. “This may help a little,” she said, handing him the cup.

  He nodded, accepting her offering without speaking. She watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallowed deeply. “Heavenly.”

  “You need a shower and some rest, Adam. Looks like you’ve had a rough night.”

  “You could say that. It’s not every night a guy is served up an ultimatum by his women.”

  A jolt of hope shot through her. Had she heard correctly? So they were still his women. Maybe all was not yet lost. “An ultimatum might be a little strong—at least for the near future.”

  “But in the long run?” His glare hardened.

  She shrugged. She wouldn’t lie to him or string him along. “Maria wants a child. We want a child. We want to have your child.”

  His shoulders sagged. “So I heard.”

  She didn’t flinch from his glower.

  “You know I can’t be a father, Sarah. You saw me as a kid, as a teenager. I wouldn’t know the first thing about being a father.”

  “You have good instincts,” she countered, brushing the back of her hand against his unshaven cheek. “So your mother had to be both mother and father. Get over it. You weren’t the first kid not to have a father in his life, and you won’t be the last. Most of those kids have gone on to be more than adequate fathers. So what’s really holding you back?” A sudden awareness flooded her. “Are you afraid of failing as a father, Adam?”

  He turned his back to her.

  “Adam, I haven’t been a parent so I can’t speak from experience, but I’ve seen lots of families. It seems to me parents are always overcoming mistakes and celebrating their small and large successes.” Sarah moved up behind him and kneaded his tight shoulder muscles. Neither of them spoke a word as she worked on his knots.

  Some of the tension eased from his body. She didn’t press him to say more about his feelings. He’d need time to weigh her words.

  “Come on, Adam,” she said softly, turning him to face her. “Let’s get you in the shower and to bed.”

  He blinked, nodded and allowed her to lead him out of the kitchen.

  The hot spra
y stimulated new life in Adam’s muscles. He closed his eyes and let the steamy water pelt his back. Sarah stood in front of him soaping his chest and arms. The compassion in her eyes filled him in ways he couldn’t describe but he wouldn’t ignore—not any longer.

  She seemed determined to cleanse him of the aches and pains—not just from the prior evening, but from a lifetime. The tears welling in her eyes threatened to turn him to mush. Her fingers teased his nipples. She lowered the soap bar between his legs.

  He watched her drop to her knees and lovingly fondle his penis. She washed it thoroughly as it hardened. She kissed its crown and washed the sack containing the seeds that had all of a sudden become so precious.

  Sarah lathered his legs and scrubbed his knees. “Turn around,” she said.

  The spray pounded against his chest. She directed her attention to the back of his legs and thighs. She lathered his buttocks and parted them. With due diligence, she soaped the crease of his butt and anus. She worked a soapy thumb into his ass just far enough to let him know she hadn’t forgotten his pleasure.

  She rose to her feet and scrubbed his back and shoulders. She soaped his hair with strong fingers and rinsed it. Apparently satisfied with her efforts, she turned him around and smiled. She reached around him and shut off the water. “Come with me,” she whispered.

  Making no effort to tend to her own wet hair, Sarah led him into their bedroom and began drying him with a large towel. His skin heated from her proximity as much as from the drying.

  After she finished with his backside, she turned him around. “You are such a male specimen,” she said, hoarsely. “I will never tire of looking at you.” She ran the towel over his chest and dropped to her knees. “I could touch you for a hundred years, Adam. And that wouldn’t be nearly enough.”

  She dried his cock with the towel and wet it again with her mouth. It leapt to the back of her throat. She held it there while she dried his balls and thighs. She swiped the towel at his legs, but didn’t let go of his penis.

  She tossed the towel aside and backed off his cock, increasing her suction as she went. He saw her cheeks hollowing. He inched his legs wider apart and she caressed his balls.