Page 4 of Unicorns Forever
I yanked his underwear down and got to work, sucking him all the way to the back of my throat, letting him grab the short strands of my hair and fuck my face the way he only did when he was really,reallyturned on.
Needless to say, his thrusts and moans amped me up to a fever pitch, making me rut against the mattress. By the time he yelled my name and came down my throat, I was seconds away from coming too, so I scrambled up on my knees and jerked myself while Con watched me, his blue eyes still hazed with pleasure and his mouth slack. Then I came in a hot burst all over those spangly, sparkly abs.
“I married a genius,” Con breathed. “A sexy, sexy genius.”
I trailed a hand through the mixture of semen and glitter. “And apparently I married a unicorn.”
Con grinned. “Lucky, lucky us.”
Fenn
I learned fastthat the only difference between O’Leary and Whispering Key wasscale. Sure, O’Leary was the bigger town, with multiple restaurants and an actual bar, while the Key only had the Concha. And yeah, the Key had miles of pristine Florida coastline, while O’Leary had hilly hiking trails. But I’d be willing to bet the number of wacky, nosy, overly-enthusiastic, two-donuts-shy-of-a-dozen neighbors per capita wasexactlythe same.
One thing O’Leary had going for it, though, was that you could stand outside on a summer day with your neighbors, drink a beer, and experience all the wackiness without cooking yourself into glue. Another solid positive was that, in O’Leary, I got to hang out with the people Loafers loved and the people who loved him. And watching Loafers watch me with his siblings, it was pretty obvious just how important family was to him, which wasn’t something I’d really seen firsthand back home.
This was incredibly enlightening.
The first person I’d met—at the airport the night before—had been Mason’s older brother Micah. He’d been polite and friendly on our FaceTimes but a little… watchful, maybe? Cautious on Mason’s behalf? I got the feeling hewantedto like me, but hadn’t quite made up his mind, and I couldn’t fault him for that. I figured our relationship would take time.
Meanwhile, Leandra and Lauren, Mason’s twin sisters, had greeted me this morning with huge, enthusiastic hugs—a little gentler in Lauren’s case, since she’d given birth maybe a week or so before. Leandra had danced me around in a circle and impulsively kissed my cheek before whispering, “You make my brother so happy,” and Lauren had offered her newborn for me to hold. Considering I didn’t let strangers get that close to mycar, this seemed like a huge sign of approval.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d held a tiny baby, if I ever had, before holding Cole today. I didn’t actively dislike small humans or anything—I wasn’t a total monster—but I hadn’t gotten the appeal either. And holding Cole had been fine, butnerve racking. I couldn’t really get into how sweet his baby blues were because I was too busy worrying that I’d inadvertently Hulk-smash him by moving my pinkie finger the wrong way. I was hoping I’d do better with the older kids.
Mase and I hadn’t talked about having children at all yet. It was way, way,waytoo early in our relationship to even contemplate the idea, and if you listened to common wisdom—which we didn’t—we’dalreadyjumped about a hundred guns by buying a house together mere weeks after getting over ourselves and admitting we were in love. But if I knew Mason, he’d probably daydreamed about having a few rug rats, back when he’d assumed he’d end up with a woman. And since there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do to make Mason’s dreams come true, I figured it would be good if I couldslooowlywarm myself up to the idea of having children, if that was what he wanted.
Like, maybe five years down the line or so.
Or ten.
Twelve, max.
Anyway, that was why, when we’d decided to come to New York for a visit and to attend his niece’s unicorn birthday party, I’d decided this was a great chance to dip a toe in the waters of The Kid Life, so I’d ordered the four-year-old birthday girl some sparkly stuff online. Easy peasy.
Except then I’d casually mentioned this to Micah and his husband, Con, on a FaceTime call—trying to score points with Micah, not gonna lie—and it was clear that my innocent purchases had been perceived, by Con at least, as an act of aggression. The opening volley in a war for the hearts and minds of the Bloom kids.
Which was ridiculous. Obviously.
I’d opened my mouth to reassure him when he’d gone all, “Ha. Well. Actually,Fenn, you might not know this, but I’m Olivia’s favorite uncle because I made such a good unicorn at her birthday party a couple years ago, sooooo,” and his eyes had done this weird flashy thing…
And in that second, I’d gone from dipping my toe in the water to submerging myself fully and sprouting some motherfucking gills. I mean, what else was a person supposed to do when their abilities were challenged like that?
I’d googled articles, and I’d talked to Mason’s office manager who had a kid. I’d created something called a Pinterest board, which I was pretty sure was like the dark web but for kids’ birthday parties. I was going to win this party if I had to shit rainbows and barf love, goddamn it.
But I was having a hard time getting my boyfriend on board.
“But, babe,” I wheedled, watching Mason fill refill one of the coolers on the enormous wooden deck with juice boxes. “You’vegottahelp. It’s a two-man operation, and it’s the linchpin in my plan.OperationUnleash the ‘Corn.”
Mason shut the cooler and stood with his hands on his hips, smiling slightly as he watched a bunch of small people run around the backyard while adults talked and laughed in shaded Adirondack chairs or congregated around the grill. The backyard of Con and Micah’s big craftsman was bordered on two sides by a thick stand of trees and on the third by a two-car detached garage that also had space for a workroom. It was a really cool setup.
But Mason himself was by far the most appealing thing in the yard. His hair gleamed in the sunshine, and a trickle of sweat rolled down from his temple to drip on the front of his Triumph t-shirt, which had actually beenmyt-shirt not so long ago, since Mason wouldn’t have worn such a thing in public. It was bizarrely erotic seeing him in my clothes. But then, there were lots of things about Mason Bloom that I found erotic…
Aaaand I really needed to not think about them at a birthday party with his family.Damn.
“Fenn,” Mase said patiently, turning his gaze to me. “You know I love you. I would cross oceans for you. I have crawled out of sinkholes for you. I have changed my whole life for you. But I amnothelping you crawl into an inflatable unicorn costume in the heat of summer for a kids’ birthday party. No. It’s dangerous. And unnecessary. And also? I refuse to be associated with anything unironically referred to asOperationUnleash the ‘Corn.”
“Loafers.” I lifted his chin with my fingertips. “When a man challenges your man, he’s challengingyou. I’m pouring myself into that unicorn costume to defend both of our honors, and all I’m asking you to do is lube me and blow me… which, if we’re being honest, are two of your favorite activities anyway.”
Mason shook his head and bit his lip against laughter. He stepped closer and whispered in my ear insistently, “Stop saying shit that will get me hard when I don’t have time to do anything about it! I’m telling you, you’re misreading this, babe. Constantine did not challenge uswith his eyesvia video chat.”
