Part 5 (1/2)

The head of his c.o.c.k pushed between my wet folds again, and Max was sliding into me in one long stroke.

”I want you, Liv. And I'm going to have all of you, every way, eventually.”

”Yes, yes...”

I thought he would just do it. I was in position, and while I probably really wasn't ready physically, my mind was already in a place that would give up anything for Max. Anything to please him, to fulfill all of his needs as he did mine.

I felt his thumb press against me and then ever so slowly he worked it into my a.s.s.

My head dropped and my face was buried in the pillow. Like he'd done other times we were having s.e.x, Max pulled the pillow away and said, ”I want to hear you.”

I was breathing heavily and he was causing little whimpers to escape from my mouth, as he worked his thumb in farther.

The pressure was intense, a great feeling of being filled. His c.o.c.k stroked along my inner walls and having his thumb there maximized the sensation.

I was hopeless to hold off. I just couldn't stop myself. I felt the spasms in my abdomen. They came quickly and fiercely, and so did I.

And I felt the warm slickness of Max's s.e.m.e.n pumping into me.

”G.o.d, Liv...you drive me crazy in every way...”

NINE

My parents arrived the next afternoon with Grace and the baby, my newest niece. The older one stayed at home with my brother-in-law because she had come down with a cold at the last minute. Grace almost didn't come because of that, but felt okay about it when her mother-in-law came to stay at their house for a few days.

They drove from Ohio so they were all tired by the time they got to their hotel. It was only ten minutes from my apartment and I headed over there when Grace called to say Dad was getting them checked into the rooms.

We sat around for a while and the focus was mostly on the baby, of course. I couldn't believe how different she looked after having not seen her for just a few months.

Dad was sitting in a chair and nodding off, but snapped awake when the subject of food came up.

We decided to keep it simple and cheap, and just went to a chain restaurant.

”People drive like crazy around here,” Dad said.

Mom agreed and said it was probably the drugs.

”They have drugs in Ohio, you know,” I said.

Dad shot me a look like I was still a kid and should be quiet instead of pointing out a simple fact that didn't fall in line with my parents' predetermined opinion.

”We're only here for a few days,” Grace said. ”Can we not argue?” Ever the diplomat, but I knew she agreed with them. She'd followed their path in life and thought like they did, but we still had that sisterly bond that no one could break and if she had any plans to give me grief about leaving Ohio, she'd wait until we were alone.

After dinner we drove around LA for a little while. Grace wanted to see more of the city, and I think my mom did as well, though she reluctantly took Grace's side when my dad said it was dark and we wouldn't be able to see anything.

”Dad, this whole city is lights,” Grace said.

Dad came up with another reason not to ride around. ”Well, it's getting kind of late.”

”It's 7:40,” Mom said. ”With the time difference, it's not even five o'clock to us.”

Dad sighed. ”All right, but we're keeping the windows up and the doors locked.”

Grace and I looked at each other in the backseat and rolled our eyes.

Later, back at the hotel, we were all in my parents' room. Grace and the baby were staying in an adjacent room, and the two were linked by a door.

This is when Dad started his pitch in earnest, telling me I should really think about coming home, there was plenty to do there in the way of work, that's where my friends were, etc. And, just for added guilt, he said, ”What would you do if something happened to one of us?”

”What do you mean?”

Dad shrugged. ”An accident. One of us gets sick. Anything. You're so far away.”

”It doesn't take long by plane,” I said.

”That's not cheap.”

He was right, of course. It wasn't cheap to get a ticket for a flight from LA to Ohio on short notice. What he didn't know, and what I couldn't tell them, was that I wouldn't have to buy a ticket. Max would fly me home in a heartbeat.

He dropped the issue, probably just thinking of his next line of attack. Mom had stayed silent while Dad and I discussed the distance issue, but when she picked up when he stopped.

”You haven't been back to Las Vegas, I hope?”

”I go there every weekend.”

Mom looked at me in shock. Dad cut his eyes at me.

”I'm kidding,” I said.

Grace handed me the baby, who looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, thinking how nice it was to have at least one relative who wasn't judging me.

”They're just worried about you,” Grace said a little later.

”I know, but it gets old.”

”I'm worried about you, too, you know. Especially after that whole thing with Chris.”

”He's gone,” I said. ”And I doubt he'll be back.”

We were in the adjacent hotel room. Mom and Dad had gone to bed, the baby was asleep, and it was getting close to 11:00.

”I know you are, but seriously, Grace, wouldn't you rather be here? I mean, you saw the city. There's never a boring minute here.”

”Maybe I like boring.”